I Like To Think There’s A Party In Heaven Right Now…

Poem about death, grief, loss

I like to think there’s a party going on in heaven, right now.

I like to think that the isolation and the fear, ends there.

That there’s a wonderful reunion of soulmates, friendships and love’s lost, happening as we speak, right above us all.

Whilst we grieve down here, for the many souls leaving us each day, I like to think that up there, they are smiling.

They are happy and at peace.

They are hugging and kissing and dancing, together.

If they could reach us they would definitely tell us they were okay.

That they were with someone they had missed, very much indeed.

They would tell us to be strong, if they could.

They would tell us not to worry that they felt alone at the end, for they knew they really weren’t.

They would tell us that funerals and parties on earth don’t matter to them at all…

Because the real party is where they are now.

We are losing so many loved ones every day, that it makes me feel very comforted indeed to imagine they’re all at a party in the sky.

Maybe we could imagine that together.

Donna Ashworth

©️Ladies Pass It On

Dear Mums, In Lockdown…

Dear Mums,

Please remember one thing on your list of 400 today..

You are not a teacher. You are a parent.

You’re not home schooling, you’re ‘crisis’ schooling.

You cannot possibly become a skilled professional overnight and do it whilst the world around you crumbles and grinds to a halt.

Your job is to continue some sort of a ‘fun’ learning structure, with love. 

Patience above anything.

That’s your goal every day.

To not feel so strangled by the pressure, that you transfer it over in the form of ‘yes you can do this you’re not listening’….

This is hard.

I mean, it’s really hard.

If you get through this with nothing achieved or ‘taught’ but you kept everyone safe and calm…

You are a warrior.

The kids will learn when they are back in school.

From you, right now, they will learn that they are loved and that their Mummy is a legend.

She held it together.

That’s enough.

It’s so very much enough.

When her hard times come, she will look back, straighten her crown and remember whose daughter she is.

Or he will remember whose son he is.

And that, is pretty amazing work, if you ask me.

You got this.

We got this.

Donna Ashworth

©️ Ladies Pass It On

For Now, Your Purpose is To Yield.

Mother nature

If you stand really still for a moment, close your eyes and breathe deeply, you can almost feel the heartbeat of the world slowing down.

If you can resist for a moment, the need to be fast and furious, the need to accomplish constantly, you can almost feel Mother Nature placing her hands on your shoulders.

Telling you to let go.

Telling you to give up the need to control.

Telling you that this is not your chapter in the story.

This chapter, is ‘The one where the world took over’.

The one where things we really didn’t need, were shown to be useless and futile.

The one where we were led to see what matters and what really doesn’t.

If you close your eyes and listen very hard, you will soon find what your purpose is in all of this.

But not yet.

For now your purpose is to yield.

Give in.

Be still.

Trust in the process and wait for your message to come. You will hear it loud and clear in the stillness.

But not yet.

For now, let the story unfold and rise to the challenge of nothing.

It may just turn out to be, your biggest achievement yet.

My Friend, Let Yourself Off The Hook During Lockdown

Yes, we may suddenly have lots of time on our hands, but here’s the thing…

We are in a state of panic, whether we realise or acknowledge it, we are.

We are grieving.

Collectively.

For the world. For humanity.

For people we don’t even know but care every much about.

We are confused.

Everything we knew has changed…

We went to sleep in one world and we woke up in another.

So, if you are not single-handedly nailing home-schooling, with absolutely no previous experience, don’t be cross with yourself.

No one really is.

If you wake up one day with zero motivation or positivity, that’s ok.

It may come back tomorrow.

You are human, my friend.

You are very, very scared.

We are all the same.

Let yourself rest at this time, if you can.

Somewhere inside of you is a little girl with a very heavy heart.

She needs your patience too.

Donna Ashworth

Last Night My Country Clapped Their Hands

Last night my country clapped their hands

They stood out in the street

Or opened a window up high

To show the heroes

We are here.

….

Last night my country clapped their hands

They came out from their houses

And joined each other

Together even though

We are apart.

I cried when people clapped their hands

Even though we clap hands often

Because this is not a show

Or a concert

This is war.

Last night my children clapped their hands

They didn’t really know why

But one day they will look back

And remember

They were there.

For everyone who clapped their hands

I want to say I’m proud of you

For doing your part

In your homes

We are here.

By Donna Ashworth 

#clapforcarers

Angels On Earth

Angels On Earth

…..

And so the earth angels came together, to answer the call of humanity in crisis.

They stepped forward without hesitation, to stand between us and the danger. 

They have done so many times before. 

But never quite like this.

…..

The earth angels kissed their loved ones, one last time, before entering the fray.

Not knowing when they would emerge again.

It is said that angels don’t feel sad about this.

But I think maybe they do.

…….

You see, the hidden wings of an earth angel, won’t allow them to fly away.

They cannot flee from tragedy, that’s thing about these angels on earth.

They can only go towards it.

They were made that way.

…..

And if the earth angel is tired, or too weary to go on anymore.

They hide that struggle away from the world, lest it worry another.

And every time a soul leaves earth too soon,

The earth angels shed a silent tear,

For those they could not help.

Poem by Donna Ashworth #poem #nhsheroes #keyworkers #nurses #doctors
Image: Pachay

Suicide Is Taking Lives Too…

As Coronavirus claims lives all over the world, today, I would like to take a moment to say rest in peace, to a beautiful young girl who died yesterday.

Emily Owen. Age 19.

The thing is, Emily took her own life. 

The fear, stress and anxiety of a world changed beyond comprehension was too much for her to bear and I fear this will be the case for many more.

We keep hearing the phrase ‘unprecedented times’ and it really, truly is.

Nothing like we have ever seen before.

We must look after each other and reach out to those in isolation who may struggle more than most.

Emily was young, beautiful and energetic. Her friends say she was the one who was first to help them in any way she could.

But isolation was too much for her and she could not make it through.

We are all staying at home to save lives, which is wonderful. 

Some of us cannot stay at home and must face the fire every day. This is beyond wonderful.

Let us try not see a large death toll from depression, alongside the virus.

We can all do something to help someone who is in over their head.

We are better together.

Even when apart.

Share positivity and spread light where you can.

Thank you.


In The Quiet

In The Quiet….

I heard a little voice in the quiet

It sounded like somebody said my name

It sounded like your voice in the quiet

As though you’re trying to help me rise again.

…..

I told the little voice in the quiet

I said that I was very scared indeed

I felt your loving warmth in the quiet

I knew that you had come to me in need.

……

I sat still with your voice in the quiet

I whispered that I felt I couldn’t cope

I heard the words you always used to tell me

That you would always throw me out a rope.

……

I took the rope you gave me in the quiet

I pulled myself to shore to start anew

Thank you for your wisdom in the quiet

Because of you I know I’ll make it through.

©️Donna Ashworth @ladiespassiton

Before The Virus Came Along

Before the virus came along
Life was fast and ruthless
And the world spun like a wheel
Going round.

Before the virus came along
People were busy and breathless
Their lives lacked simple things
Like time.

When the virus came along
The wheel was forced to brake
Momentum lost its power
And stopped.

