The Moon Man Poem

The moon man first saw me in his filtered light.
That strange opposite glow that illuminated some of my nights.
He glimpsed me, dancing in the long shadows;
And then we waned and I walked – letting the darkness have its’ domain.

Yet the moon moves in cycles, winding round the calendar.
It has feminine curves and urges; it marks and makes
whole oceans ebb and flow and it moves man too;
not just the flow of woman with her circle of loss and life.

In time the man and the moon will wax, in the way of our worlds.
And I don’t know where his dappled light will next be beamed.
Sometimes you see, that silvery light is craved and sometimes shunned.
It may be shrouded by my cloud or is free to shine on another astral island.

The lunacy of life can take over, pushed and coursed,
whilst we soul sweat and curse in artificial bodily toil.
This is when the moon boils in our blood as it reaches its’ most fully visible;
drowning our sanity and obscuring our simple, powerful truths.

For now the moon man has retreated to his lion cave to escape its pull;
alternately emitting lightening bolts and soft illumination from within.
And suddenly, as a moon maiden myself, I realise the trickle of time,
then look up – to see the moon scratching its’ close full course across the sky.

The moon is of its time – repeating the cycles of countless centuries;
whilst moon men and waxy women may or may not look skywards.
They often look down – shuffling their feet and scuffing the earth instead;
shadow boxing and side stepping in and out of moonbeams – not linear, but lunar.

But there is light at night, which is chased away by the brashness of the day.
All times cast their shadows and can be covered in cloud, with the light behind them.
And still we can choose what we see and alter our charted course –
so ultimately let’s steer it to united serenity, what ever or who ever we shine upon.

And maybe the moon man will morph to a moth and leave his lair,
to be drawn to a maiden again, who ever she may be.
May he and she do this without blunted expectations, and for us all
wherever we shine, may it be with moon brightened love, and sweet, silvered clarity.

~ By: Sandra Peachey – Moon Maiden

I currently have a special offer… You can buy the paperback of my ‘Love Letters to Life’ on Amazon for £11.99 or you can get an author signed copy on my website – for just £7.99 including P&P…

Featured in Psychologies Magazine and The Lady, the book was also honoured as a Finalist in the 2015 International Book Awards.  

Making a perfect Mother’s Day (or any other day) gift, the book takes the best posts from this blog, adds new content and wraps it all together in a satisfying structure – that will make you feel the love, entertain and enlighten you.

It’s an easy yet satisfying read, which sees love in everything we do in life – from the big themes to the tiny, trivial minutiae of it too.

If you want to get in touch, you can contact me by clicking here…

I’m also variously known as:
* The Director of LifeWork Consultancy & Coaching;
* The Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life and Co-Author of The F-Factor.
* A 2015 International Book Awards Finalist, in the Women’s Issues Category;
* The Winner of a Women Inspiring Women Award in 2013;
* As being shortlisted for Women’s Coach in the APCTC Awards 2014, also nominated in 2012 & 2013; and
* Being nominated for a Networking Mummies National Recognition Award in 2015.

Is it Mother’s Day, Mothering Sunday or Child’s Day today?

HAPPY CHILD’S DAY

I’m reading all the Mothering Sunday posts and reflecting:
I don’t have a mum any more.
And I’m not a mother myself.
So, regardless of why, that’s just how it is today…

For every mother and every child there’s a single story.
And it’s different for each and everyone of us.
Made out of genetics, chance and a million interactions.
Starting in the womb, then pushing out and pushing a way through life.

And I’ve heard it said that we choose our parents.
That’s both coldly crazy and softly sane in different measures.
I know I have chosen what I take from and learn from mine.
That’s some bitterness turned in to much sweet reason.

I’ve chosen the love and the laughter.
The generosity, the surprise gifts and all the toast.
The recognition of a tough job with the tough and easy love.
And today, what ever our story is, to celebrate my mother.

