In the breeze

As a girl, I loved helping my dad outside on the farm. I loved driving the tractors, feeding the animals and cleaning out the cows. But I also loved to cook with my mum. I liked very pretty pink clothes, and my wellies! I was a bit of a "tomboy", but I hated climbing trees, and anything dangerous. I have always been outspoken (... bossy some might say!!) and have always confronted issues head-on. These are a few of the characteristics that made me me. Most of them are still true now, and to add to my list, I am a very private person, yet here I am sharing personal things in a blog! I hate religion, but love Jesus. I don't fit in a box, and I doubt you do either. I recently listened to Emma Watson deliver a speech to the UN, concerning feminism.It was fantastic, and I would recommend a listen. " I considered myself a feminist in my teens and twenties.I always felt like I needed to "fight for my rights". My right to speak, my right to be heard, my right to...

We could have been celebrating the birthday of a 13 year old this month, (and a 12 year old) but it wasn't to be. Life kicks out some stinkers at times! Being a farm girl though, and seeing the lambing season come and go each year, does make a difference to how you view miscarriages. Keep calm and Carry on! It's just part of life.  Well, that's what I told myself twice, but by the third miscarriage, that was wearing a bit thin!  The problem is that although I can explain to my intellect how "It wasn't my fault. It's for the best, there was obviously something medically wrong. It's all part of nature" my spirit isn't so easily convinced. "Why? What did I do wrong? Could I have looked after myself better? Is it karma for pulling the wing off a butterfly?" (I haven't done that but you get the picture!) The guilt is there, niggling away, and things like ...."I'm sorry to hear you've lost your baby" really don't hel...