Bangles…

My ‘Bangles Story’.. From a young girl I always wanted to wear gypsy skirts and cowboy boots.. (Santa brought me just that at a young age)… Then when I first visited India age 19 I became fascinated with the ‘Silver Bangle’… due to lockdown attire they have been an absent ‘jingle’ on my arm.. I polished them up tonight and put them on.. As Alex saw them on my arm, she smiled and recounted the ‘story’ of the Bangles she knew… (I smiled) .. each Bangle tells the story of my life from age 19…even my mums Bangle now adornes my arm… I’ve also started my own Cups Bangle/Bracelet story… Nothing quites brings a smile to my soul as the ‘jingle’ on my wrist… Like all good life’s lived my Bangles cause quite a ‘jangle’ (I wouldn’t have it any other way)!

Reset, Refuel, Revive!

‘I bet you are missing the travelling’… a comment reflected to me in numerous conversations during our Lockdown of life…

It amused me to think I have become synonymous with travelling.

Turning 50 during a pandemic brings with it a rather altered reflection on ones life and a refresh button to redirect and refocus…

I have always had the ‘flame to travel’ within my soul, ignited most definitely by my travels and abodes around the world… as a teenager I accessed every trip, every funded scholarship, and opportunity to travel near and far… Then at 18 I gave my parents 3 weeks notice before heading to America… travel came before College, came before settling down, and defined our family fabric, and still does..

I know travel fulfils my jug, it builds my resilence, and it is part of my DNA.

During Lockdown my travels were local and recently 1000 mile drives around the UK under the guise of being ‘rowing mum’. It is great to be back on the ‘roads’ of my travelling life again.

WHY?

Freedom to explore, connection with others, conversations, the beauty of nature, the delight of discovery….

George and I have just had a fabulous road trip around England doing all of the above… It’s the start of our ‘next chapter’ as ‘mum and son cup’ will soon be home alone in Sept..

I guess that’s what travel has always been for me, the next chapter…

and also during my darkest, scariest moments of self doubt, fear, and sorrow…when I thought ‘how can I do this?’… travel memories and my travel mantra DNA reminded me.. ‘I can’… cope with change, I can travel solo (I backpacked solo worldwide before google!), travel gave me courage, choice and character…

I’m loving the post lockdown loiterings locally and further afield, and the future plans for long haul…

So what I would say is find your comfort in your travels of life, you never know what nuggets of nourishment it will provide…

Marathon of moving moments…

img_2755The word ‘marathon’ is a very interesting word as it provokes a reaction, just the same as the word ‘death’ provokes a reaction!

Initially the two words for me evoked the similar emotions of… ‘I can’t do it…I don’t ever want to do it… ‘Ok I’m doing it!!’

With the marathon to do it I had a choice (well maybe I’ll comment on that later), with Gary’s death there was no choice… indeed none of us have a choice with death, but we have a choice in how we handle our marathon of ‘moving moments’ after death… do we stay stuck, unmoving frozen in fear and grief (and there are plenty of those moments), or do we move our feet, our heads and our hearts forward slowly and gradually…

I am apprehensive about the run, I’m fitter than I’ve ever been (my poor 47 year old body does not know what’s hit it this year with the running, rowing and lack of stress from changing jobs).  Indeed the wholistic approach to healing me with rest, exercise and mindfulness has been wonderful!

My apprehension reminds me of how I felt approaching Gary’s death and the reality of life without him, losing him and surviving in a new world of being a mourning single parent to three grieving Cups… but I did it, I’m doing it and will do it, and that’s been my ‘marathon mantra’ in training!

My brother said to me the other day, ‘Tracey anyone can do a marathon, it’s only the time that causes the fear’, I’m not setting a goal time to finish, I just want to finish… the same goes for my healing with grief I’m going at my own pace… no-one can walk or run in anyone’s shoes of mourning, so the ‘moments of movements’ are personal… they may be tiny, big, backwards or forwards… but they are movements…

I am proud of where my Dishwashing family are in the marathon of mourning. We have cried, shouted, laughed and moved sometimes individually on our own but collectively as one… we have been supported by the love of family and friends, exercise of body and mind and the memory of Gary, his words and actions…

With my marathon training I have had to take cognisance of my health as a whole, in relation to sleep, eating and training… and I didn’t realise the profound positives it has had on my personal healing! In the usual mad cap of my Dishwashing style, I’ve done the training alone, in silence and with no gadgets… I’ve taken advice, read articles and managed to fit training in between the madness of being Mum, PA and taxi driver to the Cups!!

During my training the climate has been foul, I’ve got lost in Liverpool and I’ve pushed my mind and body… however I’ve loved the training and I’m proud of what I’ve achieved… indeed the training and discipline of the marathon prep has focused me…

Around this time five years ago Dishwasher Dad was training for the Dublin marathon… I thought he was insane… this Sunday I’m taking part in the Manchester marathon (with the hope of completing the Dublin marathon in October… for Gary). He had completed his 20 miles for training then a few weeks later was diagnosed with Grade 4 cancer…

As we approach Gary’s three years of being away from us physically there is little I can do for him now… so I know I’m completing these marathons for him… and in the moments of pain I hear his soft gentle words of encouragement, ‘you can do this Tracey’, and I recall how he kept going in mind when his body was ravaged by cancer, img_2722 and I take strength to keep moving my moments forward in the marathon…