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  • beulah888 7:50 AM on March 10, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , home, , move, , relocating   

    The Story Begins 

    Life is something else.  If we didn’t have it we’d be dead.

    Really, whether there is or is no “god” (and my intellect tells me there must be, i.e. a superior all-inclusive One, not unlike the Cosmos) life is all about progressing and moving  on in a way that takes us to a higher level – be it physical, financial, spiritual(?) {I concede life as the highest spiritual form}, or social.

    So the story begins.

    Firstly, I am in a new field of endeavour, well training at the moment, but training is doing in this case as it is hands-on workplace based training.  I have immersed myself in a new career.  The path is familiar as over the years either I have stepped across it, or taken a few steps on it for a short term. Yet never before have I thrown myself into it.  And I have done so with such gusto, enthusiasm and hope, and abandon.

    Having flirted with it in passing, I wonder now if I am behaving like a desperate lovelorn ageing female who is seeking satisfaction one final last time.  One last blazing effort at being happily attached to something or someone that will prove a real meaningful enduring life experience.

    It is my new beginning.  My new start after all the ups and downs and pitfalls, and slog of the years now gone, the past now dead.  So I “let the dead past bury its dead” and attempt happiness in a new, totally new dimension of life.

    Secondly, not only am I in a new area of job expertise, I am demographically relocated.  Yes, I am no longer in Hackney!  Horray!!!

    I have relocated to somewhere of which I have only a fleeting acquaintance; but somewhere, yes, I have passed with a former lover.  This make it nice.  The relocating, that is.

    The area is practically devoid of zombies.  This is an assurance of a sincerely fresh start.  I am a sincerely new person.  In outlook.  In expectations.  In health and fitness.  In aspirations.  In ummph pha!

    Fresh Start.

    The area is cleaner and more secluded; and comes with a far better physical apportioning and facade.  This for me means I have the pleasure of not only real and good-looking people about, but also pleasing gardens and refreshingly not-dull neighbouring buildings.

    The move has gone relatively smoothly, it has been assisted by wonderful friends and caring giving new acquaintances.   I have the benefit of not-so-nosy neighbours, some of whom like radio which is a plus for me as I can lie and listen to theirs when they turn it up in the evening – which they occasionally do- and smile my private smile of satisfaction. Purrrr.

    I am enjoying the new employment and workplace and even the staff there are a boon to new-job-training grumpy people like me.  They ignore me and get on with the work and thereby encourage me to do the same.  There is a slightly grumpy gal there whom I will not encourage.  She could get to me, and right now I am on a umph pha turbo boost of new beginnings COURAGE.  Well, at least she is not a zombie.

    I have a ledger/mote book and shall BEGIN to BUDGET more sanely and wisely, and strictly.

    Above all I am back into some painting and drawing etc.  My camera was stolen awhile back and I haven’t replaced it yet so not much photographing going on.  This will change as change it will.


    On To the Future

    I shall not look back.  I WILL not.

    I might at certain times remember certain things, for a time, but the past is not the present and cannot define something that is TOTALLY NEW.  New concept, new arrangement, new ME. 🙂


    I look forward to the future without trepidation.

    Share your story!


  • beulah888 3:49 AM on February 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: beginning, , change, , habit, home, homelife, , , plan, springtime   

    New Beginnings 


    Begin NEW things.

    Closed doors need not be re-opened.


    Never bowled in your life? Go bowling!
    Afraid of water? Join the local aqua-exercise group and go once a week if only to sit by the pool or dip a toe in the water….
    Hate to cook? Invite a small number of friends to dinner that YOU prepare!
    Tell that AWFUL family member you like something about them or what they do, and send them a text each month for a year wishing them a great day!
    Start a NEW Community group to benefit others.
    Get a new weekly habit . Wine-tasting/Concert reviewing/Music listening/Book-club/Walking/Hiking,…
    Take flowers or some gift of love to that ONE person whose love you really really cherish and let them KNOW you appreciate their love.

    Be GOOD.

    Be BAD.

    Be HAPPY.



    Make it YOUR Spring.


  • beulah888 7:39 AM on February 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , healing, home, inspire, , , , strength, ,   

    Journey Of Love 

    So I am strong. I have moved on. And I am not dragging the dead behind me. They are buried and staying that way for ever!

    Having moved on….and still moving on because Life is a journey and journey requires movement, the next step is to stand still. Be still and KNOW.

    The journey, – the movement -, encapsulating all that life is (physical, emotional, spiritual) has brought you to this place of rest. Of reflection. Of security. Of faith.

    Faith in yourself and all that YOU are.

    We MUST travel. We must enjoy the journey. Otherwise we stagnate and miss all the new interesting things laid out for us on this Earth. Whatever path we tread, life is interesting. Life is good. Life is beautiful!

