Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
There’s are days when getting up and dressed seem a major achievement. I found clothes! I put them on and don’t look utterly stupid! But then I feel stupid for congratulating myself over such a tiny thing. How can I be proud of myself, an… Continue Reading “Saturday Blues”
Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my… Continue Reading “June 9th, Britain “
My article this month on Pagan Pages comes from an older blog I did about trying to meditate, when your mind and body are wracked with anxiety. Chronic in my case, but reactive can be just as destructive. Read the full blog here. I… Continue Reading “Anxiety Vs Meditation”
Where I dwell Is forest, lake and moss Is grass and mud And paths well tracked Renewed with rain Yet strain and pain Are the stained glass In the window My face is pressed against. When I dwell On past and present Voices raised… Continue Reading “Dwell”
I’m sat in the doctor’s waiting room about to unveil a tale of woe for my long suffering GP. I’m coughing my guts up, but that’s not even on my list; a list I have to bring or my mushy brain will inevitably cause… Continue Reading “Midwinter Madness “
I’m getting back into meditation this month. I’m fortunate enough to be involved with groups of spiritually minded people who are far more organised than I and can arrange structured workings. Without this kick in the bum I struggle to grant myself the time… Continue Reading “Meditation vs Anxiety”
No, I don’t mean a vice like smoking, or drinking, although I do succumb to those from time to time. Today’s depression is like an actual vice, the kind you had in wood work class, and my brain is the substitute for the two-by-four.… Continue Reading “Vice: Depression”
I find writing a wonderful coping mechanism. If in doubt, write it out! Poems, songs, even random ramblings all help me put my thoughts into some kind of order; left to their own devices, they squabble and have no pecking order, but on the… Continue Reading “Writing Therapy”