And people came to see
That they were not the drivers
That bigger wheels were turning
Unseen.

When the virus left again
The world was green and breathing
The rested people knew
What mattered.

Now the memory is just that
Time is much the healer
But something lingered longer
And stayed.

The virus shaped the world
And made the people grateful
For peace and touch and freedom
Again.

By Donna Ashworth

30 Lessons Learned From A Lock-Down

Woman visiting her father in a lockdown through the window

1. We don’t need nearly as much as have come to believe.

2. A little goes a long way.

3. We are kinder than we thought.

4. When push comes to shove, we want to share our last slice.

5.We are not in control.

6. But we each make a difference.

7. The world is smaller than we realise.

8. We don’t appreciate our life enough.

9. We are living in a world of convenience.

10. This convenience is killing our planet.

11. We don’t need to fly across the world to make decisions for our businesses.

12. We can be together even when apart.

13. We are surrounded by heroes.

14. Not all of our friends will be there for us.

15. Some new friends will appear in the unlikeliest places.

16. Differences disappear in a crisis

17. Our elders are very precious indeed.

18. We really should treat each day as a blessing.

19. And live life to the full when we can.

20. We are not invincible.

21. But we are stronger than we know,

22. Life is about adapting to change.

23. Teaching children is a calling and a skill.

24. But it’s more important to keep them calm.

25. We never know what is waiting just around the corner.

26. We are a tiny piece in a very large puzzle.

27. But each of us is capable of so much.

28. When darkness comes, there are always people helping

29. Look for them, join them.

30. We are better together, even when apart.

Donna Ashworth

Please credit Ladies Pass It On

If You Are Going Somewhere This Weekend, You Are Condemning Us All….

Coronavirus updates

People Of The UK, Please Listen…

I am a place to go for inspiration, not for scaremongering.

But it’s time for me to share some truths from my friends in Italy and Spain.

I fear the UK is not listening.

There are body bags being taken out of houses all the time. My friends have sent me the videos, heartbreaking.

There are no beds, no ventilators left. Doctors are choosing who to save.

This is utterly terrifying. This is life or death, every 15 minutes in Madrid. Literally.

And people on my Facebook groups are still getting their hair done, their nails done and having ‘smaller’ parties, why?

Because we are a week or two behind this and because we have not been forced to lock down, yet.

We will be in exactly this position very soon.

Why are we not learning from the examples in front of our very eyes?

IF WE DO NOT STAY AT HOME WE WILL KILL OTHERS.

My friends abroad want you to know that you do not have to have symptoms to pass this on, many times.

It is not the people who know they have it who are infecting, it is everyone else.

And it is coming.

PLEASE STAY AT HOME IF YOU CAN.

My friend here in the UK is in hospital, she is young, she is healthy, she is telling me how she is in an isolation room and sees no one, the nurses must fully cover up just to open her door. 

I know people who have lost loved ones already

This is your call to duty, to do nothing.

Yes money is a huge worry for us all but this is life we are talking about.

We will be in utter crisis very very soon, just like China, then Italy and now Spain too.

Do something NOW.

It’s beyond time.

Teach Them It’s Ok To Not Be Ok

I have seen so many posts flying around social media telling parents what to do with their kids during this time of isolation.

Some have great ideas for play, craft and discipline.

Others say just sing and read and dance and play with them…create a safe place they say, where your children can feel loved and calm.

Here’s the thing..

Some days you will do all of that.

Some days you will do some.

Some days you may hit the wall and barely be able to keep the lid on your anxiety as the fear, financial worry and panic engulfs you.

So,

Make a plan, by all means, but whatever you do know this.

Your children are loved.

They know they are loved. It’s intrinsic.

They can sense your distress no matter how well you hide it anyway,

so teach them that it’s ok to be afraid.

That it’s ok to not know what to do sometimes.

That it’s ok to waste a day for no reason, other than, you just can’t deal.

Teach them that when things go down, you ride the rollercoaster and take each corner as it comes.

This is a time history will remember and your kids will remember your bravery but only because they saw you work at it.

Bravery is knowing the risk, feeling the fear and facing it. 

It doesn’t come naturally.

We have to create it. 

We have to learn how.

That’s a lesson worth teaching.

A Letter To Our Key Workers

Key workers

Dear Key Workers,

I can’t imagine the pressure you must be feeling right now, as the world retreats and you go forward to the fire.

I can’t imagine the fear you must be facing as you place your children in school, knowing that they will be looked after but not knowing if they will be safe from the bigger threat.

Will you be safe from the bigger threat?

I can’t imagine how heavy the weight of a nation’s expectation must feel on your already burdened shoulders.

Stay strong.

When this is over, and it will be over one day, you will be responsible for something much less heavy.

You will be responsible for keeping a nation running whilst it faced its biggest threat in more than a century.

You will be responsible for history, for staying at the front line to save us all.

You will be a hero.

You already were but now you will be seen.

I see you.

Thank you for stepping up whilst we all step down.

When this is over, your happy days will be bright.

We are watching with appreciation and wishing you luck.

Great Britain 

History Will Remember When The World Stopped

History will remember when teh world stopped

History will remember when the world stopped
And the flights stayed on the ground.
And the cars parked in the street.
And the trains didn’t run.

History will remember when the schools closed
And the children stayed indoors
And the medical staff walked towards the fire
And they didn’t run.

History will remember when the people sang
On their balconies, in isolation
But so very much together
In courage and song.

History will remember when the people fought
For their old and their weak
Protected the vulnerable
By doing nothing at all.

History will remember when the virus left
And the houses opened
And the people came out
And hugged and kissed
And started again

Kinder than before.

Donna Ashworth

Copyright Donna Ashworth 2020 ©

Whilst The World Is Locking Down

Heal the world poem/ pandemic poem

Whilst the world is locking down…

Take the time to pause.

To reset.

To switch off and on again.

Whilst the world is locking down.

Take some time to reflect.

To connect.

In other ways.

Whilst the world is locking down.

Take the chance to look around.

Inside your mind.

Find what you need, in there.

Whilst the world is locking down

Let the planet heal itself.

Whilst you do the same my friend.

The world is exhausted,

We are exhausted.

Whilst the world is locking down

Breathe in gratitude every day.

Let the enormity of our blessings sink in.

We will wake up soon to a whole new world.

Let’s heal.

Donna Ashworth

Today I’ve Been Thinking About Caroline Flack

Caroline flack/ self isolation

I’ve been thinking how she was in a kind of lock-down. 

She was told to stay out of the public eye until the court case, she wasn’t allowed to see her partner and basically was advised to self-isolate until her nightmare ended.

But she didn’t make it till the end.

Because the isolation, the stress and the fear were too much for her to bear.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, that the vulnerable and the weak are at risk here but those amongst us who suffer from depression, anxiety and poor mental heath are too.

So, whilst we are all coming together (virtually only of course) to try and protect the needy, let’s also check in on those who are prone to bouts of depression.

This will be tough on them.

This chapter in our stories will be one we won’t forget, let’s make it for the right reasons.