    Home life can be a slog, but that is only one part of life. Find other parts. Make them meaningful. Then re-structure your home life. After all, we only have one life. Live it to the full….by loving yourself…because it is a journey of love.

    I have moved on. I am stronger.

  • beulah888 3:18 PM on February 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , home, , , Weather, Wind,   

    A New Wind Is Blowing 

    A New Chapter has begun.  It began with me moving on.  Now, even more settled into my new life in this part of the world, away from cold and ‘dark’, I feel a ‘New Wind’ blowing.

    A New Wind is blowing.  It is a cleansing, friendly, comforting wind.  It is a sweet, scented wind.  It is more than a breeze but not blustery.  It is gentle, sure, refreshing, and uplifting.  This augurs well for this new chapter.

    The prelude done, the wind blows…blows and blows and blows and blows….away… the cobwebs…


    the unnatural darkness…the gloom.  The clouds disperse.

  • beulah888 5:35 AM on November 26, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , home, , , philosophical, ,   

    So, Having Moved On…. 


    So, having moved on like an obedient Servant of the Gods, I am feeling relieved and slightly healthier.  Like after a good shit.

    I was well on the way to being very healthy again, I know that, but the move and thing got me (gotta blame something) smoking a bit more heavily again.  I was doing well at the less of the death-stick and more of the fresh air and exercise thing, but when my enemies ‘start huffing’ I sometimes start puffing.  Furiously!

    So once again settled, at least for a couple months while I figure things out, or the Gods show me a profitable path, I am discovering that leaving that familiar unfamiliar place where I was getting oh so comfortable has not been debilitating, but releasing.

    Maybe I AM meant to be one of Life’s ‘hobos’ or something.  Maybe I really am on the God-given trail but not liking it too much, ’cause I want a home, enough money not to worry and a perfect partner to rub my back when it aches.

    Thought I had the first one licked, what with being so settled back at that place; and was investigating all sorts of ideas that might have got me some money (if I could pull off at least one) and thinking of where to start looking about for a perfect partner.  Then the BOOM of the God’s and I am out on my ass.

    I am therefore beginning to think I am an FOTG= Favourite Of The Gods.  [I have this propensity to look on/for the bright side.  Continuous shit like mine does not happen to just anyone.  I MUST be special.]

    As an FOTG therefore, I am assed if I am actually going to put a lot of effort into figuring things out, and instead I am enjoying the fact that I am not physically or mentally homeless, I get to know a different place, and my breathing problems have disappeared despite the smoking.

    Well, some of you know the Docs in Hackney couldn’t find a real cause and I blamed it on the zombies and other dead detritus that hang around that location.  Thankfully, as the wind blows and the seas flow, those that tried following or enlisting followers, have caught a cold and a boat to the goal of no release.

    So, having moved on….a new chapter is beginning.


    Fidel Castro died yesterday at 90.  Not bad for a guy who either was as special as I am, or more insane than we realised.  Either way it proves  to me:  I might as well plod on in style as the Gods truly have the final say.  Not zombies, or death threats, or assassination attempts, or diseases, or ogres with clubs.  Like Castro, I gonna smoke (burn earth, burn rubber, burn tyres, or just plain burn!) ’til I gotta hang up my guns.

    I off to find something or someone to cherish and relish and remember fondly.  Otherwise, what is the point of moving on?  In fact, otherwise, what is the point of Life?

    You with me ye Gods?

  • beulah888 6:47 AM on October 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , home, , ,   

    Sling Your Hook 

    Well, it’s time again. It seems I “gotta go”. Why, dear Gods, are you having people chuck stuff at me, chuck me out, and generally pissing on my parade. Enough!

    Not only was I comfortable, well mostly anyway, where I was, I was beginning to get some things sorted out. Then, BOOM. Along comes an Ogre with his club, and starts demanding I go. Go where now, O ye gods? Really, what have I done to offend you all in such a way that you wish to keep me like a Rolling Stone. Yep, I know the saying: “A rolling stone gathers no moss.” But is moss such a bad thing? What should one gather? Memories and thoughts alone?! What about a little nest egg? Um? And, oh yeah, if I manage that (somehow) ye Gods then make me use it up in moving on AGAIN.
    I am a HOBO!!! Not scruffy and degenerate,…. or is that it? I have not become scruffy and degenerate so you keep pushing and pulling and shoving and bellowing in the hope, in the EXPECTATION that that is how I shall be?! Dear God! No, no real god could want that for me, cause no real God could be that unkind; well not at this point or hereafter, considering ALL you have already put me through. So WHY/

    I fervently pray that this has something to do with rewarding me for being such a god sport in taking all the shit that has been thrown at me all the years. You must have had your fill. Belly laughs and OOhs and Aws at the dickens of a life’s journey you assigned me. Well, Gods, show your mettle and worth and upturn the apple cart. Show that, you give a shit about ME now and give me the promised Justice and repose. Otherwise, “sling your hook”!



