Sandy’s Scribbles

This is a poem to myself, inspired by the difficult times we're all going through, reminding me that I can't fix everything and everyone and I need to just do what I can, when I can!   It's dedicated to my Mum (pictured), who always tried to get me to stop worrying and just be the best I can be - it rarely worked! :) I can’t run a marathon or swim the English Channel But I CAN walk every day and enjoy the quiet of our beautiful countryside   I can’t professionally counsel or fully understand mental health But I CAN lend an ear and listen and listen and listen I can’t make every day happy for every person But I CAN give away a smile or a compliment to brighten a single hour I can’t cure someone of cancer or operate to save a life But I CAN take a person's hand and hold them until they stop crying   I can’t (won’t) build a global enterprise that puts profit before people and planet But I CAN work hard and make the lives of my colleagues a little happier by being kind, ...

Pic: Tangerine Towers on my 50th birthday - the rascals! :) A year of our lives (almost) lockdown has cost It’s easy to focus on what we have lost Yet in between all of the things we can’t do There’s been lessons aplenty and eyes opened too Who knew we’d be pros at both Zooming and Teamsing? Who knew we’d be learning to yoga by streaming? New skills in web quizzing and DIY fixing In making and baking and then, ooh Joe Wixing! But deeper than this something else has changed too Our day to day lives we are looking at new Depending on where we’re in life’s journey now New questions are being asked: what, where, when and how? Those who were furloughed soon realised with shock  They missed simple comforts of being ‘on clock’   The routine of working gives purpose to all When this is removed, we’re more likely to fall For managers mid, sudden remoteness meant That managing people was even more rent  With challenges never encountered before They learned on the job while rem...

Photo: is my other half doing ‘calm’ which he is very good at. Me not so much - this poem is a reminder to myself! When young we give it not a thought We live our lives, the pace is fraught It passes through our fingers so The minutes, hours and days they go The only time we note its flow Is when it’s   going way too slow Whenever we are forced to wait We want time to accelerate   ‘I don’t have time’ we often say I’ll do it - promise - another day   I don’t have time, please ask your Dad He doesn’t either, oh, how sad We rush through life and years are missed Donated to our to do lists   Before we know it time has flown Our age is high, our children grown   Where did it go, we then will cry? Why did I let it all fly by? It’s too late now, we can’t turn back The clock has ticked, as is its knack Your bucket list won’t tick itself The things YOU want stay on the shelf Don’t put them off, procrastinate   Or it will soon be all too late So stop and think and sm...