“jag älskar hur du skrattar.” -beautiful bird weekend past, a viking in a pair of canary yellow converse kicks reminded me, “i love the way you laugh”. my darling swedish silver lining …
Category: the 30s project: creative recovery.
turning ambition into action. as i’ve learned from julia cameron, “art is part of the verb ‘to be’ … in being human we have the right to make art–to write.”;
poem mso.
night time skies beautiful blue eyes; dusk blown kisses individual misses; a scornful sparrow gone is yesterday’s tomorrow; light morning rain her forgotten name; tangled white sheets to empty grey streets; his unmade bed in her messed up head.
the naked (creative) mind.
for the past two years i have had the most amazing (platonic) relationship with a polish man. my therapist. there, i said it. i’ve been seeing a therapist. and i’m proud of it. i think it is important to talk about it as a means to break down some of the social stigma around mental health. the support is there…
a staccato burst: no hawking did not say this.
to be positive is to endure; to be negative is to accept defeat. -beautiful bird xx
i fear you.
i fear nothing; i fear not. yet i fear losing all i’ve got. the fear of failure, of ugly greed. the remorse of kindness, of guilty need. i fear pain; i fear sorrow. yet i fear not seeing tomorrow. the fear of being, of wasted life. the pain of knowing, of ailing strife. i fear…
broken branches.
this is where i’ll find you way up in a tree tangled tightly in life’s branches you’ll grow out of me. through the calm wind breeze i will catch your kisses while weeping softly in the leaves, stilled refuge in springtime blisses. this is where you’ll find me lying on nature’s floor having fallen out of…
the fictitious muse.
for my regular readers you will know that my life theme since moving hemispheres nearly three years ago has been ‘conflict and contradiction’. i’ve been traveling a road towards self fulfilment — not striving for perfection — attempting to align my values with my behaviour, filling my life with my favourite things … the things that are meaningful to me. if…
enquire within.
It is the endless pursuit of knowledge that captures a reader’s curiosity. Perhaps it exposes a writer’s vulnerability too. In other words, a reader’s journey is a writer’s quest; both are searching, exploring, and questioning some parallel unknown. Their respective travels are the making of a good story. Billy Dean, the fictitious narrator in John…
tassled hair.
the girl sat quietly in the corner playing with her hair the others danced around her nobody seemed to care. the boy perched himself on the sidelines patiently waiting for the ball the others played around him as if he was only two-feet tall. the girl’s hair now tightly braided the dancing continued on she…
static confusion. 