I believe!

I’m sure you’ll all be sick of me talking about this, but thank you Daily Prompt for a perfect oppertunity! Another reason to believe….

Currently my reason to believe is the generosity of the people around me. A few weeks ago I put out a call for poems, stories, artwork and photographs to pull together in a book. The purpose of this book was to help raise money and awareness for cystic fibrosis and the fire fighters charity via Alex’s Adventures.
I was overwhelmed by the amount of work I received back, and the immense quality of so many of the pieces.
One of my favourite things is a poem written by my three year old niece about her favourite person. Honestly, it’s inspired! But there are also some gorgeous short stories and many poems dedicated in love to those who have passed on from this world. I’m so proud of the collection and just feel so grateful to all of the contributors who helped make it what it was.
It’s been an emotional journey, pulling it all together but it’s worth it. I hope it does well as all proceeds will go to charity and help raise awareness for things that are close to my heart.
One final, enormous thank you has to be to a friend I contacted, out of the blue just two days before sending the book to print. I asked, because I knew he was into arty things, if he had any illustrations that would fit the theme. His response was just incredible. He managed to get three amazing pictures back to me, for three poems. They are amazing and so beautiful. His website is Unknown Creatives and they come very highly recommended.
If any of you lovely bloggers would want to review this raw and heartfelt collection that would be amazing! Please contact me 🙂

And here it is! You mean the world to me… a collection made and dedicated to love.

I can’t stay mad at you – Occupational Hazard!!

My cousin Alex is doing ten amazing challenges in ten months to raise money for Cystic Fibrosis and the Fire-Fighters trust to mark ten years since his sister passed away due to this destructive disease. In the past four months he must have walked, cycled, horse ridden and kayaked more than 300 miles! Not to mention the miles put down by everyone joining in with the cause. So, to help him I decided to pull together a collection of poems, short stories, flash fiction and art work from friends, family and fellow creative people and create a book that we will be able to sell; all profits donated to charity.
I’ve been completely overwhelmed by the submissions I’ve received and they’re still coming in! The theme is You Mean the World to Me. Now, this post is supposed to be forgiveness based and I’ve named it Occupation Hazard. I’ve come a long way around, but I’m finding it hard to read the submissions. They’re so beautiful and so many of them are raw. I’ll be honest; the first reading of each submission is tending to leave me in tears.
I’m not usually an emotional person. It takes a lot to choke me up and I’m certainly not one to wear my hearty on my sleeve – well, that’s what I like to think anyway! But I keep choking on the words that other people have sent to me, in honour of this amazing cause. Don’t get me wrong by any means. I am LOVING pulling everything together and working on something physical which will both help the charity’s and act as a kind of record for what my cousin Alex is undertaking. I didn’t expect to need a box of tissues when reading through though.
Luckily, after the initial waterfall-inducing whammy of the pieces, I’m able to step back a little bit. Or at least, I know enough of what they each are to put them into a cohesive order for the book. Make me cry once, shame on me, make it happen twice – well…well done your creative geniuses for creating such moving pieces.
I forgive you all though.
Thank you.
Fibi xx

Memory lives

More than her years
So forevermore she will remain
More than one who has left us
Because she stays
In the words that we say
And the ones that we don’t
She’s the prayer on the motorway
For everyone to come home safe
She is the one that we ask
To make things okay
She is the hope in the night
That there will be a new day
We remember a smile
The most beautiful face
She is with us
And with us she’ll stay

This is dedicated to the memory of my cousin Melissa Mould who ten years ago passed away due to cystic fibrosis at the age of 19. Her younger brother is doing ten challenges in her memory to mark this and raise awareness for CF. More information about his adventures can be found here: http://alexsadventure.wordpress.com/

 

This is part of my contribution to the collection of poems and short stories I’m pulling together for Alex’s Adventures. The theme is You Mean the World to Me. I’m currently working on a family related vilanelle but it’s a tricky devil.

This was originally posted on http://poetreecreations.org/ and I would have reblogged however the picture put up with the poem doesn’t quite fit! Sorry guys!

