My Story

 Chapter One                                                                                                                             Page 1

Where do I begin, a journey of no beginning and no end.

Do I start with my friends, my Angels, who shared my childhood.

Do I start with my Father, my creator, who created my first breath.

Do I share my amazing experiences, the ones, where your head does shake in disbelief, a smile so wide, miracles do happen.

Do I share my Faith, Trust and Hope in my Father, not visible to my eyes, felt within my Heart and soul, his presence all around.

I will start from my breath of first, my walk in life, my trials, my challenges, the storms I have been thrown into, replica of a tornado, bringing havoc, chaos, tears, many, many tears.

I was born in the 70s, where my Father carried hair, to his shoulders, sporting a moustache, laying thick under his nose.

Riding a Triumph, flares and T-shirt, Black helmet on his head.

My Mother, flared, checked skirt, sometimes flowers, with Farrah Fawcett, hairstyle, tied back in ponytail, confined within, silken bow

I loved my roll neck jumper, ribbed, complimented by red checked flares, Baycity Rollers, my favourite band.

Sitting on my tummy watching Top of the Pops, singing away too, I only want to be with you.

I am One of Five children, our childhoods were so much fun, all of us feeling free.

I never spoke of my days, my Angels by my side, laughing and whispering, soft words, within my ear.

My eyes, spotting everything, my senses heightened.

My view of the world as a child, felt dreamy, magical, excitement in my tummy, excited for the sun to shine through my draped curtains and for the lights to join me in my bedroom.

My eyes following them One by One, as they popped up, dotted, syncing within my wallpaper.

I wondered so many times, did my Brother and Sisters, feel the same as me, did their eyes, catch the coloured orbs, that followed me on my walks.

No conversation was ever had.

Even the late night stories, I would be excited to share with them, as their tiny heads emerged from their sleeping bags, thick blankets, the ones that lay upon your Grandmothers bed.

All I could see were their eyes, like saucers, taking in my every word, until their eyes rested and they fell asleep.

I would lay on my side, watching as they slept, the White shadows, sitting by, on the edge of their beds, a tiny tip of wing, strocking their faces gently.

So many questions, for a mind, so young, I suppose I was an Old Soul, looking, searching for rationale for the things I saw, nothing gave me the answers, just a feeling, a feeling of complete, feeling a love like no other and a comfort I was safe.

I always felt God with me, from the moment my eyes first woke, until my tiny lids, fell into a world of dreams and so he would join me as I slept.

I would feel such enormous love, the feeling never strayed, sometimes, I felt so overwhelmed, my tears would roll down my face, catching a sob or Two.

My Mother would ask me, why do you cry? 

I could not answer, instead, just smile.

My tears I understood, can be happy tears, not just sad.

My tears resembled, my Heart opening, I felt grateful, happy, but at times overwhelmed.

I suppose as I child, my Angelic face, slightly round, with inset dimples, Blue eyes, hair as Blonde, can be.

Carrying an innocence, no distraction from life, just carefree, allowing my own Two wings, to carry me in the wind, like a kite, capturing, every moment.

I knew I felt different, but was I, was I different at all.

Love, light and healing energies too you all 

Tm