And there are no birth babies for me, but I’ve created so much.
I’ve played with god children and cooed over little ones.
I’ve hugged, hid, tickled, spoilt and giggled many times over.
I’ve witnessed the joy of new generations and played my part in their lives.

So Happy Mother’s day, what ever your denomination.
Whether in flesh or memory – seen or invisibly felt.
Regardless of our parenthood, there wouldn’t be a mother without – us.
So celebrate and be a cause for celebration:

And most of all – have a Happy Child’s Day – what ever that means – for you.

Mum Hol 2
My mother and this child

~ Sandra Peachey – Child and Creator

PS: It’s Mothering Sunday too – not instead of… 😉

PPS: I currently have a Child’s Day special offer… You can buy the paperback of my ‘Love Letters to Life’ on Amazon for £11.99 or as a Valentine’s treat you can get an author signed copy on my website – for just £7.99 including P&P…

Featured in Psychologies Magazine and The Lady, it was also honoured as a Finalist in the 2015 International Book Awards.  

Making a perfect Mother’s Day (or any other day) gift, the book takes the best posts from this blog, adds new content and wraps it all together in a satisfying structure – that will make you feel the love, entertain and enlighten you.

It’s an easy yet satisfying read, which sees love in everything we do in life – from the big themes to the tiny, trivial minutiae of it too.

If you want to get in touch, you can contact me by clicking here…

I’m also variously known as:
* The Director of LifeWork Consultancy & Coaching;
* The Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life and Co-Author of The F-Factor.
* A 2015 International Book Awards Finalist, in the Women’s Issues Category;
* The Winner of a Women Inspiring Women Award in 2013;
* As being shortlisted for Women’s Coach in the APCTC Awards 2014, also nominated in 2012 & 2013; and
* Being nominated for a Networking Mummies National Recognition Award in 2015.

Moon Poem

full moon

I’ve been moon bathing by the light of a fabulous full moon, meditating, musing on; then creating and releasing my intentions…
So I just had to seal the deal with a poem…

Thank you mother moon,
light of Gaia,
for birthing so much.

For all of the abundance,
for the purity,
and the clean clarity.

For the pulsing oceanic pull
of my cells and DNA,
spiralling in waves of wonder.

I am blessed with the love
of your brightness.
Carressed in seamless eternity.

My desires dreamed, are real,
created and co-existent
as I serve your earth’s children.

This is my crescendo thank you…
with body, heart and soul,
for a 1000 more glorious good nights.

And this was my own moon song
of sweet gratitude, farewelled
then released softly up into the ether.

Written by:
Sandra Peachey – Moonbeam bather and erstwhile poet

PS: I currently have a Mother’s Day special offer… You can buy the paperback of my ‘Love Letters to Life’ on Amazon for £11.99 or as a Valentine’s treat you can get an author signed copy on my website – for just £7.99 including P&P…

Featured in Psychologies Magazine and The Lady, it was also honoured as a Finalist in the 2015 International Book Awards.  

Making a perfect Mother’s Day (or any other day) gift, the book takes the best posts from this blog, adds new content and wraps it all together in a satisfying structure – that will make you feel the love, entertain and enlighten you.

It’s an easy yet satisfying read, which sees love in everything we do in life – from the big themes to the tiny, trivial minutiae of it too.

If you want to get in touch, you can contact me by clicking here…

I’m also variously known as:
* The Director of LifeWork Consultancy & Coaching;
* The Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life and Co-Author of The F-Factor.
* A 2015 International Book Awards Finalist, in the Women’s Issues Category;
* The Winner of a Women Inspiring Women Award in 2013;
* As being shortlisted for Women’s Coach in the APCTC Awards 2014, also nominated in 2012 & 2013; and
* Being nominated for a Networking Mummies National Recognition Award in 2015.