 

Fibi xx

I have a challenge for you, should you chose to accept it…

Apologies to those that have already seen this on Alex’s Adventures in duplicate 🙂

You’ve all seen my discussions, posts and encouragement of my cousin Alex who is undertaking Ten Adventures to raise money and awareness for Cystic Fibrosis and the Fire Fighters Trust. Alex has completed 3 out of the 10 adventures in memory of his sister Melissa who passed away 10 years ago.

He’s going up all mountains, kayaking, riding, cycling etc and as I have all of the athletic skill and agility as a two-legged epileptic donkey. I’ve been doing my best to support my little cousin (okay, he does somewhat tower over me these days…) but despite wracking my brains for about six months now, I’ve been struggling to think of what I can ‘do’ to really really help out.

But then, I ordered a gift for my Mum for Mother’s Day. A small, self-published collection of short stories, poetry, flash fiction and musings in a cute little hardback and paperback format. They’ve just arrived and I’m so pleased with the quality of the printing and aaah it just looks lush!

It’s like a genius moment.

I’ve realised what I can do.

I can’t climb a mountain. (I can barely walk in a straight line without injuring myself!)

I can however, pull together a collection of poems, short stories, pictures and art. Publish it with the same company I used for my mums gift and pass on any profits to Alex’s chosen charities.

This is a very good idea!

The title of the collection will be ‘You mean the world to me…’ and all of the collected works will reflect this theme in some way.

It could be a story about a loved one, or a poem someone who has passed away, someone that you just couldn’t be without, a friend or family member. It could also be about your favourite teddy bear or a goldfish. It can be as happy or as sad as you like and any length so long as it’s under 2000 words.

So long as it fits the theme, I’d love to see it!

If you’d be interested in submitting a piece then please e-mail me at inkycygnet@googlemail.com

Fibi

8 Days To Go…

I’ve been harking on for the last couple of months about raising money for charity – sorry! But it’s an issue close to my heart.

My lovely cousin, who is doing the 10 adventures in 10 months (yes, he is mad…)has this to say for himself…

 

10 years ago I lost my sister to cystic fibrosis.

In her memory, I want to honour her by doing something which is inclusive of the whole family. I want the whole family to participate in some manner if that be logistics, competing or planning.

10 events was decided upon as I wanted this to stand above something I, or any of my family members has ever done before; when specifically trying to honour Melissa’s memory. Some of Melissa’s key characteristics included strength, determination and a phenomenal desire to push everything to the limit; never taking no for an answer, and never giving up or complaining.

We didn’t want the year to sinply pass as another anniversary without her, instead we wanted to act on it by doing something very different.

Raising money for charity is one of the primary objectives; cystic fibrosis and the firefighters charity will be the two beneficaries of my efforts. Cystic fibrosis as a big thank you for the 19 years of support, help and guidance, which we couldn’t have done without.

Following recent injury, the firefighters charity provided essential physio and rehabilitation, which without this, I would not have use of my left arm!

As Melissa’s immediate family, we feel that the grieving process is over. We want to look back at the times we had with her. The whole family have been somewhat isolated since she died; the purpose of the 10 events is to bond the family, and let the conversation of Melissa no longer be ‘taboo’.

 

He has set up a proper page for donations here:  http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=alexs-adventures

I am so excited to see what this year brings. Alex is right, the clouds are lifting and it is time for us all, as a family to celebrate that life of the most beautiful and amazing young lady and set our greiving aside.

My sister completeing her triathalon last year in honour of Melissa said when she finished the race that she could hear Milly in her ear during the hardest moments. Laughing at her and yelling: ‘move your behind!!!!’ or something similar…

Whenever life does get hard and troubles rise, she is the person I remember and imagine encouraging me.

I’m a bit nervous about next weekend if I’m honest. I’ll be accommpanying Alex on the 19th with my Aunt and his Fiance on horseback while he walks. I don’t get to ride very often and I’m by no means an outstanding horsepersonage. But Daisy, the beastie (she really is a lovely beasty) I’ll be riding was Melissa’s miracle pony, rescued as a foal. Daisy was left to Alex and I feel very privilaged to be able to ride out onto the South Downs for the miles that we’ll be doing. I’m sure I’ll turn the experiance into something creative when I return.

