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“We get stories from those around us with the same ease that we catch emotions, chicken pox or flu.”

The consequence of every story; is an effect on something else. Whether this is a person, people, a place, an animal or something entirely different – the effect is there, as a result of a happening. How you choose to tell your story is a different matter. The choices you make determine the ripples that occur afterwards and for how long they go on for, sometimes never ending. Or so it seems.

I was pondering story telling after reading ‘The Storyteller’ by Jodi Picoult. Whilst not the most favourite of the books I’ve read by her, it was still quite poignant and touching. It was a prime example of how the ways in which we tell a story can effect so many people afterwards, on and on.


I have gathered lots of stories across just twenty four years. I could relay them in any order of importance that I should choose. I could begin by telling you about the time my Grandparents plane was diverted to Canada when they were ideally aiming for the USA, and how much trauma and stress that caused them. Or I could begin by starting to tell you the names of the 2,977 people who died that same day in four co-ordinated terrorist attacks.


I read a news article focusing on the Canada ‘runaway train’ incident that happened over the weekend. The horror of it didn’t strike me immediately, but rather this one line did, ” Everybody knew somebody who was unaccounted for.” That train hit, and in that small community almost everybody knew of somebody who was affected. The train drivers story began when he left his train and checked into a hotel. Perhaps his story, had it taken another path, would have held only him and the few he came into contact with that evening. Instead, the train he had left run into the local town and straight through hundreds of lives, bringing them straight into his chapter – whether he wanted it or not.


We are forever telling stories. As humans it’s a natural instinct. We talk about our weekends, we talk about our misfortunes, our good fortunes, our luck, our bad luck, we map our lives the way we want in the ways in which we choose to tell things. We’re given only the raw material, the facts and the figures. We’re given the bare bones and we spin those bones into something meaty. To tell your life story would be impossible. Ordinary people try, celebrities try. But everything connects to something else – the details are entwined too deep to give it all. And so we spin until we have something palatable.  It would take more than a lifetime to tell your own story, but if you were going to, how would you start?



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“Peace of mind comes after you’ve resigned yourself from being general manager of the universe…”

I’ve learned a few things this week. The most mind-blowing is the effect that beetroot can have on your insides. Why doesn’t that stuff come with a warning on the packet? I honestly thought I was dying. Anyway a few minutes of googling and I realised that actually, I wasn’t about to die a horrific death. But still…! On a more serious note, the next few weeks bring with them changes! Mostly positive. My sister is moving into her own flat on Friday, with her boyfriend. That’s the biggest change for all of us, she’s been here all her life! And although we have grand designs for her room (a gym!) – it will still be really really strange to have the dynamics of this household change when they’ve been the same ever since I can remember.


Next Tuesday sees the end of my second to last year at University. My final exam will be happening and I’m nervous to say the least. Hayfever is really dragging me down at the moment and whilst the weather is absolutely gorgeous, I can’t help suffering – and I’m worried about how this will pan out in a three hour exam. We shall see! I have never yearned so much, for an academic year to be over. I simply cannot wait until the day when it’s all done and dusted and there will no longer be that niggle at the back of my mind that I should be writing an essay, or revising.

6I’m also taking and editing photos, when perhaps I should be picking at my uni books to do something that resembles revision. But alas, who would photograph the pretty flowers then?!


Our beloved Starsy, the oldest of the two crazy dogs in the household, is on her final rather shaky legs. Whilst Buddy is probably the most photographed dog we’ve owned, Star was my muse, first and foremost. And it’s her photographs that often catch people’s eyes and spark a request for their own pet photography. Star and I have been through a lot, not least she has been the one and only best friend who hasn’t judged, who hasn’t moaned and who has stuck by me – us as a family- no matter what happens. She’s ‘just’ a dog, as so many will assume – but there’s so much more to it than that. Plus she’s almost sixteen years old – anyone that’s been around that long is family without a doubt! Whether a goodbye will happen this week, or next, it is on the agenda. But she does surprise us from time to time, and slips back into her younger years behaviour.


On a more positive note, the sunset meant that the dust spiralling in the skylight windows looked quite photogenic and therefore I was inspired to create this video. It’s just dust, literally, but I thought it looked good and combined it with some relaxing music! The video won’t work on mobile devices as the music is copyright, but for those intrigued by my crazy mind, here’s a dust still!


And just to prove I know how to be super busy, but also relax, here’s my ‘chillout’ set up. Candles, sunset, nice breeze…perfect! Oh and owls!


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