The start of a New Year is traditionally a time to reflect on the changes we want or need to make. I have been thinking about what a delightful surprise blogging and this website have been. It has provided me with a regular creative outlet, introduced me to people from around the world and brought intriguing and thought-provoking articles to my attention.
Continue reading A New Year’s Resolution
I already know that my title for this post will cause some controversy. But I draw your attention back to the opening paragraphs of my blog, and I quote:
Some of the words I have written here will hurt those who matter: and for that, I am sorry.
But I cannot lie about what I feel when I write for myself.
These words record a part of my self that I wish to remember. And so I continue to write: in the hope that in time, my words will bring me to that point where everything is forgiven.
The bold text is added here as I wish to draw your attention to the most pertinent points.
Continue reading Spastic … and sh!t
Ka u ki Matanuku
Ka u ki Matarangi
Ka u ki tenei whenua
He kai mau te ate o te tauhou.
I arrive where an unknown earth is under my feet,
I arrive where a new sky is above me,
I arrive at this land,
A resting-place for me.
O spirit of the earth! The stranger humbly offers his heart as food for thee.
– Māori traveller’s prayer
I love to travel: whether it be along a new bus route, or to a place where I am the darkest-skinned person within a hundred mile radius.
Continue reading gone fishin’
“But you, you’re not allowed.
an unfortunate slight”
– Alanis Morrisette: Uninvited
The pieces included in this section discuss issues around my current ill health.
I have been off work for the last three years with what has now been diagnosed as a “functional movement disorder”.
The journey to this point has been a long, painful and often frustrating one – particularly as my GP didn’t believe the symptoms I reported until I ended up on his office floor (That’ll teach him!).
Continue reading sick.note
“So you just do what you gotta do,
My wild sweet love.
Though it may mean that I’ll never kiss
those sweet lips again –
Pay that no mind.
Find that dappled dream of yours:
Come on back and see me when you can.”
– Nina Simone: Do What You Gotta Do
I write about all manner of subjects – whether good, bad or indifferent. For me, the process of writing is about working things out.
Continue reading theories and suspicions