Loves Fibi x

In the water

Happy New Year All!

I’m a bit slow on the uptake with well wishings and holiday things this year as I’ve been all around the country and Ireland to see family for the festive season. I hope everyone has had a fantastic year though!

These are some of my favourite photos, I’m actually in them so I’m not taking them this time! (Strange) but I do absolutely love them. I had such an amazing ride on the beach with the lovely Daisy.

Daisy and I have been working hard whenever possible to train ready for our trek on the South Downs.

As previously mentioned my cousin is trying to raise money for Cystic Fibrosis in memory of my cousin Melissa who passed away on the 18th of January 2004.  To raise money, Alex will be attempting ten treks/challenges/adventures in ten months. The first of these will begin on the 18th of January (under two weeks away! Agh!). He’s going to walk the 100 mile route across the south downs over a period of 6 days. On one of these days, Daisy and I, Alex’s fiance and George and my Aunt on her horse Guiness will be accompanying him for support.

Wish us luck!

Fibi

 

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Daily Prompt: Everything Changes – Determined Cookie Vs Cystic Fibrosis

Things change with a speed that frightens me, faster than I had dreamt. They change, not with dramatic suddenness in the depths of a night; but always in the cold milky sunshine of a new day. Stealing hope, and the strained childish belief, that bad things don’t happen under the watchful gaze of a benevolent sun. If they happened in the night it would be easier, I think. To be fractured in the smothering darkness. So the pieces couldn’t fly too far away. Kept safe, instead, beneath the duvet. Maybe it’s more human to cry yourself to sleep in the deep hours of darkness. To have the first purge of private, soul-torn tears flooding into the pillow. So that all you can feel is damp cotton and all you can smell is the sweet salt. Then you wake-up, stretch puffy-faced into the next day with one small piece of yourself intact again, reshaped and fresh. The gaping wound of loss still raw, but beginning to heal. But it doesn’t happen like that. Instead it happens when there is nowhere to hide and nothing to keep all the pieces of you from splintering and getting lost in sharp shards of sunlight. So you can never be fully remade. – Writing Wolf

Okay, so this is the Daily Prompt for today. “Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up and read it and immediately, your life has changed.”

I was really tempted to dismiss it for the day and do something else. Or put it aside and come back to it this evening. I wanted to write a ‘proper’ blog post for today. So I closed down the prompt and went back to something else, checking my Facebook on the way. I didn’t see it coming, but something on Facebook just changed me.

Last week I wrote of my pride for my Sister in her cake making enterprise. She’s a fabulous lady, you all know that now, or you should! She’s brill. What I didn’t mention last week, was her sudden, but fierce determination to complete a triathlon in just over two months’ time. She’s crazy! Literally, raving mad.

Of course, I think that her goal is amazing and I know that she can do it. (She’s one determined cookie) However, I’m much more of a sit-body and I think I’d have to be driven to the top of the mountain, or at least carried. I’m an outdoorsy type person, but far too lazy to run a triathlon- that takes some serious dedication! However, My Sisters enviable goal, is not what changed me. She will be running, crawling, canoeing, cycling for charity.

I’m a wordy person, full of words and verbs and vocabulary, but even if I lived another hundred years, I don’t think I could find the right words to describe losing a loved one to Cystic Fibrosis. But I had a go a few years ago.  I’m a spiritual person, not someone necessarily religious, but I knew an angel on earth.  A rare and special person who truly touched the life of everyone that she met. My sister will be raising money in memory of our much loved cousin.

Cystic Fibrosis Ireland is totally dependent on fundraising and voluntary donations, is the body responsible for the provision of a wide range of services to the Cystic Fibrosis community in the Republic of Ireland. My sister can be sponsored here: Sponsor A Crazy Lady

Some things in my life need to change. For the last few months I’ve (spookily) been having vague day dreams of what I could do to raise money for CF.  My sister’s Facebook announcement has just kicked me into gear. I need to do something.

What can I do?

As soon as I work it out, I’ll let you know – but suggestions are always appreciated!