Daffodils for a Valentine lost & found

daffodil-heart

Winter is starting to segue seamlessly into Spring.  Yesterday, out of the stark seasonal soil I saw Snowdrops sharing their simple white wares with the world.  Daylight is lengthening and soon it will be time for daffodils to unfurl from their bulbs – now hidden in the cold, dark soil, to reveal their capricious yellow faces to the sun.

It’s February – the eponymous month of love. Usually at this time of the year I’m wriggling and writing, yet this year it’s been all quiet on the blogging front – mainly because I’ve had other things on my heart and mind.

Basically I’m nursing a broken heart and have been very preoccupied with all my non-creative work…  And sometimes that’s tiring and sometimes it’s a welcome relief to run around – mentally and physically, but right now it’s time for me to stop and take stock.

A very wise person I know – a certain guru of mine called Richard Wilkins, has reshaped the words ‘broken heart’ in ‘open heart’ and so, while I think of it, I’ve decided to be open hearted instead.  Because being ‘open hearted’ gives me a choice in how I handle this and what legacy it leaves me with.

You see I’ve been single for 6 years, after a traumatic and life changing breakup with my last partner. I went through a lot of anguish after that experience and it threatened to destroy my faith in just about everything I believed in and had worked so hard for up to that point.

But with time and an open heart I found many lessons in these happenings too and my life moved on.  It was all a catalyst for so much change.  I can honestly say that I never would have welcomed this happening to me, but happen it did and so, now I couldn’t have it any other way.

The most precious things to come out of it all were my first book and the life I’ve chosen to love since. It has taken so long to move on, because it’s been important to me to properly heal and be really ready for finding my life long partner.

So, being open hearted (then and now) means that I don’t chose to be a victim of my circumstances and that I’m determined to learn from, rather than bemoan them. But before I’m in danger of engaging smug mode – don’t get me wrong – I have already done the bemoaning bit – big time…

But the bemoaning, the tears and the lessons were all steps on the path to where I am now…

In recent months I took a series of decisions, ones where I often walked the path of silence.  This to me at the time, actually seemed to be the path of least resistance – the one that I believed that would get me to where I wanted to be – someone of significance in someone else’s life.

Alert: If, right now, you are going to bring up the clichés about having to love yourself first (blah, blah, blah) – yes I know all that – thank you, and have practiced it for a very long time; it was just that for me, it was time to change my single perspective. 

So after 6 long years I finally found someone that my heart wanted; though my head was often perplexed with its’ choice.  Still – I’m stubborn and I was determined to find a way to make it all work.

As a result I made a number of choices, starting with my heart and ending most emphatically with my head – which decided, after all, to end the relationship.  And I take responsibility for each and every one of those choices.

Somehow as a coach, part of me feels the situation could have worked out if I’d handled it differently, and that we should have been able to work through the complexities of it all. But I’m not perfect in who I am or what I do and that means that there are still so many lessons for me in love and life, not least because on this occasion I chose to walk silently away.

And so it was that I walked with my heart ‘opened’, into a whole world of pain…

My pain is invisible to the outside world, but vividly colours my inside world instead… And sometimes it’s vomited out as anger and frustration, or else works its’ way through to the surface in tears and regrets, rarely – shared and more often simply solo.

Down in the muddy trough of despair, I’ve allowed myself to wallow. After what feels like a lifetime of fighting and ranting, this time I haven’t fought the pain – I’ve just sat and slipped with it, waiting for it to transmute to truth or rather, relief.

Fighting is hard work and it hurts, so instead I decided just to let it be, to work through and heal in its’ own contusing time.

It was dark in the trough, but gradually the light came in and the mud started to dry. Still, the pain filters and alters and has dried onto my skin as a muddy metaphoric bruise.

The bruise sits on the surface of the contusions below, buried deep into my being. It started out deep and dark and has gradually worn away, changing in colour on the rainbow way to recovery. One day I would be feeling brighter, where the bruise had lightened to yellow and I was glad. And the next day I’d wake up and be in the despairing doldrums again, feeling – one step forwards and two steps back – worse. I’d prod the bruise and still it was so sore. I was impatient to feel pain free, but not yet ready to heal.

