
I’ve been doing some work for a company that splits all its jobs into microtransactions. It’s a new way of working for me. You don’t focus on what went before, or what comes after; you just literally focus on the job that is in front of you, and have at it.
I’ve decided that this is how I need to live my life.
I’ve spent too long berating myself for failing. I didn’t get that finished. I started this but didn’t get time to complete it. I wrote 2000 words today, but I wish I’d written 5000. If only I hadn’t fallen asleep with exhaustion from being up all night with the baby, I could have finished that chapter. All of these statements are true, but they are also useless. What good is telling myself how crap I am? Especially when most of these ‘failures’ are somewhat outside my control?
Sadly, I’m a rather depressed person, and it’s unlikely I’m ever going to stop telling myself stupid things like this, unless I get a totally new perspective on how I work.
Microtransactions.
I’m going to start looking at everything I do as just tiny slices of whole jobs. If I only write 200 words because the baby wanted a mega feed and then the larger boy needed some help with his homework, well, that’s a tiny slice of that writing job that no longer needs to be done. Even if it’s 1%, that’s 1% complete. Brava! Also, I fed the baby and kept her alive and happy, and nurtured a small boy. Yay me! Tiny actions that contribute towards a larger whole and larger goal.
Everything I do will, from this point forward, be seen as an achievement, not a failure, as it will be tiny steps working their way towards something. Because I’ll be focusing on each tiny step, rather than the hazy, distant destination, hopefully, I can enjoy the journey a little more as well.
Artwork by Nathan, kind of how my mind feels right now.

Mirror to my soul
Your twin lights guide me
When I can’t decide
Which path is right
Cosmic world soul
Heart of the universe
Voice of the Heavens
The Earth and the Sea.
The thought and the word
The void and the atom
The step and the leap
The tears and the joy.
The spark of the seeker inside my soul;
The spark of the seeker inside.
The web of the stars
Tiny lights in the dark
Pulling me onwards
Giving me hope
Compassion and kindness
Courage and strength
Mind, heart and mouth
Reaching in; reaching out
Touching lives, touching mine
Guiding hearts, guiding minds
You are the hand that reaches
You are the voice that teaches
The spark of the seeker inside my soul;
The spark of the seeker inside.
For Hekate as the Cosmic World Soul, February 2018 – a CoH devotional project- www.hekatecovenant.com . Image credit: Hecate’s Wheel by Nyo via Wikimedia Commons, copyright 2007.
This piece is to be set to music, and will be posted here once complete.

In her little house with the sun streaming
Fire not water through the gauze window
Eyes squint with smiling and sunshine alike;
Beautiful brain from bright face is beaming.
Walls are angles; calculus; algebra;
Floor to roof trajectory formula
Figuring out the right arm curvature
From mouth to ceiling is only so far.
Brow furrowed, hand borrowed; just pull this close
She needs help and she needs letting alone
Working it all out, nudges here and there
Ladybird, book, bee, bird; fingers, toes, nose.
In her little house with the sun glowing
In eyes that dart from flowers to faces
Baby is still, but still going places
Learning, laughing, being, knowing; growing.

I’m just in awe at how perfect these snowflakes are.
Resharing for Imbolc. Brigid’s blessings!
It’s Imbolc
And I want to
Lick the sky
Those fiery stripes
Must surely be
As sweet as sunrise ice.
The blackbird nods
Tail bouncing on the wall
Of a run down council house.
The Honda Prelude that
Cuts me up
Is a square assed snap chat
Of the past
And the wind turbine
Crazy in the cruel bite
Of winter’s last stand
Is a bright spark of
Future hope.
It’s Imbolc
And I want to
Grasp the earth
Bulbs tickling my cheek
With first new shoots
Reach out with great
Goddess hands
Surround the sky
And lick.
Ginger hair in duplicate
One by choice
One by genes
In jeans of blue
And eyes the same
Cool pools of dew
That cry ‘I love you’.
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Epiphany!
But there was no
Kind revelation
Or transformation
No visiting magi
Blessed this bunch
Of tattered twigs
And glitter.
Barely litter;
Sitting partway
On the verge
Of grass
And desperation.
Christmas over
Someone angry?
Resenting loss
Of festive cheer?
Or beer
Fuelled madness
Take the tree out for a ride mate
Toss it out the window!
Who can say.
I would have treasured
It’s glitzy branches
Cheap and cheerful
Both positives
To me.
But now mud spattered
Battered
I say again, tattered
Here lies Christmas
Rest in pieces.
I was looking for a specific piece of work from 2012 when I came across this. I’m not sure what was happening the day I wrote this but clearly I was in a good mood! My description of how happiness exists within us and how it feels.
https://soundsoftime.wordpress.com/2012/09/21/happiness/
Enjoy!