Don’t Damn Me!It would appear, completely randomly, that I’ve been getting back in touch with my love of music lately.
The reason is mainly to do with my dipping a toe in the mirky waters of newfound sounds. And actually liking what I found, against all odds.
First - And probably most shocking of all - I decided to give the new Metallica album a spin. Death Magnetic. Read More »
Jane Cummings sat still in the Lotus position in the middle of her sparsely furnished living room, her mind focused on nothing, her body in a state of relaxation.
It had taken her the guts of nine months to clear her mind to this extent, the journey hadn’t been easy.
Ten months ago, on a warm May evening, she had walked with her daughter along their regular and somewhat scenic route. Mostly fields, with a stream snaking through them offering the wildlife a drinking place if they should need one.
It was on this walk when Jane’s life was to be changed forever. The local newspaper had termed it a “Tragic Accident”, the following morning, while also being clear that the blame lay in the lap of an unnamed “Drink Driver”. Read More »
As i’ve started to write again, and think about things that are going on around me, as well as looking for subjects and personal experiences to write about, i’ve realised something that was quite unexpected.
The one big motto of most writers seems to be, universally, “Write about the things you know.” Obviously the more interesting, unique and/or experience filled lives that people lead, the more they have to write about.
I never really see myself as grown up, or experienced or having led a fulfilling life. Part of the reason for that is because of my ex, who certainly liked to portray an image of me that was immature, wasn’t experienced enough in life to understand some of how it worked (A nice little psychological trick to justify wrongs and make it sound like the normal way of life). Read More »
As the title asks, Who Am I?
I’m tempted to use the easy answer on this one. I could even satisfy myself with it, because as i think it, it’s the only answer that makes sense to me. I don’t know. I just don’t know who i am.
That wouldn’t make for much of a post though, and deep down, i know it’s not the real answer either. I know that the real me still exists, somewhere, hidden among the scaffolding i had to build up to keep things from falling apart. Hidden among the excuses i used to make everything OK. Hidden among the Me i created to survive and exist in the harsh, cruel world i perceived around me. Read More »
I decided to push myself a little extra today and without giving myself time to think, i grabbed my MP3 player and headed out into the world, for a second walk of the day.
The walk was nothing special in and of itself, the same as the first of the day, around 35 minutes of brisk walking, designed to burn off fat and improve my general fitness level, including blood pressure, cholesterol and pulse, etc.
But, less than half way through the walk, i happened across the sight of a dead squirrel. At first i didn’t know what animal it was, i figured a squirrel because of where it was, on the road, across from a green, with trees, then i thought it looked a bit more like a rat, but upon closer inspection and rubber necking, i realised it was in fact a squirrel. Read More »
both brothers have bought new outfits, and they’re trying them on
there’s all sorts of clothes hung everywhere, in the bathroom and in my bedroom
we’re all normal age, which is weird, when i’m dreaming usually my brothers are young again
I had to make my way through a long series of rooms, corridors and lifts, in what seems to be a hospital/college.
people in the class have started disappearing, not sure why or how
weird goings on Read More »
mum wanted me to help her do the garden, i didn’t want to do it
we’re sat in the living room
there’s some kind of holiday planned
and doing the garden is part of preparing for everyone to go away, maybe making the house look nice before we all go away
i think i was going away too, but on my own holiday, not with everyone else
Mum tells me she’s leaving me money, it was a bit random Read More »