On this day, this ordinary Thursday, I find myself stuck for inspiration. My head tells me to write about gripes and grudges – and all the grizzly gunge that grieves me, but I feel that such things, in the era of the mindful, would likely be minded, by those who mind a lot about theContinue reading “Thursday Thoughts”
Category Archives: Beyond My Myddle
Mountains of Moments
Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past. MomentaryContinue reading “Mountains of Moments”
Attentive Attentiveness
A memoir from my schooldays …. Whilst I look at you, paying attention, you think, really I am elsewhere, paying attention, and I don’t think. I don’t think of the knowledge you think you are sharing with me, but I do think, and with thinking, I pay attention to the fact that my kneesContinue reading “Attentive Attentiveness”
Just Time
Just time. Just time in which to write. To write about having six minutes left. Six minutes left to write about something before midnight. Midnight or midlife, for me, the day is still young enough to take more of what I have to give to it – more of my thoughts about what itContinue reading “Just Time”
From Where I’m Looking
Image by satynek from Pixabay From here, the way I see it, is that the rest of the world has got itself all fluffed up over nothing. Where’s the pleasure in climbing high, at always looking out for more money for tomorrow? Why not enjoy the day? Today, you have friends. Tomorrow, in theContinue reading “From Where I’m Looking”
Second Happiest
If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first? And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place. What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,Continue reading “Second Happiest”
Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets
Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post. ‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like. ‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’ Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like. Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor. My hands become awareContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets”
In the Fullness of My Mind
My mind being full, I am no less than its whole, and no more than that, there being no scope for overflow, no gutters, pipes or drains to wash away the fullness of me. There are, of course, fools with less, who will fear, always, the completeness of the fullness of the minds of theContinue reading “In the Fullness of My Mind”
Feet Filling
Sound squealing into his head, drowning out all sense of self and beingness; he lies on his back, sticks his feet up and into the sound, into the squeal, seeking to fill up some of the space of sound with the bones and flesh of toes, soles, tendons and heels, that may, or may notContinue reading “Feet Filling”
Not Nothing
We bat away the fog and walk through onslaughts pulling out the arrows and battling on, knowing that to stand by and to say nothing, in the knowledge of the wrongs committed by those who know everything, but see nothing, would be wrong, even thoughContinue reading “Not Nothing”
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