There is no worse bitterness than to reach the end of your life and realized you have not lived. ~ M. Scott Peck

quiet moments


Those of you who know me, know that I love quotations.  I like others’ view of life.  I like quiet moments of reflection.  I like quiet.

And it is just a day or so ago that I realised that I hadn’t had a quiet moment of thought and reflection in quite some time.

I am missing my family and friends. I am still grieving the loss of my dad whose birthday it is in a couple of days. And that sense of loss that creeps up right from deep inside, right in the middle of your chest, that burns and hurts until tears just flow and then the pain of loss subsides once more.

Once the tears are shed, the joy of recollecting fun times, of happy moments and shared jokes. Of silliness and support and hugs and laughter.

Dad: “What’s this?"

Dad: “What’s this?”

Answer: "a dead one of these"

Answer: “a dead one of these”

I am also loving the experience on our boat, of racing a 70 foot yacht around the world, across some of the most ferocious seas. I love the team work and support, of being able to do something that I had never tried before.

Team work

Team work

I truly value friendships, the love, support and encouragement of my family and friends. I cannot wait to see my mum in New York and seeing James in most of the stopovers until then.

Humour keeps me going, it’s a great defence mechanism and a great release.

“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” ― William Shakespeare
meaning of life

With that, my quiet reflection takes me back to Dad, at his funeral he asked for Python’s “Always look on the bright side of life”.

Love and laugh.

Love Aly xxxxx


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