This is Your Sunday Evening Reminder…

Sunday evening reminder

That you can handle everything this week throws at you.

And I think this week may throw a lot.

But you got this.

You have been through hard times before and you have come out smiling.

Everything you need to survive the next few weeks, is not in the supermarket, it’s inside of you.

Hope.

Courage.

Calm.

Kindness.

Resilience.

Humour.

All of these things are contagious.

Spread them.

This week is a temporary chapter in your book my friend, and you are the hero of your own story, so bring out the big guns.

You got this.

Dig deep.

People Are Scared, Not Stupid…

Toilet paper panic

It just looks the same.

People are crippled with anxiety, fear and the need to protect their loved ones. 

It may come across as selfishness, stupidity or worse.

But it is just humanity.

Flawed, afraid, in panic.

In a week or so, no one will be buying toilet paper, everyone will be at home and realising that solidarity is key, but right now, when information is in overload yet no help seems present, buying toilet paper seems like a comfort.

Let them buy their paper. Encourage them to share with anyone in their vicinity who has none.

People are not stupid, they are afraid and they are suspicious of the government and their intentions.

And why wouldn’t they be, we have been let down so many times before

Nobody knows what to do, so they do what every one else is doing.

Anger and abuse won’t help.

Just try to understand and let’s wait this out in peace.

We are all in this together

Our Kids Will Remember This …So let’s make sure we are doing things right.

Italians singing on balconies

This pandemic is something like most of us have never faced in our lifetimes. As a generation, (I am mid 40s), we have had it pretty good.

We have studied periods of oppression, wars, pandemics and maybe we rolled our eyes every now and again at one too many, ‘You kids don’t know you’re born’ statements.

Well this is our time to know we are born.

I truly believe that if we work together, as a WORLD, we can get to grips with this infection and stop it ravaging our weak and vulnerable.

I also truly believe that this will change our society for the good, long term.

Life will somehow be sweeter after this blows over and we will have gratitude in spades for the things we took for granted.

We will be humbled but we will be kinder.

So, the kids are watching, listening but mostly feeling the vibes around them, let’s show them what resilience is.

Let’s show them how to stay positive when disaster hits.

Let’s show them that we created an online world for a reason and here it is, we can connect, we can assist, we can follow the examples we are being shown so we don’t have to experience it everywhere.

Your kids will be as calm and feel as safe as you make them feel.

Get them involved finding out who needs help in the community.

This will benefit them for years to come.

People, we are a team here.

If one of us follows the rules and another doesn’t, we are all affected.

So, let’s connect, lets focus and let’s stay positive until we beat this.

We totally and utterly got this.

I know it.

Oh, and if you haven’t watched the video of Italians singing together from their balconies to raise spirits, watch it. It’s a must.

Donna Ashworth

Here’s The Thing, People Are Dying…

Okay, here’s the thing…

People are dying. Someone’s mum, dad, brother…

I’m getting tired of reading posts saying this virus is ‘nothing’, an ‘over-reaction’, or ‘hype created by the media’.

People are dying.

And many, MANY, people are afraid.

Health anxiety is very real, believe you me, and right now, lots of people all over the world are feeling very afraid indeed.

And so they should.

I have a family member going through a terrifying lock-down in Italy and that is no joke. Megaphones on the street at 6pm to get people in their homes. No travel AT ALL. One in, one out of the supermarket and queuing for your slot to enter.

Do I think worrying and panicking will help? Absolutely not.

Do I realise that laughter and stiff upper lip are comforting? Of course I do.

But, whether we like it or not, this is real, this is happening and we need to take it very seriously indeed.

And for all of those people saying ‘I am not worried about catching it’, good for you, but please be aware you may spread it to someone who is worried.

Someone who may well die.

Time to take this seriously, cut out the BS, focus on the facts and get ready.

We are all in this together.

Play your part.


Even when you’re knee deep in the s**t

Keep calmand carry on/ covid-19/ coronavirus/ smell the roses

Even when you’re knee deep in the s**t

You can still smell the roses

In fact, it’s the time you need to smell the roses the most.

And they’re still there, the roses. They’re still there, smelling beautiful. 

If you stick your little chin up to the sky and sniff.

You’ll see.

They’re still there.

My friend. 

Times are about to get pretty tough and it’s scary and overwhelming but remember, this will pass.

Keep smelling the roses and looking for the positives.

Keep laughing.

Stay grateful. 

Most importantly, keep hope.

Hope has moved mountains in the past and it will again.

When it’s all you have, hold on to it and spread it around.

We will get through it.

Smell the roses 

You’re Going To Come Across A Lot Of Very Worried People This Week

Covid-19

You are going to come across a lot of very worried people this week, following the announcement that Covid-19 is officially a Pandemic.

Some will hide it with a smile, a laugh and a throwaway remark. Some will tell you all about their fears and some will not let it show at all.

But the worry will still be there inside, chipping away and doing its worst.

Medical anxiety is a very real thing for many and even for those of us who don’t fear the worst in every eventuality, our health and the health of those we love is a very big deal indeed.

There is also a very real financial crisis ahead and the worry of that could be affecting those around you more than you know

So maybe choose your words and your actions over the next few weeks, based on the big picture.

I think, a lock-down and isolation period of some kind is unavoidable for most of us within the next few weeks but we can make it work by seeing the  light at the end of the tunnel and being part of a wider deal..

We can be prepared mentally, perhaps more than practically, for what is ahead and we can work together to contain the rise of this virus and hold back the wave of destruction.

I see some people creating little what’s app groups within their neighbourhoods, to ensure supplies, advice and assistance are available to all.

I like that.

There will be many people extremely stressed about their health and whether or not they will handle this bug should it come, those are the people we should focus on.

Keep spirits up, keep fridge’s stocked, keep ‘real’ advice coming.

Keep laughing but don’t overlook the threat involved.

It’s something we may never have come across before, but it’s here, and we need to face it.

So, let’s face it together and let’s face it good.

You’re going to come across a lot of very worried people this week, so be ready with your words and your actions.

They have more impact than you think.

#covid19 #pandemic #keepcalm

Don’t Fall In Love With A Body

Don’t fall in love with a body

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a laugh, or a twinkle in the eye.

That way, should those blessings ever wane, you will do your best to bring them back. And we all need someone who wants to bring back our twinkle, someone who lives to make us laugh.

Don’t fall in love with a body.

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a mind.

A person’s mind only gets more interesting as time moves on. And should that mind ever lose its memory, you will do your utmost to be the light that person needs in the darkest hour. You will be their bridge to the past.

Don’t fall in love with a body.

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a heart.

A good heart creates beauty in anyone, anywhere and spreads more goodness in its wake. And should that heart ever break, you will move mountains to put it back together again, piece by piece. 

Don’t fall in love with a body.

Bodies change.

Fall in love with a soul. If you can find a soul you feel connected to, your life will never be without love. And should that soul ever leave this earth, you will still be connected forevermore, in ways we cannot even begin to fathom. A soul never dies, not really.

Don’t fall in love with a body my friend.

Your body was only ever meant to get you where you needed to be.

Fall in love with a friend.

