Moodboard Monday: Black ‘n White

It’s #moodboardmonday again.

I was going to do blue today but decided on monochrome given that the past week has been one with much food for thought. *Note – I am not giving my personal views on any of the subjects; I am merely hoping to oil the wheels of respectful discussion*.

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Gracious Old Soul

I have a few photos on my fridge; Happy Memories – Carmen & Ewan’s wedding invitation, Mary and Martin’s too. Sandra in her bikini on the one day years ago in December that I ventured out to the waterpark with her (and learning that I’m not as young as I thought I was!), Jack and I when I still had my braces (at 28!), an outing to a local wildlife ranch ages ago with The Bean and Aunty Carol one Mother’s Day (when The Toppie was still working); Lesley was with us that day, having lost her mother shortly before, so there is a photo of the two of us too, and another photo of Charlie and I, taken last year at the same place.  There are photos too of Aunty Carol, Uncle Barry, The Toppie, The Bean and I taken while we waited to board a passenger liner for a holiday, one of Elizabeth and her two sisters taken at Lesley’s wedding (which was on my 33rd birthday), Emma, Nathan and I at his 40th, and one of my precious little Mouse (which is the nickname I have given to my beautiful godchild, Lily-Rose).

Now, I see these photos every day, but honestly, I don’t notice them anymore. Except this morning I did, and my Mouse’s smiling face transported me back to the day she was christened, December 10th, 2017 – and the message the minister gave that day:  What’s in a Name?  Your Name…

I’ve thought a while about putting my real name here, and for the sake of this entry being authentic, I’ve decided to do so.

Hello World, my name is Priscilla Anne.  If The Bean had had her way I would have been Avril.

I never liked my name, until I realized that its meaning is spot on – Priscilla means “Of Olden Times” and Anne means “Grace”.  Avril means “Opening buds of Spring; born in April”.  The Bean sent my biological father (aka The Sperm Donor) to register me, and he came back telling her, “her name’s Priscilla Anne”.  For the record I was born in September, on the Equinox, so Avril clearly was never meant to be, although I doubt The Sperm Donor had the savvy to research any name meanings.   Avril though to me is worse, because in my warped mind I hear a tinny-airport-announcer-intercom-voice saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare our descent.  Thank you for flying Avril airlines.

When I decided to start this blog years ago, Reflections of a Misfit just popped into my head and it stuck.  I still have difficulty sometimes accepting that people see me differently (and I mean that in the most positive sense) than I do when I see my reflection in the mirror.  I’m the piece of the puzzle that doesn’t quite fit, quite literally a Misfit, but my given names are perfectly suited to the person I am – I am an Old Soul, who has Grace with everyone, often at the expense of myself (but I’m working on that as part of my therapy).

Thinking back to Lily-Rose’s christening, the reading was Isaiah 43:1.


The minister explained that each of us have a name (some of us even the same one), but that our given names have meaning and speak to who we are, and that God knew what our names would be, long before our parents even knew of our existence, referring to Jeremiah 1:5.


Today when I looked at how happy little Mouse is in the photo on my fridge, it stirred something within me, and that is that this Gracious Old Soul is loved and cared for, not only by the earthly angels that I am surrounded by, but by God too.

There’s comfort in that 🙂




Perfect Love Doesn’t Cause Fear…

How many times haven’t you said, “I won’t ever get involved again, because I’m scared of getting hurt.”? I have, more times than I can count. My heart was shattered the year I turned 21, when Peter, the man I absolutely adored told me that he didn’t love me anymore and that I should go back to my parents. I honestly thought that my life had ended, but a mere three months after our break-up, I met Jay though work. We dated for a year and then I ended it – we wanted different things out of life. I know I hurt him, but in retrospect, I think he knew that at the time I wanted different things out of life. He’s married now, living on Mud Island with his wife and children, and from what I can gather, he is happy. Quite some time after that I met Samuel, whom I was extremely attracted to, but he was involved… that didn’t stop me though – in fact, it simply spurred me on to prove that I could have him. Imagine my horror when he cheated on me with the girl I’d stolen him from. Three years later, he’d convinced me that he’d cleaned up his act and wanted desperately to try again. I forgave him, and a mere three months after that, he broke up with me – on FB! I’ve heard of friends of mine getting divorced and people I know having affairs. So I’m sure you can see my aversion to relationships, for the simple fear of getting hurt again.

A friend of mine added me to a FB group in which the women of the group motivate others – most of the motivations are Bible based, and obviously because it’s the month of love, the underlying current has been love in various forms, and particularly God’s love for us. This was posted in the group – and it really hit home.

I know that when I find the love that’s meant for me, I won’t be scared…

I hope this blesses you as much as it did me.