Team Window Vs Team Screen: Who Will Win This Epic Duel???

It’s amazing what you see when you look out if the window. It’s amazing what you miss when you’re staring at a screen. That’s why I’m keeping this post short. I’ll just tell you that I spotted one of these little fellas hiding in the reeds and it made my day!

Courtesy of Google.

Whose team are you on? Team Window  I or Team Screen? Aren’t these two unbelievably cute? Does anyone know what they are? Have a guess! Hope you enjoy this super quick post. Let the discussions commence….! ❤❤❤😁😁😁



A Reminder Of The Light

I poked my head around the door to our cabin today and saw my little sister’s face beaming back at me. She’d made this poster and stuck it to the wall above my bed. It’s a reminder to always be a light. Love you so much, Irys. I’ll do my best…

Beautiful, or what?



The Challenges (and joys!) Of Teaching

Maths yesterday! Yeah, fun. Especially when you’re the teacher. I really struggle with teaching, but it’s my dream and I won’t give up. Ever. My students are pretty good actually. Here they are teaching Dad some of the stuff they’ve learnt, and he’s probably forgotten!

What are your dreams for the future? Do you ever teach? Are you enjoying these posts about my life? It makes my day to hear from you all! 

Xxx ❤️❤️❤️

Life On The Canal: A New Chapter

Hello All, and welcome to a new blogging chapter for Gracie Chick!

As some of you may already know, I live a slightly unusual life. At the moment, my family and I are living onboard a pedal-powered canal boat, traveling the waterways of the United Kingdom. This post will give you a peek into what it’s like to live on the canal and also it might help you get to know me a bit better. Get ready for LOTS of photos!

Here goes:

Me with my home, the canal, in the background.

Our boat!

Reading in my bunk!


Swimming in a nice, clean bit.


A smelly part!

Watching the wildlife!

Eating my brother’s yummy Indian cooking.

Having fun!

Being a moody teenager.


I really enjoy crafting these little bugs made of wire.

My sister loves weaving, but is still learning.

Don’t worry, he was only drinking Sprite! 🙃😉

In Rugby, the home of the game.


Irys with Pepper, our Auntie’s dog.

Evan with Fudge, Nan’s dog.


Hope you enjoyed these! Which was your favourite?

Dwelling On The Darkness


Dear All,

Things have happened in this past week and they’ve made me realise a lot. I started this blog to be ‘a light in the darkness’ and I’ve become consumed by the very thing I’m fighting. I’ve been dwelling on the darkness, and that doesn’t make any difference to the world. Nothing is changed unless you’re positive and hopeful. Unless you actually take action. 

Blogging is a beautiful, beautiful thing with so much potential, but for me it’s turned into a part of the darkness. It’s taken over my life, meaning I haven’t been getting out there and actually living a life that makes me ‘a light’.

My Mum wrote this in my notepad:

“It’s the life you lead that makes you a light, not your awareness of the darkness”

She’s right.

I’m going to write more about my own life, things I’ve done and thought, things that I hope will inspire others. I believe that getting young people talking about things that matter is extremely important, but our world needs action too.

Signing off…..

Gracie ❤️❤️❤


The Perfectly Imperfect Tag (My Participation)


Hi Everyone! Today I’m participating in a beautiful tag that was created especially as a guest post for A Light In The Darkness, by the amazing Aqsa. She nominated me and I’m absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to take part. Thanks Aqsa. You’re. The. Best. EVER!


  1. Copy/paste the image of the tag in your post.
  2. Make sure to share a little blurb about the creator of the tag.
  3. Give a shout out to the person who nominated you.
  4. Talk about what your strengths are, and what you love about yourself. These can range from anything positive about you, or your future aspirations and goals.’
  5. Who/what are you inspired by, and how do you want to make a difference?
  6. What’s your advice to those that struggle to love themselves, and to those that doubt themselves?
  7. Lastly nominate as many bloggers as you would like (ranging from 1 to whichever amount you choose) and let them know that you nominated them.


Copy/paste the image of the tag in your post.

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Done ✓

Make sure to share a little blurb about the creator of the tag.

When I first started blogging, I struggled to find anyone else with a similar purpose to me. Then I stumbled upon Aqsa’s blog and everything changed. We both have a passion for writing and want to use it to make a difference in this world. She spreads sunshine, joy and hope everywhere she goes and we’ve become such great friends. I wish her all the best with this tag!

Give a shout out to the person who nominated you.

Thanks again, Aqsa!

Talk about what your strengths are, and what you love about yourself. These can range from anything positive about you, or your future aspirations and goals.’

I admire my own determination, the way I’m not afraid to stand up for what I believe in. I’m grateful for my gift with words, the way I can spin them and shape then and make them dance and shine on the page. I love the motivation I feel to change the world. I love the way I understand things that I read, the way my mind processes information and memorises it. People say I’m pretty smart, I think that’s because I like Shakespeare and science. 😉

I love that I’m not afraid to be myself, that I don’t conform to what society says I, a teenage girl, should be.

I want to be a teacher and start my own school in the future, even though teaching is definitely not my greatest strength. It’s my dream and I will make it happen.