Donna Ashworth

Suicide Is Far More Deadly Than Covid-19

Suicide is the true pandemic here people. The statistics are absolutely terrifying.

ONE PERSON EVERY 40 SECONDS TAKES THEIR OWN LIFE, according to The World Health Organisiation.

Worse, the numbers are higher now than ever.

So, instead of stock-piling the last toilet rolls on the shelves and making sure you will be okay should this virus hit your home….

How about making sure there are enough items left for those in need, those who can’t afford to stock-pile, those who only get out shopping when someone comes to take them.

How about checking in on elderly neighbours or those with learning difficulties, who may be extremely worried with the panic news created by the media.

How about making sure you know the actual facts so you can put your own mind and anyone else’s, at rest.

How about taking everything you read with a pinch of salt and refusing to share the mass hysteria created by the media, to make money, for the media.

We are a small planet, really.

The ‘Every man for himself’ attitude creates isolation, hostility, panic and hysteria.

And our society is struggling enjough already.

So, let’s stick together people. The media is out for itself, not for the good of the masses.

We need each other and we need to look after our own.

This will all be over soon so rather than fill your cupboards for an apocalyse, let’s make sure that those who actually are at danger (a very small percentage of the population) make it through.

We will be just fine.

Finally, how about we add to the list of vulnerable; those with depression and mental health issues.

This could be the last straw for anyone balancing that tightrope.

Be kind.

Donna Ashworth

What’s It Like To Be A Woman….

‘What’s it like to be a woman?”

A little bird whispered in my ear.

‘Is it just like being human?’

Oh it is so much more, my dear.

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We are the holders, we are the keepers,

Of the secrets and the truth.

We are the safe place in a storm,

The creator of all youth.

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We are the place where life is softest,

We are the colour in the story.

We are the wisdom and the instinct,

Mother Nature in all her glory.

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We are the taker of all worry,

We keep it deep within our hearts

So that others may unburden,

So that great new lives may start.

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We are the makers of the home,

Not just the walls but of the spirit.

Bringing everyone together,

Letting love and laughter fill it.

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We are sisters, mothers, wives,

So many things in every day.

We are the start of every life,

We are the reason, we are the way.

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We are fuelled by intuition,

Call it magic, if you like

We are women, we are so much more,

Than any words that I could write.

Donna Ashworth

You Weren’t Born To Fade Away my Friend..

Life may smooth away all of your rough edges, with its twists and turns and lessons to be learned.

Life may force you to fashion a tough outer shell.

Life may break you and reform you many many times until you don’t even recognise the shapes you see in the mirror anymore.

And that’s okay, it really is.

Just don’t let life make you smaller.

Don’t let anyone convince you that your cracks, your scars, are a sign of weakness. 

They are war-wounds, my friend.

Battles fought and survived.

They are your story, your fight, your journey.

Let life reshape you over and over again, sure, but don’t let it make you fade away.

Fading away is not what you are here for.

Let peace fill your heart as the years go by and your wisdom abounds. 

Let anger and pettiness fall from its pedestal.

But don’t let your voice diminish.

There are countless young women out there who need to hear you and hear you loudly.

You weren’t put on this earth to burn brightly then fade away, my friend.

Get louder.

You have much more to say now.

Donna Ashworth

Coronavirus ….please read.

WASH HANDS/ CORONAVIRUS

Here’s the thing,

The world is in chaos.

When chaos occurs, the most dangerous thing that can happen is ‘every man for himself’.

We self-isolate.

We panic buy.

We stop shaking hands.

We avoid crowds.

This is all practical advice and has merit, but, we have to remember one thing here… if you are going to catch the virus you are going to catch it.

You cannot possibly second guess how or where. It is IMPOSSIBLE.

What you can do, is protect the vulnerable. Those who may genuinely be at risk if they do get it (most of us will be absolutely fine).

Think of who, around you, is at risk and make sure they are looked after.

Are they up to date on all advice? 

Are they well fed and being kept as healthy as possible?

If not, you can help with that.

If we panic buy, stocks will become depleted and the needy may just miss out.

So, chances are some of us will get the virus and most of us WILL BE FINE.

Stress, panic and worry are known to affect the body’s ability to regulate. It won’t help.

You can…

Stay calm.

Be mindful.

Help others prepare.

Keep your own immune system up by taking vitamins and eating well.

Share good advice.

Stay away from scaremongering.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

You can’t…

Stop the virus 

Protect yourself completely.

We are all in this together whether we like it or not. 

Protect the weak, stay calm, be aware.

It’s the only thing we can do.

Be Kind…

If you’re worried you’re not kind enough,

Then you’re probably already so.

Because kindness is within you,

You just have to let it flow.

It’s the wishing good on strangers,

Even though your day is grey.

It’s the smiling at the lady who

Is getting in your way.

It’s the little spoon of sugar,

That you leave out for a bee.

It’s the catching of a spider,

In a glass, to set it free.

It’s the sending out good messages,

Even though they’re in your head.

It still works just as well,

as if you’d texted it instead.

It’s stopping for a stranger,

Who is holding out a tin.

It’s the not becoming blind,

To someone eating out a bin.

It’s the writing of good wishes,

When a milestone has been met.

Not just birth and marriage,

Maybe getting out of debt?

It’s the sharing of your treasures,

Whether plentiful or not.

To some, a pound means nothing,

But to many, it’s a lot.

It’s the listening to the stories,

You have heard ten times before.

But refuse to show the signs,

That you’re finding it a chore.

It’s the trying to cut out plastic,

And eat more plants than meat

Being kind to the planet,

And yourself, is no mean feat.

Kindness is a feeling,

An atmosphere of care.

It’s not the great big gestures,

It’s just showing that you’re there.

So, if you think you’re not,

Then, my friend, you’re off the hook.

For those who even think it,

Are those who write the book.

Donna Ashworth

Whilst The World Is In Chaos…

I will be here

Holding doors open for strangers.

Helping my elders carry their bags.

Listening to a story when time is already too tight.

Smiling at passers by.

Making babies laugh in coffee shops.

Throwing compliments out like confetti.

Making people believe they are worthy.

Letting cars cut in front of me.

Sharing posts that inspire positivity and joy.

Being a big old bad-ass ball of light and kindness.

That’s all I know how to do and sometimes, it’s enough.

To The Woman Who Thinks She Isn’t Good Enough

To the woman who looks around and wonders, why everyone else is so much more capable. So much stronger.  So much more ambitious, than her.

To the woman who thinks everyone else is blazing a fiery path through this thing we call life, while she limps behind, barely getting through the days.

Somewhere, another woman is looking at you thinking exactly the same, my friend. 

You see, we all look like we’re kinda nailing it, from the outside in.

We all look ‘together’ sometimes. Catch us on the right day and hey, we look like we have it all.

Because guess what, we learned to look that way a long time ago. We learned to hide our struggles behind a smile and whack on that mask every day.

And actually, we are doing each other a favour when we show up, just as we are, warts and all, late, flustered, human.

What we really need to see is that we are all the same. We all struggle.

We all fall apart.

Some days we nail it, other days we get nailed.

