Wonderful Women

I’m a big fan of women who snort when they laugh.

Women who overshare awkward truths when the conversation stalls.

I’m a big believer in singing loudly in the car whenever possible and I love pulling alongside a fellow diva doing the same.

I’m a big fan of women who love women,

who spot toilet paper on the shoes and help each other out, when Mother Nature calls.

I’m a huge believer in comparison being the thief of joy, that dimming someone else’s light, won’t ever make yours shine brighter.

I just can’t get enough of those women who are unashamedly themselves, in technicolour glory.

I’m a lover of laughter and those moments when the tears start to flow, give me life.

I think the best therapy, is quality time with a friend who listens without judgement.

I’m a big fan of women who break, who share, who rebuild each other and cheer them along the way.

I’m grateful for this world half-full of fabulous females, I see you all.

Words By: Donna Ashworth from Words To Live By


Showing Up For Friends…..Even in Dark Days

It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a glum sounding voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather sad, and alone, and not much fun to be around at all. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is sad, and alone, and not much fun to be around at all, would you now.”

Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling sad, or alone, or not much fun to be around at all. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.”

And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better. Because Pooh and Piglet were there. No more; no less.

Source: AA Milne and E.H Shepard