  • beulah888 3:22 PM on August 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: emails, frustrations, home, internet, peeves, Technology, vexation   

    Trying to organize my email. What do you do when you cannot remember your password, and cannot get a verification code because you have changed phones and cannot remember the password for your backup email address?

  • beulah888 3:23 AM on August 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: destiny, fate, , home, humanities, , ,   

    Here I Am 


    So Far So GOOD

    Well it is finished, it is over, and here I am.

    Seven months since I posted It Is Done and I am done with London.  Particularly I am done with Hackney.  I have absconded.  Gone AWOL.  Done a bunker.  Flown the coop.  Never to return.  Thank God.

    Thanks to the Gods too, and Life’s Controller, that the relief, the peace, nay the feeling of freedom, is profound and very real.  I have rested.  I am rested and getting fat.  O.K. the getting fat bit must be addressed, I must do some Zumba or something; but the rest relief and peace must continue.  Nay, but happiness must follow.

    The Zombies tried to follow but they got tripped and confused by the geography (zombies have no BRAINS and cannot understand Human life or “time travel” or mere normal movement).  They tried and got combusted in attempting to ‘travel through time’.  It is beyond their scope to comprehend that then is not now and that London is not where I am at.   So yeah, peace.

    Mind you, while getting lost in Transit, they tried to enlist and/or bully others such as they into continuing the detrititious (is that a word?) behaviour towards me.  How foolish was that?  They knew nothing of the place and nothing of the ORIGIN or ownership of the other zombies, nor indeed did not know that this type would rather zonk them than do me harm.  Well, at least not at their say so.  Ergo, they got zapped and wapped, and then frizzled and fried by their namesakes, and spontaneously combusted trying to enter the ‘real world’.  For you  see, they cannot SEE.   Me now, I knew it was merely a matter of time until they disintegrated &c.,  so I remained at peace and let them ‘self-destruct’.

    So where am I now? I shall not say.  Suffice it TO say, I still have not changed and I am still me.  My family will attest to that.

    My life’s journey continues.

    All of Life’s journeys are like Marathons:  In some places breezy, in some testing, in yet others seemingly beyond you.  Yet there are always water-stations scattered along the way; and for those who have the stamina, there is the joy, the satisfaction, nay the sense of accomplishment and, yes, pride in knowing that you did not quit, did not succomb to the terrain or climate, did not drop dead in shame but continued to the end…and crossed the finish line.

    I am reminded of that saying:  “The race is not for the swift but for those who endure to the end.”

    You see, life’s journey is the greatest most superior race of all, and to finish it with aplomb, yea even with style, is all that I ask of myself….and of you.

    Safe journey.

  • beulah888 1:15 AM on March 13, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , home, home key, ,   

    Home Key 

    Hit the Home Key and we are right at the beginning. Back at the top of the page. Right back where it all began.


    Home is where it all begins.  Home is where all our recorded life on Earth starts..

    When we reach the end of the book, a volume, the volume, of our life, we close it and hit the home key.

    Close the book. Hit the home key – i.e. Turn the book over and look at the cover again, perhaps with a hand on the cover, a finger tracing the letters of the inscription or title, or the pictorial design; and ponder all you have read.
    All you have done as recorded in that book or volume. Was it a good read?

    Either way it is set in stone and cannot be altered. All that is left to be done is to put it down and, if it isn’t the last book or final volume allowed you, begin the recording of the next. Hopefully it will be better, more interesting cheerful instructive and full of love.

    Hit the Home Key when we have come full square. There is nothing else we can do.


    “From the cradle to the grave” we have to know when to hit the Home Key.

    If we hesitate, if we falter, we may end up in limbo- in a no man’s land- a state worse than dead.

  • beulah888 6:24 AM on April 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , environs, , , home, Moving Home, , Photography, , Thoughts,   

    AT Home 




    Queensbridge Road

    Regents Canal

    London Fields……………….

    These areas surround me, making up not my ‘home’, but my Home’s environs.    Not my ‘walls’ by my Walls’ environs


    000_1056  000_1058 000_1076




    Dalston Kingsland


    Stamford Hill


    Old Street

    Mare Street

    Hackney Road





    Hackney Central

    Cambridge Heath Road


    Bethnal Green……..


    000_1038 000_1046000_1036

    No matter where


    They are not my environment, the thing which makes me whole;

    Not my estate – my place of being

    Nor that which sustains me

    But rather

    My inner self

    My family

    Those and that which is dear to me

    That which

    if I pluck up

    and take with me

    wherever I go…

    I will still be

    At Home.


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