But I drank some wine and gave it time.  I meditated, I looked for the lessons and gradually the anger melted and the pain started to wane.  Finally my heart handed my life back over to my head to make sense of it all, only still to snatch it back when I hear a sad song or have wanted to share something with my ‘once was’ man.

Right now I can still see the outline of this mulish bruise on my skin. I decided to walk away from my new relationship, even though – even now, a romantic part of me would still love to work it all out and stay.  But then my head says there’s too much that needs to be different and has made sure that I slammed the door behind me tightly shut.

My heart knows it will have to let go and in time, of course it will. I’m just not ready to ‘move on’ to pastures new yet, as I’m still emotionally attached.  So instead I want to celebrate the love that I had, and continue to feel the euphoria rather the frustration. The experience has made me feel alive in so many ways, not least showing me that regardless of the age of the body, (albeit ‘middle’ aged), this woman’s heart and passion has never grown old.  I’m choosing to channel that love and energy into other things now – to be an amazing coach and writer, to be a sweet sister, an awesome friend and a conspicuous colleague, all in cahoots with the universe – to do the greatest good and have the most glorious time that I can.

It’s time to wake up to spring and all that it brings – the new start cliché of summer possibilities and the quickening of success, curiosity, laughter, humility, learning and of course love, in all its’ manifest splendour.

I mentioned Richard Wilkins at the beginning of this blog and yesterday I went to one of his events, along with a whole host of other like hearted people.  He reminded me of a story he tells that we can be either the daffodil bulb, cold and entombed in the subterranean dark or we can flower above ground, waving our petals in the sun and rain.  So I’m pushing through the soil now, ready to bloom.

If I stay down in the dark, I literally forget who I am. I forget for example, that I’ve written a book of heartfelt Love Letters to Life – one which people have actually read and which touches them. To my surprise yesterday, several people sought me out and told me what my book meant to them…  And, far from being the bulb, it turns out that I was actually the daffodil all along!

Very soon it will be Valentine’s Day and it’s unlikely that there’ll be red roses for me this time, but who knows?  What I do know is that I will be treating myself to a bunch of daffodils – to remind me of who I am and how far I’ve come.

I will finish by wishing you a very Happy Valentine’s Day – whatever your relationship status. Love is a gorgeous, simply complex thing that manifests itself in many forms – and it’s always there if you choose to look for it.

May you always be and see the daffodils…

With lots of love.
Sandie xx
Sandra Peachey – Lifelong Romantic and Daffodil Lover

PS: I currently have a Valentine special offer… You can buy the paperback of my ‘Love Letters to Life’ on Amazon for £11.99 or as a Valentine’s treat you can get it on my website – here for just £7.99 including P&P…

Featured in Psychologies Magazine and The Lady, it was also honoured as a Finalist in the 2015 International Book Awards.  

Making a perfect Valentine gift regardless of your relationship status, the book takes the best posts from this blog, adds new content and wraps it all together in a satisfying structure – that will make you feel the love, entertain and enlighten you.

It’s an easy yet satisfying read, which sees love in everything we do in life – from the big themes to the tiny, trivial minutiae of it too.

If you want to get in touch, you can contact me by clicking here…

I’m also variously known as:
* The Director of LifeWork Consultancy & Coaching;
* The Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life and Co-Author of The F-Factor.
* A 2015 International Book Awards Finalist, in the Women’s Issues Category;
* The Winner of a Women Inspiring Women Award in 2013;
* As being shortlisted for Women’s Coach in the APCTC Awards 2014, also nominated in 2012 & 2013; and
* Being nominated for a Networking Mummies National Recognition Award in 2015.

New Years Eve Musings: 2016 to 2017

2017

So it’s New Year’s Eve and it’s time for me to write the past year off… For my eyes only, I’ve written out the highlights of my year out in detail, because I want to let it out, let it go, celebrate and learn from it.

