Beetled Off

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Hi!

Happy Tuesday, one and all!

Hubby had a dentist appointment to scoot to this morning, so he dropped me (and the kids) off at the school playground suuuuper early.  Youngest and I hugged Eldest and left him near his classroom door, then we sauntered off to the P1 entrance and twirled about a bit in the empty space (as one does).

Slightly dizzy (!), we went and stood near an untidy strip of grass that the children (mostly boys 😉 ) seem to gravitate towards before the bell rings.  We were treated to the sight of a black slug meandering through an area of dried mud between grass clumps, and soon became aware of a small shiny insect moving fast and seemingly on a collision course with the slug (hard to make out from my pic)

Youngest and I came up with some theories as to where each creature was going, and what they would be saying to each other; and we protected our small friends from any clumsy human who gambolled over and wondered what we were up to.  Youngest giggled with me, appreciating the silly voices I attributed to the slug and insect, and pitching in with his own versions.

We watched the insect hurry off, and the slug slide almost out of sight beneath a patch of weeds, before the bell rang.  It was oddly satisfying.

When I settled to think up a poem for today, my playground fun was obviously still on my mind 😉

 

A tiny beetle, bustling by

A slug encountered – so he cried

“Oh Mr Slug, I am so late!

Could you please quickly relocate?”

 

“What’s that you say?” asked Mr Slug

(His face in leaves that blocked his lugs)

 

“PLEASE MOVE!” said Beetle “on your way:

I have a lot to do today!”

 

Well! Beetle was then most perplexed

By Mr Slug’s slow progress!

                                             Next

That harried beetle huffed and sighed,

Tutted loudly, rolled his eyes…

“I see no shell upon your back

Must you go as slow as that?!

I have appointments I must keep –

Shopping to do before I sleep…!”

 

“Oh patience, Beetle! Can’t you see?                                       

Slugs are not made to move quickly!

I’m doing you a favour here –

Can you not run around my rear?!”

The Slug

 

Beetle did just that, but he

Still did not seem to be happy

“Look here Mr Slug: you might

Think next time to be more polite!

Us little fellows do deserve

To have our point of view observed!”

 

Mr Slug could not even see

The beetle, but he quite believed

That humans might be justified

In not liking insects to thrive…

“And who are you to lecture ME

On acts of common decency??

I don’t wish to discuss further

Such nonsense; besides – look – our murder

Could come at any time now… Gee!

School playgrounds fill up rapidly!

All those children…! 

                                  Running feet

Could spell our end – let me retreat!”

 

“Fine!!” said Beetle, off he scrammed

(Dodging the shoes of Ed and Sam)

The slug harrumphed (and later ate

A nice big leaf to compensate)

 

Our pair seemed less grumpy in real life, but I brandish a licence here, don’t I…? 😉

 

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Nude

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Hey there 🙂

Today I turned to The Writer’s Block by Jason Rekulak .  (Well, Hubby did, under my direction).  Hubby opened the book at a little piece about  experimenting with clothes to see if this helped with, or changed, the writing experience.  It talked about other writers and what they were comfortable writing in…

 

Victor Hugo

(It is said)

Wrote without

Wearing a thread;

But I sit near a window and

Find pencils sulk in chilly hands.

The Thinker

 

I am not one to rock up nude

To much, I must point out, and should

The notion take me unawares:

I’d get squeamish about my chairs…

 

So: sloppy jeggings, comfy sleeves

Are my firm favourites, cos they leave

Me one less thing to then think through

When there’s a dreich school run to do…

 

What are your clothes of choice for following your passion(s)?!

 

[Pic is from here]

 

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Soul Matters

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Hello!

As I sit here on my first full day of being without both my boys and my husband at home – it seems very surreal to be just looking out of the window, not having to watch my time too closely. Usually it would be less than half an hour before I go to pick up Youngest at nursery; I should then be walking home with him telling me all about his day, holding my hand and chatting to me about what he would like for lunch…

While part of me is sad about this, I am also really enjoying being able to plan my day with a little more time in there to play with 😉

I uploaded a voice recognition package to my laptop yesterday, and so now I feel like I have a secretary! I am most comfortable writing longhand and hate sitting looking back and forwards, trying to make sense of my own handwriting in order to translate it onto the screen – and wishing I could touch type. Much easier to just read my work out and let the computer do the typing, don’t you think?! Unfortunately it doesn’t always get all the words right…but it’s learning!

I wrote a line or two for today’s journal prompt about how much weight I attach to the idea of money being inherently evil.  I then brought my thoughts over to my notepad and came up with:

 

“A little coin

Your soul purloins”

They’d have us all believe

(So we don’t ask for,

Try to bask in,

Riches ill received)

Wall of one pound coins

 

Whereas it’s true

One can imbue

A fortune with dark sins;

Our good can grow

If we don’t throw

Our values to the winds.

 

A soul intent

To circumvent

Greed, hierarchy and folly

Can spread the wealth

And keep himself

Untainted, just and jolly.

 

We shall see what my writing time tomorrow produces! 

 

[Pic is from here ]

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

 

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Bully For Me

Mental Health, Other Poetry, Relationships 1 Comment »

Hello 🙂

Under this date, in Hannah Braime’s book, I was asked to journal about a cyclical pattern in my life that I wanted to change.  From that, came this:

 

I hear tick, tick, tick

As you pick, pick, pick –

All this freaking yarn

From your pet sheep farm –

And my entrails fall

In a colourful mess

For all to see

As resentment nests.

