A little over a year on, and it still feels like it’s just beginning to hit home.

The phone doesn’t ring anymore, the messages aren’t coming and the random food turning up just doesn’t occur.

Mum’s name, synonymous with Spring, symbolises her triumph over all her struggles, all her fears, and all her weaknesses.

She defied all the odds, and blossomed into an amazing superhuman.

Mum’s nature was so multifaceted, trying to manage each relationship without the baggage of generational expectation, bringing up into being, a persona that became so equipped to deal with so many different personalities.

Her last few weeks became nuggets of gold deliver by the trove.

One of which was a phrase “I care and I don’t care”. Sang and I were talking about a personality clash and mum just said, look I do care, but at the same time I just don’t want the over caring to paralyse forward momentum.

She became frustrated at personality management in the face of progress that she just had reached her limit.

It’s not that she couldn’t give a shit, it’s that she’d give so much leeway that it became a game of just being stuck.

And that was too much.

Spring brings about a new beginning, a fresh start, a way to look to the beauty of the ever growing daylight.

The same soil, year after year, gives the same crocus’s and daffodils, but each year they come back stronger and more colourful – because someone went around and added nutrition to the ground.

Mum would want the fruition to grow, adding more energy into the mix each time, doing the same wasn’t an option, each time to be better, to come back stronger, to improve and excel beyond our own limitation.

As spring approaches, mum, keep us energised. ❤️❤️

RAZORS RAZORS EVERYWHERE!!

Ive been shaving since I was about 13 years old, and I’ve used my fair share of blades.  Disposable, ones with 2 blades, 3 blades, 5 blades – all of them with the ability to serve a crappy shave, and charge me for the privilege.

It was whilst considering my plastic foot print that I realised I go through about 2 blades a week, and dispose of these un-recyclable blades straight into the trash.

This equates to over 100 blades a year… none of which could be recycled.  Over the lifetime so far, I have used over 2500 blades and razors which can’t be broken down into parts for recycling easily.

I remember as a child watching my granddad use a wonderful razor blade, a shaving brush and a shaving soap, and never ever using a disposable blade.  So I decided to take the plunge and purchase my first safety razor blade handle and blades.

This has to have been the most daunting purchase of my life.  I was about to move away from using multi blade, disposable blades, to a new, single blade heavy weight razor which I would have to put together by myself each time I needed a new blade..

So here are my findings, and what I think all men (and women) need to do in order to break free of the gimmick of disposable blades.