Earlier in 2018, I took part in the “Artists Way”; I meet up with like-minded creatives once a week to check in on our journey through Julia Cameron’s book “The Artist’s Way: A spiritual path to higher creativity!”. The morning pages are an important part of the process which I now enjoy as part of my morning routine. Reviewing my blog posts recently I’ve had the opportunity to begin looking back at my blogging journey to date. Over the next couple of weeks, I will be revisiting/reblogging a few of my old posts.
Free writing: take 20 minutes to just write.
I’ve been on a journey my favourite type – visiting family. Some things appear to stay the same but step a little closer; things are different. But that’s the nature of progress, of life? Nothing stays the same at the very least things get older, they wear out, fall out of fashion, are no longer suitable for the purpose at hand. So we prepare to think ahead try to outwit life. The unexpected always happens though. Something to throw you off course permanently or just temporarily.
The results positive or negative depending on your point of view at the time. Enjoy the way life introduces a detour and its then up to you to decide how far or how long the detour could take. I like travelling by train, the Glasgow to London journey feels like just the right amount of…
Following a recent trip to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park a review of some of my photographs prompted questions of scale amongst friends, interest in a park most were unfamilar with, and plans for a return visit for myself. As you can imagine I took many pictures and have limited myself here to just two of the sculptures (Network By Thomas J Price and Caldera by Tony Cragg) I really enjoyed viewing.
This is my entry for this weeks Daily Post Weekly Photo challenge: Scale.
O that abstract garden of being
Tells me to be brave, and clear,
In the fire of living,
And in the journey through the year.
So I will grow me like an oak tree
And make life’s honey like a bee.
Each day I will walk an interesting mile
And with the sun I’ll share a smile.
I will play again like a child,
And celebrate what’s wild.
I will swim in every sea or river,
And reflect the light of the sublime giver.
I will be at ease with opposition,
And will cultivate intuition.
I will walk the surprising streets,
And dance to life’s unexpected beats.
I will notice all the phases of the moon
And try not to act too late or too soon.
I will write something new every day
And look at paintings in an alternative way.
I’ll not dream the same way twice;
But I’ll not be shy to repeat what’s nice.
I’ll have the courage, when needed, to change;
And I won’t forget that life is strange.
And so I’ll learn to love the simple things
As well as the complexity that life brings.
Good or bad I’ll learn to treat the same
And I’ll not forget that it’s all a mysterious game.
I’ll not let that general fear of death run my life
And I’ll make magic even out of strife.
Into the higher realms I will enter
And make my corner the centre.
O that abstract garden, make me clear,
Make me brave, without fear.
I intend to love this rich new year
I read alot of her books as a teenager, and was very sad to hear that she had passed away at the end of January 2017. This year I plan to read her books again. This post gives a great insight into the author and her work.
I was in SS2 when I first read Buchi Emecheta’s The Joys of Motherhood. Like most of my classmates, I was only concerned about doing well in the Literature tests and exams. All that talk about Nnu Ego and motherhood meant very little to me and so I didn’t understand most of what I was reading. Or maybe I understood but the weight of the subject matter hadn’t dawned on me yet. Many years later, it has become impossible for me to ignore the burden and pain that women go through every day – now when I read The Joys of Motherhood, it is enough to weigh me down. Emecheta did not pluck Nnu Ego’s story of suffering, sorrow and eventual loneliness out of thin air; it is a complex and authentic illustration of what many mothers in Nigeria and Africa go through every day.