 

I get so tired

Leaden feet mired,

No rope in sight

(Though I’m wound so tight

That this last word might

Make my dark ignite…)

Talking sheep heads

 

Incandescent rage

Burning up the page…

                     Hidden ‘midst a book

      In some shady nook…

 

But: “I can’t sit still

Feeding off this swill

For one more day

While the rest make hay!”

 

So: I upped and ran

Built another sham

In a different place

(Much to my disgrace)

‘til I fell awake,

Pointed out the fake,

Summoned up the clear

To banish my fears.

 

So, if you hear me now

On this frequency:

We should forge ahead

Campaign ceaselessly

For our right to say

Our truth easily,

Sort out all our wrongs

And live peaceably.

 

[Pic is from here]

 

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

 

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Self Coloured

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Hello!

 

I accept

I’m inept

(And a genius)

 

I accept

That I’ve kept

Too much back.

 

I accept

That you’ve wept

And I’ve rejoiced.

 

I accept

Things are swept

Out of reach.

 Acceptance vs self improvement

I’ll improve:

Get my groove,

Turn this corner.

 

I’ll improve –

This interfluve

Will soon flood.

 

I’ll improve,

Worn smooth

By the waters.

 

I’ll improve:

Every move

Well thought-out.

 

The above came up when my journal prompt probed how I juggle self-acceptance and improvement.  It’s a mind bending question, because it is so tempting to see our flaws instead of crediting how far down the road we have come already, and honouring the journey appropriately. 

 

[Pic is from here]

 

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

 

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More Musings

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Hey there 🙂

My journaling threw up a poem that seems to be a continuation of this one, except today the speaker appears to be in conversation with her Muse after 18 months or so.

 

“So!” she sighs, with liquid eyes,

“I did as I was bidden:

I wrote (I choked) I sometimes float

These crafty waves I’ve ridden”

Mr Muse

 

“Ah yes,” he smiles, engaging wiles

She’d hoped he’d long forgotten;

“But you and I know that you hide

The parts most ripe and rotten!

I tasked you well, can you not tell

Epiphanies are bigger

When you are brave?  Oh please! Behave!

Creation is not rigour!”

 

Mr Muse is still impishly strident, isn’t he?!

 

[Pic is from here]

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

 

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Gifts Of The Past?

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Hi!

After a ponder about being kind to myself yesterday, I stayed up til 2am to devour the Kindle version of Turn Towards The Sun by Emma Davis WHOLE. (It’s the sequel to Letting In Light which I finished yesterday morning). I can’t remember the last time I let myself do that!! It made me feel amazing, I love a bit of chick lit now and then 😉

My journal prompt asked me to consider how my past equipped me for my present. This poem popped out:

 

Oppression,

Depression,

Obsession with impressions.

Train wreck

 

Deflation

Of elation

At thoughts ‘above my station’.

 

A vocation of creation

Seems to promise my salvation.

 

Ok then…! 

Moving swiftly on…

 

[Pic is from here]

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

 

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Count

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Hello 🙂

Today the kids (as has happened every day since we came back from West Cork) decided that they ‘only’ want to play sporty stuff in the garden with Daddy, not go somewhere further afield.  I am an optional extra to their plans, as Hubby is on annual leave.

I chose to stay in, and journaled around today’s question in Hannah Braime’s book, about how I could be kind to myself…

 

When I am old

Yes, today may not ‘count’:

The cups of tea I drank,

The songs I sang;

The smiles my husband gave while chasing balls

Swatted back to him by little hands.

Woman holding an hourglass

 

In futures hence, this solitude means naught:

The dust motes that I noted

Pages read;

The sunbeams that I savoured just through glass

Yesterday’s hair I still sported in bed.

 

A busy world undoes the fragile link

One has with breath and thought and calm and peace;

A tip towards the chasm/

Thirsty soul

Has me running for quiet release.

It is a pretzel twist I get into:  I had time to myself and was ‘still’ – but busy – and ultimately have now shared my solitude with the world.

So was Art the point here, or have I missed it?!

Was I being kind to myself letting the poetry come through me, or was I just dwelling on things as usual…?

😉

 

[Pic is from here]

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

 

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Present Expertise

Childhood, Mental Health, Other Poetry, Parenting, Relationships No Comments »

Hey there 🙂

I am still digesting all that I heard in the audiobook The Conscious Parent by Dr. Shefali Tsabary, which I finished two days ago – and I am already mainlining her second book The Awakened Family on Audible!  

She talks about children being masters of living in the present moment, and how this is an absolute GIFT to their parents (if only we saw it as such).  It is scary when I view my kids through her eyes…but it can only make me a better mother and person, right?! 

 

I watch you revelling in your inner world

And wonder how mine splintered off so far;

The beauty that you witness all around

The doors leading off that you see ajar…

Youngest, Legoing Eldest leading me higher

Forgive me for my fearfulness and pain

In not reaching yet who I need to be,

Thank you for all the ways you display grace

And guide me home, through storm clouds, towards me.

 

 

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Perspective

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Hi 🙂

I have swapped the poem that I wrote today for this one that was written after the passing of Stephen Hawking in March of this year.

I have decided to use today’s poem elsewhere 😉

 

The sound of space

Seems familiar to me:

The tuneless roar

Whilst spinning in blackness –

Finally revelling

In the blue beauty of Earth

 Astronaut floating near Earth

I hope that one bound by paralysis

Again found joy

In that sight.

 

Unshackled, weightless,

Tipping off his axis;

Finally gaining answers

He’d yet to uncover.

 

[Pic is from here]

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