As with most years in the life, it has been mixed.  There has been the good and the bad – the highs and the lows.

To celebrate the good, I give thanks for the following:

  • Times with my brother and my friends – chatting over and chewing the fat of life.
  • For the men who showed a romantic interest in me.  It turns out that despite my inner critic, I am not ‘past it’ in any sense…
  • Celebrating birthdays and special anniversaries with my dear friends.
  • Cooking up a storm.
  • All the pay days.
  • Dancing and singing – sometimes when other people were watching…
  • Growing up with my friend’s children – I am so happy to be ‘aunty’ to the next generation from 3 through to 30 years old.
  • Finding an abandoned kitten, who demanded that I help him, then naming him and seeing him thrive in the home of my dear friends.
  • A friend going through chemotherapy and coming out of the other side – all with warm / wise cracking humour.
  • Reunions with old friends from school and university, with me feeling like I’d finally been picked for the (great) netball team (of life) at long last.
  • Finding romantic love after 6 years of being single (now lost again, which I am so sad about, yet grateful for the experience).
  • To find another child in my life who I could love so easily and feel so protective about.
  • To coach my clients to see and live their glory.
  • To lose myself in my fiction writing – making real progress on my first novel at last.

And there are so many more things / people and occurrences that I am grateful for.  For everything and everyone – thank you, thank you, thank you!

As for all the bad and the broken things throughout this year – I choose to lovingly let them go.

Now I’ve let go and celebrated, it’s time to learn.  My lessons for 2016 are:

  • Spend time with those you hold dear.
  • Do whatever it takes to enjoy the moment you are in – not in some hedonistic / forget about tomorrow vein, but choosing to make the most of all the precious breathing time that you have.
  • Hug as often as you can.
  • Be kind – mainly to yourself.
  • Smile – at strangers, friends, family and in the mirror.
  • Don’t let anger, self-pity or victimisation lead your thoughts.  Choose the principle of ‘the greatest good’ led by love instead.
  • Some of the things that happen in life can mean that we feel pain.  Don’t fight it or try to obliterate it – let it be and work through, not against it.  Keeping living, loving and learning.
  • Move, eat well and drink deep.
  • Choose the things and the people that make you happy and focus on them.  This means in balance that it is easier then to spend time with people who challenge you.  These people can enrich your life with the greatest lessons – what those are, will depend on you.
  • Sometimes you just have to let go.  Do it with grace and empathy.
  • Forgive freely – always starting with yourself.
  • And there are many lessons – they will come to me when I want them.

So farewell to 2016 and welcome to 2017.

With a new year comes resolutions and here are some of mine:

  • To shine a light for others – so they can be the light too.
  • To be more than my body – when it comes to health and nutrition.
  • To finish my first novel and have it published.
  • To keep the faith and be found by my forever significant other.
  • To earn and be blessed with good fortune.
  • To choose, choose and choose – my happiness, health and the greater good.

I will flesh all these out into detailed doings and beings, but for now, that is enough.

So that is today’s cogitations done… It’s time to demarcate the day.  I had made plans to spend the turning of the clock with an old friend and her family.  She’s had a tough holiday period.  Her mother had a stroke several weeks ago and has been in hospital ever since.

My friend called me up yesterday.  What did I think she said, to her going to the hospital and spending what may her mother’s last new year, with her there?  I replied that it was a wonderful idea and that she should follow her heart.  When I put the phone down I felt so proud to have friends like her in my life.  I get to spend time with and celebrate with them constantly.

Like all things in life, how you spend New Years Eve is a choice.  My first plans fell through, for the very best of reasons.  Yet I can make more plans and choose what spirit I bring to this latest tide mark in my life.  My spirit will actually be a chosen cocktail of love, contentment and champagne…

And now it’s time to move on to you the reader – may you celebrate the year behind you and be truly blessed in the year ahead.

