Monday, 24 August 2015

Broken…










Broken…

My life walks on broken glass

Each step cutting away that, which cannot last.

The land stained with yesterday’s dreams, yet love lingers…

A memory, a ghost I cannot touch

Voices I cannot remember, yet love lingers…


Could I walk my life backwards?

What would I change when spoken words remain the same?

The world will not move to save my soul

My footsteps will remain the same, yet love lingers…

Calling me to speak again.


Anita Dawes 2015

 

Friday, 21 August 2015

Ten Things I love Most in the World...







Mother Nature has been the number one love in my life for longer than I care to remember. My idea of heaven would be to live in a forest with a river nearby.

The way I feel about horses, goes way beyond love. Sometimes I think I must have been a horse in a former life, from the strong and powerful connection I have with them.

I have always been a bit of a freak for thunderstorms. The noise, barely contained power and the majesty of the lightning speaks to me in ways I cannot describe.

Whenever I have spare time, and even when I don’t, I have to track down a puzzle. It can be a jigsaw, a computer game, or a simple game of solitaire. My idea of heaven.

Something about the smell of the sea communicates directly with my soul, and I think I could easily live on a beach. They say that salt water is a good healer, so how much more could sea water do?

The art of bonsai has always fascinated me, and over the years, I have collected some of my own. Like having children, they need so much care and attention, but give back so much more to their carer.

My love of writing has grown out of my love for reading, and my appreciation of all my favourite authors. On the good days when I don’t doubt my abilities, it is the best thing in the world.

Most people hate the rain, but I love it. Getting soaked to the skin is an amazing experience, and if there is thunder and lightning too, so much the better!

Making people laugh has to be one of the most rewarding things you can do. I love to know I have lifted someone’s spirits just enough to make them laugh.

I never thought I would enjoy blogging as much as I do, when I first started two years ago. In the beginning, I was hopeless, didn’t have a clue and knew no one. So much has changed since then…

Ten Things I Hate Most in this World

Cruelty of any kind comes top of this list, for there is far too much of it in this world. It is just as easy to be kind.

Rudeness comes a close second, as I cannot understand the need for it. It closes too many doors that eventually will refuse to open again.

Arguments. Every time I get involved in one, I want to crawl away and die. Life is much too short to argue.

Hangnails are my least favourite thing, and I get some shockers. No matter how careful you are, your fingers get sore.

I hate the cold. As I get older, it’s becoming a real problem. Sometimes, even on a mild day, I have trouble keeping warm.

Things that go wrong. I’m a bit of a perfectionist and try very hard to get things right, but sometimes it just doesn’t happen, no matter what I do.

Computers. These should be on the top of this list, as they tend to drive me insane. They are illogical and unreasonable, but we know we cannot do without them.

Feeling helpless. Closely linked with number seven, this is what PC’s do to me. Nothing else on this planet can get me as mad as a computer.

Injustice. I hate all forms of injustice, acerbated by the certain knowledge there is nothing you can do about most of it.

Weakness. Mainly my own. So many things I wish I didn’t need to do, like the biscuits I cannot leave alone. How anyone can be so strong with everything else, but such a wimp when it comes to food is a mystery...

Would anyone like to share their likes and dislikes on our post?


Monday, 10 August 2015

Second Chances...





 or, How to make the Right Decisions?

forget-me-nots, what else?

My brain must be like Emmental cheese these days, soft, spongy and full of holes, and I am getting really fed up with trying to decide what to do, or even knowing if my final decision is the right one. As they say, if I had half a brain, I would be dangerous!
I can't decide (or remember) if I have always been like this, or if this state of affairs is yet another symptom of my advancing years.

Time is becoming problematic, far too much of it is spent second-guessing. Wouldn't life be more efficient if all deliberation could be removed? Easier to pick a winkle out of its shell with a pin, I hear you say. But I am heartily sick of wondering which item to buy, which programme to watch, whether to cut my hair, the list is endless.

Added to my inability to choose anything, is the sure and certain knowledge that whichever one I pick, it will be the wrong one. Always is. I never get anything right on the first try.

Could life be more like plotting a book?

I know many writers don’t believe in plotting. They believe their characters will do most of the hard work for them, and I have experienced this first hand too. But other writers firmly believe in careful plotting, even a story board.
All my life, I have been a ‘winger’, hurtling from one idea to the next. Sometimes getting it right, but more often not. Advancing age has changed all that. I no longer have the time for hit and miss. Decisions I make now, have to be right, although how this will happen, remains to be seen.

Now, I am still virtually new to this writing business, and with the idea of getting it right first time (could be a novelty in itself!) I tried plotting. With a lot of practice, I’m getting better. So much so, that the sequel to my first book has been thoroughly plotted, storyboard and everything. But this is not something you could really do with your life. Too many decisions, and so many ways of dealing with them.
In addition, other people tend to make your life awkward, sometimes it seems, just to be bloody minded.

Could it be as simple as throwing a dice?

Then I remembered something. (It does still happen sometimes!) I once read about a man who always made every decision with the turn of a dice, and apparently, his life was glorious. Maybe it was worth a try, as my way was getting me nowhere.
On second thoughts, that sounds worse than ‘winging it’.
But if I were younger…

They say there are 'two sides to every story' and 'everything happens for a reason', but what if neither of these things is true? What if it is as simple as right or wrong?
Could it be that when life gets too difficult, we are simply trying to force wrong into being right?

Should we blindly follow our instincts?

Recently, I have been thinking back through my life and all the different choices that I had to make. To that small, persistent voice that nags you, insisting you do this or that. How many times had I ignored it, thinking my own choice was better, usually for all manner of reasons? Would my life have been better if I had obeyed that still, small voice? If I had not always chosen the path of least resistance, the path that always looked inevitable. Maybe the choice that looked the hardest, the most impossible, would have turned out better than what actually happened?

Maybe then, I wouldn't have so many things to be sorry for, so many people I should apologise to.
If there is such a thing as reincarnation and I get another chance to live a better life, I hope I remember some of the things I have done wrong, all of the people I have hurt, and do it a hell of a lot better next time.

God Bless and see you all next week...