Posts Tagged ‘Walking’

Motivation. A word of empowerment that is often elusive, hiding behind a long list of excuses.

My list has been substantial of late, and while the reasons have been honest, tangible and time-consuming, the results created confusion, apathy and a feeling of being completely overwhelmed. As I write this, I have realized how tired I had become and how much I am benefiting from my new regime of walking and taking time out for me.

Last week I was set the task of creating an Acrostic Poem using the word motivation as the prompt. I thought I’d share it with you, along with a photo I took some years ago of Forget-Me-Nots. The two connecting,  reminding me to move forward, reach for the stars and enjoy the journey.



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All dried upMy feet should have been getting wet when I took this picture on my Monday walk.

I was stood on the bed of a small stream that has dried up due to the lack of rain in our harsh Australian climate. While family and friends in the UK have been dealing with rain, rain and more rain, we have been drying up and cracking up, for the want of that magical stuff called water.

According to last weekends paper we have not had any rain since November, although we were teased a couple of weeks ago when the roof of our garage had a polka dot look about it. One big drip per square inch and that was it. Our excitement turned to feelings of longing, and the forecast is not predicting a change any day soon.

It has been good to walk again. The early mornings are cool enough to enjoy the air and I am starting to re-kindled the love affair with my heart and spirit as I talk to God and listen to His voice. I was reminded that if I don’t look after me, I can dry up too, just like that river bed. Feelings of self-doubt and criticism revealing itself  and, like the trees planted along the banks, I also need to grow my roots further down into the water course to draw up the moisture.

My hunger for some rain continued at Writers Group yesterday when we were asked to write a Haiku. A three-line, Japanese style poem with a syllable count of 5-7-5, which I thought I’d share it with you.

Summers searing sun

Scorching earth, frying mindscapes

Waiting for the rain.

Now it is time to put on my walking shoes and see what little gems I can discover about myself today.

(c) Sandie’s Snippets 2014

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What if you woke up today with only the things you were thankful for yesterday?

This was a confronting question that popped up on a recent Facebook post, which has had me in a meditative state ever since.

The realization hit me, during 2013 life wove its hand and drew me into an alien mindscape, one where I developed a bad attitude and negative thought patterns. Enabling me to find fault, complain and remain under threat of gathering storm clouds. Expecting the deluge to pour out its wrath at any given time.

Confirmation of last years position was obvious, when I typed up the scrawled work from my 2013 creative writing journals (Something I have found very encouraging and enlightening over the years I have been writing). Short stories, poems, one liners and ‘Sandieism Quotes’, all told the tale of someone I didn’t know, a stranger, a sad person that was searching for something, someone, anyone.

This is not a place I generally reside, so I am determined to change it. Make 2014 and beyond a much brighter place to be, by letting the sun rise up each morning and deliver its warmth, light and inspiration.


The picture above has been taken in my local park, a favorite place, where I use to walk and sit at least once a week. Those walks ceased last year, as I became caught up in the busyness of everything else.

Sometimes we can get too busy and not do the things that enable us to maintain the busyness – For me, reinstating my daily walks are a necessity, not just a good idea.

Watch this space.

(c) Sandie’s Snippets. 2014

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Let Me disappoint You – Daring to say, ‘NO.’

It has been an interesting week as I have embarked to follow Cheryl Richardson’s advice in her book ‘The Art of Extreem Self Care. I don’t think I have said ‘no’ to anybody and as such have not made them angry at all (a bit of a relief really). This has been no small achievement, as we have been away and had a most enjoyable long weekend, with another four couples.

Twice a year we make the break, pool our resources and rent a large house just metres from the Indian Ocean. We delight in sitting on the shoreline to watch the sun set for the day, while our men folk Bar-B-Que and we ladies  seem to have perfected the art of throwing together salads and create a banquet fit for a king.

Rain threatened to spoil our time together, but a supply of jigsaws and games had us frantically searching for elusive puzzle pieces, challenged on the Scrabble board, and Rummikub saw us numerically scratching our heads.

My only problem person was me, myself and I. When chocolate was open and left on a plate I couldn’t say no. Cheeses of the yummiest quality, whispered into my ear and I couldn’t say no. Over indulgence and the word gluttony springs to mind but I am up early (confessing all) and planning to head out the door and walk the hills before 6.30am.

I think I need to head back to Cheryl Richardson’s mirror session in the last chapter, look deep into my eyes and tell the woman who stares back at me, that she loves lettuce and long walks.

Have a great week everyone.

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012

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Well I am up to week six on this experiment and there are some very unexpected changes to my everyday life.

Sleep has become the hero. Instead of struggling with five to six hours a night, I am managing to go to bed earlier and sleep soundly for the first time in years. There has been the odd night when my mind refuses to switch off and I end up tossing and turning, but on the whole I believe my days have become far more productive, because of sleep.

So how did this happen?

Well, I put on my alarm for 6.00am. All of Australia must have heard my initial groans, but it has awoken my ‘princess time’, allowing me to make a cuppa and head back to bed for a few minutes of pure indulgence. Knowing that the next time I hit the floor it will be to put on my runners and walk. There was a lapse in the walking for several days, but I am now climbing the hill and still able to breathe. There are also a lot of cheery, friendly people around this time of the day. Folk who will look you in the eye and say ‘Good morning’, while walking their dogs or doing the same as me, the dreaded (need positive word here)exercise.

Somehow (I’m sure the scientists among you could tell me), these early morning walks seem to be bringing me more clarity in my thought life. As I embraces the thrill of watching the sun rising over the hill, I’m able to go over the day that is ahead and order it in such a way that it has become easier to complete. That’s not to say that a phone call or unexpected visitor is an intrusion, as I love both and always seem to find the time to fit them in.

There is a deep satisfaction waking up after a good nights sleep. Long may it continue.

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012

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Has surrounding myself with the colour purple made a difference in my life?

This is the question I have been asking myself as I have gone through the last two weeks.

It’s a colour that seems to be jumping out when I least expect it. Even on my walks, I have come across plants which show off their purple flowers, reminding me that all living things are unique in their design.

Last week, on my way home from the shops, I saw a greeting card with a purple cat on it. She looked like a super hero and so I splashed out and paid a whole $1.00 for her. My super hero feline friend, is now sitting on my desk, with big blue eyes, a mane of pink hair, and a smug look on her face. Standing regally with her sharp polished claws, against the nightscape, complete with full moon, she looks to be ‘The Princess of Moggy Land’, claiming her status with confidence.

In my quest to find the princess within, I have deliberately sought to change my thinking, as well as start some healthy practical habits. Drinking my daily quota of water is a battle, but taking an early morning walk has seen me appreciate a sunrise instead of a sunset and I have discovered the joys of a better nights sleep. My alarm going off is a terrible intrusion, for a non-morning person like me, who much prefers the night owl lifestyle. I just have to keep telling myself it is for my own good.

Something good is happening though. My confidence is growing in unexpected ways. A few neglected chores are being completed before breakfast and I’m still Blogging. A good discipline for a writer, or so my good friend tells me.

Who know what might happen next?

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012


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