© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites
Senses overload
Reading the words, smelling the paper
Memories triggered
Childhood mealtimes
Smiling, relaxed, content
Sounds, smells, colours of the kitchen
Neighbours heads popping through the back door
Safety
Comfort
Home
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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter
Letters have been written and collected. Requests made and dreams are being dreamed. Excitement is building, it can’t come soon enough. Traditional songs are being played, an atmosphere like no other time of year. Too early? If you love Christmas, can it ever be too early?
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© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish
© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter
When your children arrive, who knows what is to come. It’s scary but the greatest of adrenalin rushes. And then they grow, and change and evolve. Becoming their own people.
A non-stop, all action ride ensues. Sometimes you feel like you might fall off, but you have to hang on. It’s a fun ride, and it only happens once. So enjoy every moment, and take it all in.
And, as for the future, well who knows? What will these all action bundles of energy become? I hope for sensitive souls, but with a tough edge. No one’s pushover, but thinkers not fighters. People who understand others, both our differences and similarities.
Most of all, I hope for people who will make the world a better place, who might make a difference.
© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish
It all matters. Every word, every action. Both within our nuclear families and our wider family in the world.
Habits are learned and practised, they become ingrained. How we live, behave and interact.
What is irrelevant is our frustration with our fellow man. It’s not worth the loss of energy. Unless we can make an impact and affect a change, then our thoughts are pointless.
But it’s easier said than done, to ignore your frustrations. Being present and calm within yourself, that’s the constant struggle.
© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish
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