By hiding our own weaknesses, fears, worries, we give them more power. If you let it out, shine a light on it all, it becomes so much less scary, funny even…

And goodness only knows we need to laugh.

So, to the woman who wonders if she is good enough…

If this is you.

Yes you are. 

You always were.

You don’t have to live up to everyone’s expectation of how you should be coping.

You are human, flawed, wonderful, miraculous, loveable, loved.

I see you,

Now do me a favour and go see all the others too.

Spread the word, we are good enough, just as we are.

Women laughing

Donna Ashworth

Don’t Miss Me More Than Once A Day

Don’t miss me more than once a day,

For life is moving fast.

Don’t wish all of your time away,

Dreaming of the past.

Don’t waste the moment looking at,

The things I left behind me.

I’m not within those walls or boxes

The heart is where you’ll find me.

Don’t dread to say my name, sweet one,

Don’t fear the wrath of sadness.

Just take the love you had for me,

And turn it into gladness.

Don’t worry when my birthday comes

Don’t feel me missing more.

I’m filled with love you’re sending me,

Just as I was before.

Some days your anger will rush out,

Your tears will find their way.

To me, wherever I am then.

I’ll soothe them all away.

When I am gone don’t miss me more,

Than once, or twice a day.

There’s so much life to live, my love.

I’m with you, all the way.

Donna Ashworth

Dear Piers,

In the spirit of the collective conscious awakening right now… I feel the need to address the problem of you.

You see, you, to me, are an example of exactly what is wrong with society at the moment. 

If you have an opinion, you say it. And you’re paid to say it. And you have a huge platform on which to announce that ‘opinion’.

And people like watching you to see what you will say next… because you’re ‘honest’ and ‘blunt’.

But here’s the problem, your opinion is based solely on your feelings towards a person and not on what is right or wrong or any ‘facts’, for example.

Your opinion is your emotional response to someone and is, very often, racist, misogynistic and downright rude/mean/horrible.

I have watched you talk all over guests (women especially) who come on your show to discuss a topic they are very learned about but cannot get a word in edge-ways as you bully and patronise them in public.

It’s not a debate or an interview…

It’s sickening. 

And now you have used personal text messages from Caroline Flack, having been dead only a week or two, to score points in an online public argument you are having with another woman (Jameela Jamil).

Jameela made it very clear that she herself was feeling suicidal over all of this and yet you continue.

Well you have pushed me one step too far.

How on earth you still have a place on television and a whopping salary to boot, I just do not know.

You are a playground bully.

Nothing more.

I’m tired of sitting back watching you slate woman after woman, day in, day out.

We are all vowing to #bekind and stop with the incessant hounding of celebrities and public figures, so surely we must start with you?

It is no longer okay to squirm in our seats as you shout and abuse your subjects who probably go home and crumble after their public humiliation at your hands.

You have been brutally scathing of celebrities dealing with mental health issues and you often brand it as ‘attention seeking nonsense’, so how on earth can we make these positive changes if your booming, interrupting voice is shouting out of our screens every day?

Piers, we as a nation are making changes, much-needed changes within our society, I would personally love it if you were one of them…

To All The Sensitive Soul Sisters Out There

I see you. I see how much strength it takes to face the day.

To turn on the news, the radio. To expose yourself to the cruelty of this world.

I see you fighting off negativity every minute of every hour.

You’re not weak my friend. You’re not.

You’re actually undeniably brave, because you feel every single bullet fired, when so many others seem to dodge them effortlessly.

You take the hits but you keep going and keep smiling.

Even when the quick-sand is sucking you under with a force so terrifyingly strong…

You pull yourself out.

So, remember one thing, being sensitive is tough I know, like facing a blizzard without a coat, but it’s also a gift.

You bring so much light to this dark place.

Your sensitivity is what the human race needs now to evolve past the war, the suffering and into a peaceful future of enlightenment.

Your superpower comes into play around about now as the world ‘wakes’ up.

You are already woken my friend. You’ve been awake since the day you were born 

Now it’s time to stand up and be counted. 

You’re not weak, you are evolved. 

I see you. 

Donna Ashworth 

And Still I Rise….

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.  Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.  Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

Strong Women Break

Donna Ashworth Poem/ poem about women/ Ladies Pass It On Poem/ empowering women poem

Strong women break

Strong women fall

Strong women rise again.

Strong women bend

Strong women yield

Strong women grow through pain. 

Strong women fear

Strong women falter

Strong women do it anyway.

Strong women doubt

Strong women hurt

Strong women make it look easy.

Strong women make

Strong women build

Strong women, sister, friend, mother.

Strong women give

Strong women take

Strong women find each other.

Strong women laugh

Strong women heal

Strong women face any weather.

Strong women hear

Strong women feel

Strong women, conquer, together.

Donna Ashworth

I Saw The Beauty Of The Sky… The Day After I Killed Myself.

Poem/ suicide/

I Saw The Beauty Of The Sky…The day after I killed myself.

I stared for minutes at the clouds as they rolled and formed themselves into soft, misty shapes.

The way the light danced amongst them, the colour changing constantly.

The beauty of the sky made my heart fill, the day after I killed myself.

There was a sound floating down the street, someone laughing, a child. 

The day after I killed myself.

I wanted to grab the sound and hold it to my ear and cherish it for evermore.

I wanted to laugh alongside and make music to fill the air.

I saw promise in every moment, the day after I killed myself.

I saw life and love and opportunity to live.

And I wanted to seize it all, every little piece.

I fell in love, head over heels, the day after I killed my self.

With my family, their tears falling endlessly, for me.

With my self, my poor broken self, who once saw no worth where there was plenty.

I wanted to start again, to turn back time and breathe fresh breaths full of life and hope, the day after I killed myself.

Just one fresh breath.

Just one day more.

What I would give to have seen that sky the way I see it now, the day after I killed my self.

Instead I will be the feathers in the air, the warm breeze on your skin, the feeling of safety when you can’t see the good around you.

I will make sure you see the beauty in the world, my love.

For I see it now.

Donna Ashworth

When I first started Ladies Pass It On…

Women supporting women/ for Caroline/ be kind

I put myself out there as the ‘face’ behind the page. Mostly because I wanted it to succeed so badly and I believe a personal connection works best.

I’m not the most confident of people, I come across very confidently ‘in real life’ but actually I am beyond sensitive and so very easily hurt (probably why my writing resonates), so this was already a disaster about to happen.

And it did.

I was trolled. Mercilessly in one instance by a woman (I think) who was able to anonymously email my site and leave the nastiest comments you can imagine. I deleted every one, they never made it online for anyone else to read, so she knew these messages were only for my eyes and yet she continued. That somehow made it even more chilling.

She was mean. She started to bring my marriage and my kids into it which made me feel so vulnerable as though she knew me but I guess social media makes us all ripe for the picking if you know where to look.

My wonderful friend Marc who created my beautiful site sent his team to work blocking her wifi but she would log into public places and that was her deal.

It was stressful. I would get over it, then wake up to a new message in my inbox that made my heartbeat speed up and my skin go cold.

