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Hans Rey and Steve Peat

Do you experience times when you feel fully alive?

I did this week – in my kitchen of all places!

I was cooking a meal to take to my family. I switched on my cd player. As the first note of the first track filled the room I felt a surge of joy and energy flood through me – a feeling that says ‘it’s great to be alive’.

My memory shot back to when I was about 9 years old. My brothers and sisters and I used to play with another family two doors up the hill from us. We had freedom to run between each other’s gardens for hours on end playing all sorts of crazy games. I remember the smell of the roses, the vegetable patch, picking and eating the fruit, the sound of the ships going up river.

Specifically, the memory was of running home at dusk – later than we were usually allowed to stay out. I remember the low light, the laughter, the cool summer air on my face –  strength and energy. I felt connected to my brothers and sisters, connected to my friends, connected to the present and energised for the future.

In my kitchen the thoughts and feelings were just the same; the joy of connecting and engaging with those who matter to me.

What tipped the balance making this a ‘great to be alive’  moment, was the music. The cd I played is labelled ‘Music of Heaven’. With the first note the God of Creation joined me in the room – I was connected with and energised for eternity.

I heard someone on the radio say ‘Music is better than medicine‘. In many cases that is absolutely true.

The picture of cycling on the edge caught my attention. If you think what they are doing is scary have a look at the short video of their Ireland Pub Trip which includes how the picture was taken.


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What do you do to escape from reality?

Hercule Poirot solves that problem for me.

ITV3  is running through the series of Agatha Christie’s Poirot. The programmes have been my escape from reality over the past months – my treat at the end of a day when I can switch off my brain and my body and enjoy being entertained.

I love the theatricality of it, the costumes, the colours, the slow pace, the gracious politeness of the detective magnifique, and of course the fact that he always solves the problem in the end.

No-one raises their voice. The murder is clean and the body dealt with respectfully – no post-mortem dissections to shock.

Curled on the settee with a mug of tea, I feel safe as a spectator in this predictable environment.

The memories are now locked into my mind. In times to come, when I see or hear Hercule Poirot, in an instant in my mind I will be back on the settee, thinking the thoughts, seeing the pictures and feeling the feelings of these safe moments in my journey through treatment.

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