I regret not being able to swim as I've tried so hard, having had many lessons as a teenager and an adult...all to no avail. For you see I don't like seeing the water coming towards my face and for many years I couldn't shower without trepidation! I did learn to float and propel myself on my back, but as soon as I turn over I'm sunk (pardon the pun). I can't get the breathing part right at all. Having thought about it I think I may have had a frightening experience on Aberdeen beach as a child for I recall going home in my underwear as my clothes were wet. So did a wave come over me? Did I fall in? I don't know.
What else might I be apprehensive about? I accept possible "ghostly" occurrences, and do not question others on their beliefs or experiences. My late husband seemed to be in tune with these possibilities, having had an experience as a teenager, that again manifested in our homes. It didn't frighten me as I accepted what happened and dealt with it in a practical way. My only perception was a scent...a smell of fish. Whereas my husband was touched and 'saw' a spirit.
Anything else ? Why yes! I recall as a toddler that a tiger walked across the end of the bed. I'd forgotten that...I guess I might have been afraid.
I'm afraid (at last you say!) I'm afraid I don't have a poem this week as I've been away for a week.
Anyway, take care out there...
Thanks for reading, Kath.
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