I’m stunned. I’ve been stunned for weeks. I hadn’t kept track of time (as one doesn’t, when life is ticking on okay and there’s no need to count the days or weeks any more) and it was an out-of-the-blue message from Kristi at Thankful Me, which alerted me to the shocking news that the Ten…
Worrying, for some (especially over-thinkers like me), has the potential to become a full-time occupation. The brain chunters away below the surface of whatever else is going on in life, taking in the view, and coming up with the worst possible situation at any given moment.
How many introverts does it take to satisfy an extrovert? I suspect the answer is the same as to that riddle about angels dancing on the tip of a pin – as many as can see the point! We get a reputation for being somewhere on the hungry side of insatiable when it comes to…
There are moments in life, which I imagine to be a bit like getting struck by lightning (only less painful, and without all the damage from burns and whatnot (maybe this is a terrible metaphor, but stick with me.))
If approximately 70% of the adult human body is water, then I wonder how much is required to lubricate the imagination? I wonder how much liquid is necessary to allow neurons to glide into unexpected constellations, sparking new thoughts, like particles colliding in a nebula, creating chain reactions and eventually, stars.
“I’ll be home in five.” It’s the kind of thing we like to say; to know in a very short time we’ll be back in a place of belonging, of safety, of the normal everyday where-we-BE. Lucky us, to have that. Lucky us, not to be sheltering from warfare, or schlepped across countries against our…
You can’t wish a beggar a happy birthday and then do nothing for him. I doubt it’s a rule, morally speaking, but maybe it should be unless he’s clearly already in the middle of a good time. If he’s sat where he always is, wrapped in blankets against the cold, and tells you it’s his…
Something occurred to me the other day, whilst walking*: I’m not un-fall-in-love-able-with. Or un-fall-in-love-with-able. Either will do. The point is, I’m not. Probably. Here’s the thing…
I am ducking my responsibility Before it comes To telling my grandchildren (For I shall have none) That I am the one who did these things;
I was asked the other day if I was still in love with You. The conversation to that point had washed up gently on various shores, and the ebb and flow of communication was peaceful. My friend and I had drifted sleepily through the conversation, languishing in its peaks and troughs as time went by.…
I think I know why people leave self-reflection for the week before the new year. Not the small self-reflections, you understand – not the “Oh, I should have thought of writing that on my list and now I have to go out again” kind, or the “Why didn’t I learn this last time I did it?” kind…
All good ‘Finish the Sentence Friday’ posts tend to start with, well…a sentence you have to finish. Except in this case I can’t, which is an indictment of my skill as a writer, or a comment on my experience. I rather think it’s the latter. The sentence to consider boiled down to ‘The Blogosphere is…
“I can think of younger days when living my life Was everything a man could want to do. I could never see tomorrow; I was never told about the sorrow..” So much of my life has been wasted on sorrow and heartache. Sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? Almost glamourous – as though I were in a movie,…
Whatever else you might say about it, fear is a powerful motivator. Shame – that combination of guilt, humiliation, and fear – so easy to internalise and apply in a plethora of situations, is something which can effect stunning behavioural changes in otherwise (perhaps) quite rational human beings. It has a terrible habit of sneaking…
“Write what you know.” That’s what they say – the anonymous ‘They’ so often quoted when the speaker is trying to weight their opinion – as though knowing something enables you to write about it; as though through knowing, your writing would make sense. I could write what I know. I could tell you so…