Eventually we silenced her, then a few weeks ago, bam. There she was. Instant dread. Was it even the same person? I don’t know and I never will, this is the nature of putting yourself online, you are unable to hide but they can.

So, my point is, within months I removed myself from the page, no traces left. I stuck to writing anonymously and I was able to gather followers anyway, which I’m so grateful for. 

I just could not cope with the awful feeling of opening my emails and holding my breath to see what vitriol would be there next. 

I was ugly, 

I was haggard, 

I was a terrible writer, 

I was a joke to everyone,

I was a bad mother, 

I was a fake, 

I was in a bad marriage, 

My kids names were pretentious, 

I was a laughing stock,

I was my husband’s second best, 

I was oblivious to the fact my friends all hated me. 

Just an example…

And all because I set up a little page on facebook.

Can you even imagine what celebrities are dealing with every minute of every day?? Sure they have the money, the fame, the bonuses to go with but the feeling of strangers knowing things about you and using that to tear you down is something I can’t explain.

This woman went to such lengths to bring me pain, blocked so many times but figuring out ways to get through. She spent years silently hounding me. 

Little old me who is not famous. Why??? 

She never ever got a reaction from me, I simply deleted and moved on. 

Imagine if she was just one of hundreds.

Thousands.

We, as a nation, can do better than this.

We can start a movement where people who do this kind of thing are taken to task, tracked down and charged. 

It’s not ok.

It’s gaslighting.

It’s psychological torture and if it’s coming at someone from a million different angles, it must be hell.

I started this page because I love women, I love fierce female friendships that are strong and powerful and can handle anything together. How ironic that she would target me.

I take my hat off to anyone who deals with this on a daily basis, they deserve the glamour, the money and the spoils. 

Oh they really do.

So, if you have followed my page for a while, thankyou. You are exactly the women I hoped to attract when I began and I have felt your support so strongly.

If you are new, welcome. You are in a safe place on social media.

Help me make it safer and spread the love farther.

It will create ripple effects that will have so much power.

Trust me.

So, we are here to support each other in the dark times, laugh in the good times, encourage in the sad times and guide through the confusing times.

I became very brave thanks to your support, I even shared my eldest’s son Autism diagnosis and you were all so wonderful. I wont forget that.

Thank you.

Let’s be the change we want to see ladies, right here, right now.

We got this.

Women supporting women/ for Caroline/ be kind

Donna Ashworth

Image credit: Moon Sisters

If You Have Been Where Caroline Was…

Caroline flack/ suicide prevention

And you are still here to tell the tale, I take my hat off to you my friend.

You are a bloody warrior.

To pull yourself out of a place so deep, so dark, that the only available option is to choose oblivion, is a feat the majority of us will never quite understand.

You are a hero.

A hero because you saved a life.

Your own life.

You fought a battle, you won…If you were a soldier, a medal is what you would receive.

So I want to take some time out to praise you for the strength you found in the final hour, the strength to stay alive no matter how suffocating the pain was.

If you were once where Caroline was, I urge you to talk. Your bravery could be the words someone hears when all other reason is drowned out.

Your story could be the lifeboat in a storm.

If we understand more, if we judge less, treat people more kindly, we will change the future for our children…

They will grow up unafraid to speak out, to break down, to fall and get up again without fear of recrimination.

Imagine that, a world where a human breaks and those around applaud them for their bravery, whilst they lend a hand to pull them back up.

Instead of treating them with caution should they somehow be tainted by their own mental health.

It’s not contagious.

It is survivable.

So, if you are here to tell the tale of a life almost lost to depression, my friend. I want to tell you how proud I am of you and how much I would love to hear about your journey.

Please talk.

I will be here for it, every day, no matter what.

Caroline flack/ suicide prevention

Donna Ashworth

#carolineflack #bekind #suicideprevention

Dear Caroline,

Caroline flack suicide/ RIP Caroline

It’s been a few days since you passed. And yet I am still thinking about you pretty much all the time, which is strange because I didn’t know you at all, in real life.

Thoughts of you and how you felt in the final moments of your life have kept me awake the last few nights and I am trying to figure out why I am so moved by your death.

I think what is upsetting me the most, is that you must have been so sure you wanted to leave.

Your friend was clearly on suicide watch, yet the minute she left you, you took action. You took your final action. You made that final call. 

Did you flounder? Did you feel any ounce of regret? Were you scared?

I’m haunted by thoughts that you felt no one could support you enough to get you through this terrible time.

I’m haunted by the millions of people so saddened by your loss and the realisation that you did not know you were so loved by the public.

You probably read so much online abuse that you believed it.

And yet, the words flying round social media are so beautiful now.

But it’s too late.

I wish you could read them.

So, I am going to take a few things from this lesson life has taught us. And I do believe it is a lesson which many of us will heed…

From now on, I am taking my own mental health and the mental health of everyone around me seriously. I like to think I always have but now, I am all over it.

No more judging myself so harshly.

No more browsing through vacuous social media posts portraying a perfect life.

No more indulging in negativity for entertainment or the need to make small talk.

No more filtering my own life to appear better than it is.

No more sharing posts which don’t spread joy or positivity.

No more bitching about people we don’t even know.

No more assuming that friends or family are quiet because they are ‘coping’. It’s a risk too great to take.

But most importantly, seeing the heartfelt tributes you will never ever read, has convinced me to tell everyone in my life how much they mean to me, how much I love their laughter, or their sense of style, or the way they listen.

If I see something positive, I AM SAYING IT OUT LOUD, there and then.

Because we just do not know if we will ever get to tell that person and what if, WHAT IF, they went to their death never knowing all the good stuff others felt about them.

Wherever you are, I hope you are at peace and I also hope, really hope, that you can somehow see now, what you meant to so many.

And that your mistakes were not who you are.

You are the sum of all the wonderful things everyone has said about you and so much more.

Rest in peace.

Donna Ashworth, Ladies Pass It On

Instead of asking people to ‘reach out’, how about we vow to ‘reach in’…

Suicide awareness/ be kind/ reach out/ talk

You see, the thing is, people who can see no way out, people who are so very low that life no longer feels worth living, don’t want to reach out.

They want to hide.

They want the pain to stop.

They want to be alone so that they can put an end to their suffering.

They don’t want to talk anymore, the talking is over by then.

They want to go.

So how do we stop this?

We reach in...

Over and over.

Before it has reached this point.

With love.

With messages of friends saying hello.

With stories of inspirational people to emulate.

With healthy food, hugs, favourite music, funny clips and company.

No pressure to talk.

If the door isn’t opened to us we ring the bell the next day and the next, we send messages, we write cards, we try and try until we can try no more.

Trust your instincts too, a beautiful smile can hide so much inner turmoil.

The truth is that people who feel valued, who feel worthwhile, who feel supported, can weather the hardest of storms, for the most part.

And if they can’t, if their suffering is too intense, you haven’t failed or wasted time, you did your best.

And love was given.

And that, at the end of the day, is all that matters.

Let’s all vow, today, to start ‘reaching in’ more.

