Microtransactions

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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.

 

Soteira

Hecate's_Wheel

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

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.

Snowflakes

I’m just in awe at how perfect these snowflakes are.

Lick the Sky

Resharing for Imbolc. Brigid’s blessings!

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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.

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Kin

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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Happy new year to all our readers!

Death of a Christmas Tree

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.

Happiness

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!