Who/what are you inspired by, and how do you want to make a difference?

My greatest inspiration comes from my parents. It was always my Dad who encouraged me to be A Light In The Darkness. We’re always having philosophical discussions about the world and they’re not afraid of challenging me when I’m wrong. They always want the best for me, which is all I can ask for really. They’ve given me this amazing, alternative lifestyle that showers me with opportunities I’d never experience if we lived a ‘normal life’.

I’m inspired by the bloggers out here who are making a difference. It fills my heart with hope and joy every single time we have a conversation, make each other smile, read each others inspiring posts, support each other. I’m not alone and means the world to me.

The way I would like to make a difference is by, being human, using words as weapons, sacrificing everything to bring change and empowering my own generation to help me.

What’s your advice to those that struggle to love themselves, and to those that doubt themselves?

Anxiety and insecurity come as results of our corrupted modern day society. It is messed up and has no idea of wrong and right anymore. Remember, it is society that is wrong, not you. You are who you are. Don’t change it for a system that is completely and utterly wrong.

Lastly nominate as many bloggers as you would like (ranging from 1 to whichever amount you choose) and let them know that you nominated them.

Ah, this is hard because Aqsa and I have all the same friends and she’s nominated them all already! Anyway, here goes:

I nominate:

Adoma @ GirlFromGhana

Tiana @ TheBookRaven

Me @ TheGirlWithIronWings

Charis @ CharisRae

Saanvi @ ANotebookOnePenAndMe

Abigail @ TheUpsAndDowns

These girls were nominated by Aqsa, but you guys are some of my best blogger friends and I couldn’t leave you out! There are no words for how awesome you are and how much you mean to me. Thanks, your deserve this nomination! 

May @ ForeverAndEverly

Elsie LMC

Rayne @ FindTheBusStop

Did you enjoy this tag? Will you participate? What are your strengths? Your dreams for the future? Who inspires you? Please leave me a comment, I love hearing from you guys! 



The Perfectly Imperfect Tag ~ A Guest Post By Aqsa!

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Today I am honoured to host the creation of an inspiring new tag by my amazing blogging friend Aqsa . *fanfare* I asked her if she wanted to do a guest post and she came up with something as brilliant as this. Totally typical. Anyways, it is with great pleasure that I share with you The Perfectly Imperfect Tag! Here’s the link to it on Aqsa’s blog:

via The Perfectly Imperfect Tag: My Blogging Campaign/Featured Guest Post! – Aqsa Says What? — Aqsa Says What?

Expect my participation within the near future!

Wishing this tag the best of luck! Hope it spreads all around the blogosphere…..!

What Am I Reading? + The Elements Of A Novel (Just Me Dissecting One Of The Greatest And Most Famous Works Of Literature Ever)

At 994 pages long, this could just be one of the BIGGEST reading challenges I’ve ever taken on. Allow me to introduce ‘War and Peace’! Da da da!

Everything about this book draws me to it, the language, the setting, the characters, the fact that HARDLY ANYONE HAS READ IT! This is actually one of the main reasons I decided to read ‘War and Peace’, it’s intriguing because of the challenge it presents. It is also one of the most famous works of literature ever.

This novel is so amazing that I am dedicating a whole post to it! I’m going to cover different elements one by one. *carefully dissects War and Peace page by page* *takes forever* To kick off, let’s go with a brief overview:

Amidst a lavish party in St Petersburg attended by society’s finest, the prospect of war is on everyone’s lips. Soon the lives of Pierre, Prince Andrei and Natasha are changed forever as Napoleon’s armies invade and brutal conflict tears their world’s apart.

In this beguiling masterpiece, Leo Tolstoy (the author) entwines love, death and determinism with war and its effects on those swept up by the terror it brings. Following the rise and fall of some of Russia’s most influential families, this truthful and poignant epic is as relevant today as ever. 

Although it’s an old work, this novel encompasses some really modern ideas. Lets now move on to characters:

The characters in this are so well-created. There are the three main protagonists as well as endless others, but we’ll focus on Pierre, Prince Andrei and Natasha today. Note: I haven’t finished the book yet, so I can’t say I know these characters that well, but I’ll do my best.

Pierre: The favourite, but illegitimate son of a rich old count, Pierre is a newcomer in this world of scandal and small talk (AKA Russian high society). After recently returning from an education abroad, he still learning what is expected of him here. He often says the wrong thing at the wrong moment, much to the shock and distress of other, more experienced, members of society. His strong, keen opinions are not always appreciated, especially as he is quick to praise Napoleon (whom the aristocrats feel threatens their way of life) and speak on behalf of the people.

His Father has commanded him to choose the path he wants to take in life and he is still unable to decide when his Father falls I’ll and does, but not before appealing for Pierre to be deemed legitimate and heir to his colossal fortune. Suddenly Pierre is a Count and one of the wealthiest men in Russia. It seems his future is laid out before him, his choice suddenly snatched away.