We are all in this together

Donna Ashworth 

IN A WORLD WHERE YOU CAN BE ANYTHING, BE KIND

Caroline flack/ in a world where you can be anything be kind

This mantra is all over social media today.

Sadly, it has taken the loss of a bright young life to spread this message so fast and so far but nonetheless, we mustn’t let her death be in vain…

In a world where you can be anything, be kind.

What does this mean?

It means integrity. 

It means doing the right thing by everyone around you when you can.

It means refusing to dim someone else’s light to make yours shine more brightly.

It means checking on those going through a hard time.

It means running your words through filters before you speak, is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?

It means standing up to people who gossip, slander or defame others.

It means sharing positive or helpful posts only; laughter at someone else’s expense is too high a price for some to pay.

It means being kind to yourself too, we learn to judge most harshly whilst talking to ourselves. 

It means being brave enough to ask for help so that others will be inspired to do the same when their hard times come.

It means telling your stories so others can see that all storms run out of rain, eventually.

So, from this day onwards, for all the souls gone too soon. Let’s do this together.

In a world where you can be anything, be kind.

Caroline flack/ in a world where you can be anything be kind

#bekind #carolineflack

Donna Ashworth, ladiespassiton.com

Today, Caroline Flack Was Found Dead Aged 40…

Caroline flack dead

And I feel truly devastated.

I didn’t know her.

I didn’t follow her.

But I know that she made a mistake, one mistake. 

Like we all do.

And that mistake, albeit a big one, was splashed across every media outlet in the land for all to see.

She lost her job, her pride, her followers, and now her life.

And for all the thousands of young women, and men, who watch her show. I want you to know that a life well lived is a life full of these mistakes.

Mistakes that seem so huge at the time you think you will never get over it.

It seems impossible.

But oh my darling it really isn’t.

You will see the sun rise over the horizon again and it will fade into the past like a distant memory of a lesson learned.

And you will grow from it.

Stay strong. Hold on through the storm, it gets better and somebody somewhere needs you very much alive.

And as for poor Caroline, I would like to know why she wasn’t offered professional help by her employers instead of being sent off in disgrace to deal with this alone.

She was clearly very much in need.

Rest In peace Caroline and we will remember this the next time someone falls from a pedestal.

We will be kinder.

I promise.

If You Think You Don’t Have Love This Valentine’s Day…

Female friendships/ galentines day

Think again.

We celebrate love on this day to honour a saint who risked his life to help couples in love be together. He paid the ultimate price but to him, love was worth it.

Today we celebrate love. For him.

And let me tell you something my single friends, there is NO love more important than the love you have for yourself. It is the only relationship YOU WILL BE IN FOR A LIFETIME.

Make it count. 

Furthermore, if romance is your goal, look around you at your friendships. 

Women answer the call day or night to a friend in need, dry their tears, listen to the same story over and over again to heal broken hearts.

That is romance.

One day, you will be sitting somewhere with your partner reading a card they wrote to you,or perhaps you will be cross because they forgot or didn’t care…

But today, you have a lot to celebrate.

You my friend, are a warrior woman facing the world like a boss. That is to be celebrated.

And if you are lucky enough to have some warrior women alongside you for the ride, celebrate them too.

We are all in this together and our fierce female friendships are a beauty to behold. In fact, I would go as far as to say that no one will love you quite the way your warrior women do.

Show them some love today and whilst you’re at it, show yourself too.

#happygalentinesday

Female friendships/ galentines day

Donna Ashworth

LOVE IS…

Valentine’s Day poems/ love is

Asking how they slept

Making a cup of tea just right

Picking up a book they’d like to read

Worrying, so much worrying

Remembering something they said that made you laugh

Listening to things that aren’t said out loud

Telling the truth, no matter how hard

Feeling stronger than you are because they believe in you

Rising above small stuff

Recognising your flaws when all you can see is theirs

Being ordinary together

Being carefree together

Making time for each other

Finding the funny in the misery

Believing in them when they cannot believe in themselves

Remembering why you fell in love

Laughing at things no one else finds funny

The smell of their skin

Showing up, every time, always show up

Accepting the ugly as well as the beauty

Sticking with them through the dark days

Reminding them there will be good days again

Love is…

Sometimes, letting go

Love is…

Not all hearts and flowers

Love is…

Love is the only thing that matters and the hardest thing to master

It’s worth it.

Valentine’s Day poems/ love is

Donna Ashworth @ladiespassiton

You Had A Perfect Body All Along…

LOVE YOUR BODY

Make peace with yours right now my friend, for it has toiled for many years just to keep you alive.

It has grown, weathered virus and disease, healed countless wounds and fought many unseen battles to keep your soul intact for its journey through this life.

Yes it has changed but it has been changing since the day you were born.

And it will continue to change until the day you die.

Make peace with this.

Striving against this change, is like trying to blow away the wind. Futile, pointless, misery-making.

Your body has served you well and done so with your daily hate and disapproval.

It has suffered years of daily, hourly negativity, pulsing its way from your brain to your cells…

Not good enough, not attractive enough, not perfect.

And every day you thought it wasn’t perfect, it really, truly was.

It was keeping you alive, supporting your rash decisions, counteracting your foolish mistakes, doing everything in its power to stay in the game.

For you.

Make peace with your body today, my friend, say your apologies, right your wrongs and move on with appreciation.

You are blessed.

Look around you, not everyone is so blessed.

Not every one is breathing, walking, thriving.

And whilst you are looking around, see that nobody is perfect. The way a body looks, says nothing about its strength, its longevity, its endurance.

This is not a rehearsal, this is your one shot at a life well-lived.

Make it count.

IMAGE BY NUCHTCHAS

Donna Ashworth

Today Phillip Schofield Announced He Is Gay…

Phillip schofiel gay

And as always, when a soul reveals its true spirt, the universe exhales with a sigh of relief.

Relief that one more human has embraced their truth and braved the world regardless.

Relief that one more soul has stood up to the beliefs that we are somehow not perfect or acceptable, just the way we are.

Relief that another person has found their peace during their time on this planet.

You see, the one thing we all deserve, is to be who we truly are and to find that ‘peace’ within.

We say Rest In Peace when a loved one leaves us but the truth is, we should be resting in peace whilst we are still alive.

The loads that we are carrying, the burdens we bear, were not of our making, my friends.

They were put upon us.

We can just choose to put them down and walk away with freedom.

If we are brave enough.

So, let’s collectively send out all of our love, respect and peace to Phillip and to anyone else who is realising that they need not live in pain or fear.

And feel the universe relaxing just a little bit more.

Phillip schofiel gay

Donna Ashworth, Ladies Pass It On

Somewhere Inside Of You Is A Little Girl Who Needs Her Mother.

Mothers love/ mother/ daughter/ India hicks

Whether you have a mother or not, the need will always be there.

Even if you never had one, even if you don’t have any experience of that maternal love, there is a hole inside of you that perhaps, you didn’t even know you had.

A woman needs her mum, this much is true. 

So if you’re lucky enough to have a mother living, call her, listen to her, show up if she wants you, or even if she doesn’t.

Let her care, let her in, let her be a part of your life, for you, you are an enormous part of hers. 