With warm regards
Sandra x
Sandra Peachey

For more guidance on how to make resolutions that stick – click here…

If you want to get in touch, you can contact me by clicking here…

I’m also variously known as:
* The Director of LifeWork Consultancy & Coaching;
* The Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life and Co-Author of The F-FactorThe perfect Christmas gift – you can buy them both on Amazon (in paperback or Kindle) by clicking on the hyperlinks above or else on most bookseller websites around the globe. Your local bookshop may even sell them, or you can ask them nicely to order them in and stock them high;
* A 2015 International Book Awards Finalist, in the Women’s Issues Category;
* The Winner of a Women Inspiring Women Award in 2013;
* As being shortlisted for Women’s Coach in the APCTC Awards 2014, also nominated in 2012 & 2013; and
* Being nominated for a Networking Mummies National Recognition Award in 2015.

Christmas – outside and in

Christmas warms my pagan bones with Christian joy.

It draws me to the ones I love – near and far; in breath and in spirit.

It concentrates celebration and hence magnifies self pity.

So I choose to gain gratitude and remember my good fortune.

I’m glad for all that I have. Nothing is lost or forgotten.

Thank you to all who keep the wheels of the world turning today.

For those who are lonely – I wave. If you are lost – I send light.

And I absorb all the loving Yuletide joy where ever I shall find it.

Out there and in here – here’s to a Happy Christmas, with love.

Banishing the Christmas Gremlin

christmas-goblin

I have a gremlin… And he is both constant and transient.  The constant is that I have named him Martrucio and transiently, he takes different forms at different times.  He can be just like a mangy dog, tagging at my heels and tripping me over.  Sometimes he is a dark cloud floating above my head, obfuscating my positive view of the world with his heavy rainy presence.  He manifests in many ways, not least inhabiting my head when I’m vulnerably tired or laid low by life in some way.

Regardless of his form, he is most definitely dogging me, this gremlin of mine. He is having so much evil fun, chipping and smashing and dashing my planned Christmas happiness into multifarious sharp shards of sadness.

What can I tell you – at this time I feel exhausted, and in this state he finds me a particularly easy target. He trips me up; makes me drop and break things; muzzles my memory and somehow, shortens my tolerance and temper.

He gets me this gremlin – he knows that I like to plan and organise and make my Christmas as easy and as stress free as possible. But he is always determined to find a chink in my organised armour and seek to turn it into a long, vicious crack

As usual I’ve planned my Christmas through from start to finish and I know that this includes working around my gremlin.  I know of old, that Gremlins love Christmas – they feed gluttonously off the combined combustible stress of the crescendo to Christmas Day.  Yes, they like nothing better than to shorten tempers and lengthen impatience – it makes them laugh loudly and dance with undisguised glee.

So working up to Christmas I am tired and feeling under the yuletide weather.  My body has had enough of the dark winter and intermittent wassailing.  It’s rebelling – it rejects and reacts to nearly every meal I eat.  I cut back and add in natural nutrients, fruit, vege and supplements, but still this moon maiden swells and doubles up in gastric discomfort.  It’s hardly fair, but such is (my) life and I just have to keep taking care of myself until it passes. I am sure that this too shall most definitely pass.

So I may be tired and even testy, but I’m aware of it and I work with it and make sure I rest and plan – so true to form I have a gorgeous text book time mapped out this coming Christmas tide. I have places to go and friends to hug. Even my tiredness can bear all this activity, if it’s about socialising and fun.

But gremlins don’t relish this and so they gang together to coerce and spoil our best laid plans…

I had it all worked out, months ago. I arranged to meet my two best friends on the Saturday before Christmas. A restaurant table was booked and also tickets bought to go carol singing at a local stately home. The perfect Hallmark girlie Christmas outing…

Well when the day finally dawned, the gremlins I have to say, had gone all out to put the kibosh on our precious night out. I awoke to find my phone riddled with messages: One friend’s mother had had a near fatal stroke and the other’s daughter was very sick and needed to go to hospital too.

