The beach huts on the sea front at Sidmouth after the winter storms when we were in NZ. I took this photo on 1st March.......
and how we found them today - rescued, restored, re-painted, re-rooted.
The view from the cafe at the top of Jacob's Ladder where we sat in the sun and shared a mammoth slice of a gluten-free apple cake which was mostly a heap of harsh crumbs stuck together with a very crunchy sugary icing....
I can now say with confidence that this is blackthorn - thank you, Belinda.
In the garden this evening the tulips are full blown already...
I'm always shocked by the short span of their waxy beauty...
In the session with our EFT ( Emotional Freedom Technique) teacher, my husband works on releasing his triggers around the sight and sound of ambulances - which bring back painful memories for him of people dying. He says his level of distress is a 10 even just imagining it. At the end of the tapping session he says it is zero. He looks and sounds more peaceful.
Later, wandering along the sea front, mingling with the Easter holiday crowds we walk past a parked green and white checked ambulance. My husband doesn't say anything, his face doesn't crumple, the moment passes and he looks out at the calm green of the sea and says how beautiful it is.
Even if he didn't even see the ambulance, I feel he's rescued, restored and re-rooted in himself - even if it's only for the span of now and not forever....
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