Feeling of overall well-being my foot!
I traveled to London to visit my Mum
who is thin and forgetful
and fell asleep after lunch
while I arranged white lilies in a vase.
All the minimum wage carers doing their best
and assisting old people in taking their drugs.
All the non-white carers
assisting the posh white old people.
Six trains in one day
and then
depression fell like a flag.
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
Thursday, 23 October 2014
Hurrah!
Morning mist hangs, blurs the horizon, blows slowly across the fields. A small murmur from the central heating. A partial solar eclipse today, but not visible here. Evening in North America so I read. And the sun edges into Scorpio, and my astrologer friend suggests this and a new moon, also in Scorpio, are auspicious and my energy and life-force will be revitalised! She adds there’s a feeling of overall wellbeing over the last weekend of the month (25th – 26th) when Sun, Venus and Neptune all align to ease your path. It’s about time!
All I can say is Hurrah!
All I can say is Hurrah!
Sunday, 5 October 2014
Autumn Leaves
You can smell it. Even when there are half hours warm enough to sit outside. The next half hour it's time to find the woolly hat and gloves, then take them off mid-walk. Autumn, and every street has a leafy border now, rustling in the wind. How did this happen? Birthday season almost upon us. Relentlessly the months have passed, and soon it will be ten, and before very long, god help us, the first anniversary. Already my mother's first year in her care home completed. That indigestible change came just before G was murdered and everything rendered unrecognisable.
I've a sense now of surveying the pieces scattered about on the shore after the shipwreck. Some familiar, some broken, some inexplicable, some lost. Picking them up, turning them over in my hands, and looking for new ways to bring them all together. I am glad to be on dry land, and wondering how to patch up the ship. Glad I didn't drown. Sometimes. Mostly.
I've a sense now of surveying the pieces scattered about on the shore after the shipwreck. Some familiar, some broken, some inexplicable, some lost. Picking them up, turning them over in my hands, and looking for new ways to bring them all together. I am glad to be on dry land, and wondering how to patch up the ship. Glad I didn't drown. Sometimes. Mostly.
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