“Well we won’t be carol singing tonight then…” I thought.  I know these two gorgeous girlfriends of mine from old and they would of course be worried and needing to take care of their kin.

So I got out of my tired bed and I checked in on each of them – there was nothing I could do to support them at that moment. But then I was left alone with my gremlin.  And in hindsight, I realise that I actually sought his company out.  And sure enough, he soon started to sing to me – not carols, but dirges of woe:

“So you’re alone at Christmas then. No support. No attention. No children. No one’s priority. Parents gone.  No one to care for and no one to care for you…”

I felt sad. My expectations for the perfect Hallmark Christmas experience had disintegrated into ashes, in a matter of mere minutes. Instead of sisterly sharing, I was now solo.

So I wallowed in the murky mud that Martrucio threw at me. It was sticky and dark mud – hard to see through and even harder to wash off.

Yet the Christmas spirit was still inside of me and I changed my gremlin-ated mind and determined to push him aside… My brain ticked over… I wondered if I could share my planned Hallmark experience with someone else.  Yet all of the ‘someone else’s’ in my life were busy on a Saturday so close to Christmas.  Well fair enough – I hadn’t really pinned my hopes on that option any way.

So – what next? “How can this situation be turned on its’ head?” I wondered.

So then it came to me – I would pay my Christmas experience forward…

Quickly I went onto Facebook and with about 3 hours to go, made the following post:

“I have 3 tickets for carol singing at Warwick Castle to give away for the first taker. My free Christmas gift to whoever would enjoy them! Message me if you would like them and are able to collect…”

Very quickly there was a handful of people posting their interest. I just wanted the tickets to be on their way, so as far as I was concerned – fate and the principle of ‘first come, first served’ would decide who they went to.

A little while later there was a knock at my front door.  I grabbed the tickets and opened the door to a bright young woman with a radiant smile. “A very Happy Christmas to you” I said and handed the tickets over. “And to you too,” she said, handing me back a bottle of mulled wine in a festive Christmas bag, “and thank you so much!” As it turned out, she was newly married and she and her husband were now going to have a festive night out – it would be their first Christmas together.

When she left, I looked at her Facebook timeline, which was filled with wedding pictures of a young, smiling and radiant couple.

My sadness had suddenly been replaced by a smile.  I’d done it – I now felt that some good had come out of this strangest of doubly disastrous days.

Instead of warbling carols, my evening was then spent industriously getting the steal on my Christmas preparations, as I sat and wrapped a myriad of presents, accompanied by soppy Christmas films, blaring away in the background.

I checked on my friends again. All was as well as it could be for them. There I was in my own, but giving thanks for my health and happiness – all wrapped up in my wrapping and having a truly festive time.

And as for my gremlin – Martrucio… well – he was nowhere to be seen…

Merry Christmas to me then!

And, dear reader, may your gremlins be banished and your Christmas fill you with love, laughter and light this year…

With warmest wishes,
Sandie
Sandra Peachey: Blogger and Banisher of Gremlins

If you want to get in touch, you can contact me by clicking here…

I’m also variously known as:
* The Director of LifeWork Consultancy & Coaching;
* The Author of Peachey Letters – Love Letters to Life and Co-Author of The F-FactorThe perfect Christmas gift – you can buy them both on Amazon (in paperback or Kindle) by clicking on the hyperlinks above or else on most bookseller websites around the globe. Your local bookshop may even sell them, or you can ask them nicely to order them in and stock them high;
* A 2015 International Book Awards Finalist, in the Women’s Issues Category;
* The Winner of a Women Inspiring Women Award in 2013;
* As being shortlisted for Women’s Coach in the APCTC Awards 2014, also nominated in 2012 & 2013; and
* Being nominated for a Networking Mummies National Recognition Award in 2015.