Prince Andrei: Intelligent, well-respected, learned, eloquent and able to discuss his opinions, the Prince is everything Pierre wants to be. Yet Prince Andrei doesn’t fit in with high society, so when the war begins he joins the army, relieved to find a sense of purpose at last. He is a courageous soldier, but not everyone is happy that he’s there. His wife is expecting a child and is angry at him for leaving her to go off and fight. 

Natasha: Princess Natasha is thirteen when we meet her. She loves life and rejoices in everything, spreading cheer and laughter wherever she goes. She has parents who love her, a man who promises to marry her when she is sixteen, and is surrounded by people who adore her. Perhaps she hasn’t even contemplated her future….?

My personal favourite is Pierre, I love the way he is torn between the world he has experienced abroad and the world he has been born into. He is so inquisitive, so eager to ask questions that no one else wants to know the answers to.

Well, I’d better get back to reading! This may take me a while! *flips through pages enthusiastically*

What’s the biggest reading challenge you’ve ever taken on? Would you read War and Peace? Did you enjoy this post? How were my images? 

Note: I would like to give a quick shout-out to my good blogging friend May! She has just started her debut blogging project The Scribblers Challenge and it would be amazing if you all went and joined in! Thanks in advance from both of us!





As the title states, I think I’ve learnt my lesson. Never wear yellow in the summer, or this happens:



Most people would be hyperventilating screaming in that situation, but it doesn’t bother me. Like, at all. They were like little beetles with wings and were actually pretty cool. It makes me wonder how humans have become uncomfortable, even scared, around bugs? Where has this come from?

If people calmed down and thought about it rationally they’d realise that, although bugs may not be particularly ‘pleasant’, they’re not exactly disgusting or terrifying either. Are they?

These little fellas weren’t doing me any harm and it was actually quite funny to laugh at my mistake.

It’s crazy to think that there are people in this world who are absolutely horrified to even see a spider and then there are others who tuck into them like a snack. Sorry if this makes you feel queasy, it’s the truth though! The crazy, crazy truth.

This is the result of different cultures and societies. Are phobias of insects what comes with our ‘advanced modern society’?

What do you think? Apologies for the rant…!

I hope this sparks a discussion, please leave a comment with all your thoughts and opinions on this topic! I’d love to hear from you. 

‘Snapshot’ (A Guest-Poem)


The poem is a little special to me, you see, because, after years of writing, I wrote about how things are in my country, how reality has nothing to do but to lie there with glazed eyes, because everyone is waiting, and just waiting some more, for a change. It’s like walking through honey, and change is bitter and hard work; most people here simply curse it. The few who risk a try get trapped in this spider web of lethargy. Time stills. No one moves. Everything stays the same and hypocrisy prevails. 

These words are a perfect introduction to a stunning poem that I am about to share with you all. The author is Flaw Rainlight  Here is how she describes herself:

Hey there! I’m Flaw Rainlight and often write under the name of T. E. Pyrus. I live in the company of five wonderful cats and writing is a passion. I also learn and love classical dance and music. 

When I first tried my hand at writing, I was about six years old, exploring Dr. Seuss and R. L. Stevenson. That was probably soon after realized my love and awe of books, the way they preserve dreams and lives of people, real and imaginary, for decades and centuries. 

I remember thinking at one point, when I was bothered by the lack of fun things to read on a short vacation with my parents, that if I couldn’t find things to read, why couldn’t try writing them? 

And thus, my imagination, fueled first by boredom, and later by curiosity, passion and a desire to challenge myself further, spilled into little rhymes and incomplete stories. (I’m still mortified that my mother keeps a firm hold on those notebook pages of childish rambling.)

Eventually, encouraged and supported lovingly by friends, family and absolute strangers, I decided to bring my work out into this scary outside world. I began to explore spoken word and set up this blog as a medium to reach out to people like you, who care about writing, and write about caring. After all, thinkers and writers unfurl from the burning fire within to love the world and everything in it, and to witness its evolution that many simply walk past without another glance.

Wow. She certainly I’d talented. Here is her wonderfully deep and meaningful piece:
 Curiosity stares through tinted glasses
at railway tracks that glint darker in the sun;
the house crow that pecks on the ties in between
looks only slightly greyer than its shadow.
The diesel smoke and incense mist
lie faintly over red painted benches
that infrequently decorate the station platform.
Glass doored cabinets in miniature stalls
hold jars of hard candy, myriad pan filling
and sugared tamarind sweets to charm the mouth,
brightly coloured foil packets of biscuits and sweetened milk cake
lie sulking on the icebox, liberally filled
with ice cream and badam milk, mishti doi and lassi,
chilled soda in orange, brown, and green,
sealed bottles of water for people to please.
People and more people with stranger clothes and faces
scurry and stumble, then scramble and hurry
up the overbridge and down to platform number four
with sari and suitcase, toddler with a missing shoe.
Cartons of fresh iced fish to be sold a thousand miles away
settle comfortably on the floor of the parcel compartment,
painted blue, like all the thirty and one passenger coaches
tailing the rusty red engine that punctuates the chaos
with sleepy sighs and anxious whistles.
Footsteps and wheels run briskly here,
yet time runs ever slowly still
in rhythm with the ceaseless chant –
“cha~i coffee! co~ffee chai! cha~i coffee!…”