If you no longer have a mother, be very kind to the little girl who lives within you, she is hurting. She misses her mother more than you realise.

Be kind to her and don’t be too harsh when she is lost. She doesn’t have a mother to show her the way.

For those of you who have had a mother who couldn’t love you the way you deserved, your heart is even more broken and bruised. There is nothing much in this world more painful than that.

Surround yourself with as much love as you can find in this world.

You see, a mother is the source of life, the first source of love – she is shelter, she is nurture, she is home.

Take her with you wherever you go and let her love carry on even after she has gone. It’s part of you, it’s inside your cells, your very DNA.

So, I guess she never really leaves.

If you look within, you will find her there.

Hold on to that, my friend, hold on to that.

Donna Ashworth, Ladies Pass It On

Right Now, You Could Be Standing Next To Someone Who Is Trying Hard Not To Fall Apart…

Help each other/be kind/ kindness/ people helping

Be kind.

Right now, you could be driving beside someone, who is dealing with the worst news of their life.

Be patient.

Today, you could be waiting in line behind someone dealing with the end of a relationship, the loss of a love, the onset of a panic attack.

Be aware.

Be kind, over anything….this life is a struggle for us all but for some more than others.

We just don’t know what someone is dealing with when we lose our patience, our temper.

We just don’t know how much a kind word or a smile could go to helping that person heal.

Throw out compliments like confetti.

Spread smiles whenever you can, they are contagious.

A simple gesture can mean the world to a soul in pain.

A rude comment or a terse remark could be the straw that broke the back.

Choose wisely.

Life is short, we are all in this together.

Help each other/be kind/ kindness/ people helping

Donna Ashworth

Thanks For Your Time

Thanks for your time/ mr Belser story

The telephone rang.  It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, “Mr.  Belser died last night.  The funeral is Wednesday.”

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom.  Yes, I heard you.  It’s been so long since I thought of him.  I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you.  Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing.  He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr.  Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said.  “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him.  He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important.  Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word.  Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.  Mr.  Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful.  He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment.  It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.  The house was exactly as he remembered.

Every step held memories.  Every picture, every piece of furniture…Jack stopped suddenly…

“What’swrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.  I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside.  All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.

It was gone.  Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box.  He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said.

“I better get some sleep.  I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr.  Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.  “Signature required on a package.  No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package.  The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.  The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr.  Harold Belser” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package.  There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.  It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter.  His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box.  There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.  Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! — Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most was my time!”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for,” he said.  “Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”

Think about this.  You may not realize it, but it’s 100 percent true.

1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

4. You mean the world to someone.

5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

6. You are special and unique.

7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better.

8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.

10. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy.

13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

To everyone who read this just now….

*”Thanks for your time.”* 😊

Author unknown

10 Things I Want My Children To Know When They Have kids Of Their Own…

Motherhood/ parenting/ 10 things I want my children to know

1. It is going to knock you sideways, the love you feel for that child. I smothered you in love every day you were alive but you will still be rocked to your roots when it hits you from the other side. I would say ‘be prepared’, but nothing, nothing, will prepare you for that bolt. It’s everything.

2. You will be exhausted. Not on a level you ever felt before. And it’s going to throw you just how much one little human can take from another. Look after yourself my child. You need rest too. It’s not easy but if you don’t take time out, you won’t make it through.

3. Humour is going to save you. Many many times over the years. If you can find that humour in your partner you have won the lottery. If you can’t, find a friend who makes you laugh and see the funny side in the darkness.

4. You’re going to feel inadequate, often. You are no longer in control. Let it go. All you can do is hope that your child occasionally does the right thing in public too – enjoy the cute stuff and let the mortifying moments make you laugh, not cry. 

5. Look out for other parents along the way. You need each other. Judge them the way you’d like to be judged – not at all. We are all trying our best and if someone really isn’t then that’s the time to speak out. 

6. Your child is not an extension of you. You will see yourself and your partner in them every day and it will amaze you. But you will also see something else, something original. They brought that with them. Nurture it the most, it is who they are.

7. You are enough. Corny? True. If you love your children and care enough about them to feel you aren’t coping well enough, then you are already winning. You cannot go far wrong if love is at the forefront of your mind in all you do.

8. Listen. Life is moving at its fastest now. It will never feel like this again. The exhaustion, the schedules, the relentless tasks and questions. But you must find the time to listen to the small stuff if you want them to tell you the big stuff when they are older. The small stuff, to them, was always the big stuff.

9. Your instinct is key. Listen to your own gut. It’s connected by DNA, by billions of cells, to that little human. You have a special insight that science cannot even explain properly, yet. Take advice but your instinct wins. Period.

10. You’re going to be in pain. A lot. It’s going to hurt. When they hurt. When they are rejected. When they are detached from you and finally, when they ‘hate’ you. It is not your job to be popular, it is your job to be a parent and sometimes, that will rip you apart. Now that you are where I was back then, you will finally understand. Don’t worry, I don’t need to forgive you, I never did. And neither, my love, will you.

Motherhood/ parenting/ 10 things I want my children to know

Donna Ashworth ©️

Kobe, You Told Us life Was Short…

Kobe Bryant tribute/ gianna Bryant/ rest in peace Kobe

You told us to keep moving, to never look back, to make the most of every minute and to live your life the way you want to. You told us, most of all, to enjoy this life we have been blessed with.

You told us, that the only obstacle in our way is the belief that something is in our way.

You told us how to change that belief.

You taught us how to succeed.

You taught us how to want something so much that the struggles become part of the journey. Something to be enjoyed and not feared.

You told us that it’s better to be a legend than a hero. I never really understood that one until now. I get you.

Well you did it my friend.

You truly are a legend.

And your life was short.

And you lived every minute. 

You left us heartbroken but you left us with so much more than that too.

You gave us Mamba Mentality…a guide to overcoming the struggles of our own minds and our own insecurities.

You set up so many kids with a bright future, not just your own.

Your own kids you loved like every father should. Passionately, compassionately, all-consumingly.

I can’t begin to imagine what you went through in the moments before your death.

Knowing you, the ultimate warrior, couldn’t overcome what was happening. That you couldn’t save your own daughter.

It’s every parent’s worst fear, right?

The only glimmer of hope I can find is that you were together. She had you at the very end and she would have felt safe, loved, protected. Even in death. As she was in life. We could all see that, your bond was unmistakeable. 

And for those you left behind?

My heart breaks knowing that you couldn’t say goodbye or one last I love you.

But collective consciousness is real Kobe. It’s a powerful thing, you told us that too.

Right now, there is a world full of broken-hearted people sending your family love, strength and willing them to face the grief like you faced life.

We will love them like you did and watch over them forevermore.

Thank you Kobe, for being such an inspiration, such a powerhouse of a human being.

You told us to never rest in the middle, only at the end.

Well it’s time for you to rest.

Your work on earth is done and it will live on longer than you could ever have hoped.

You will be remembered.

You did what you came to do.

Rest In Peace with your beautiful Gianna’s hand in yours.

There will never be another like you.

Kobe Bryant/ gianna bryant

Donna Ashworth 2020