gratitude #5/10

I’m grateful for writing today, for reading, for writing, for literacy. I’m glad I can get my thoughts and feelings out on paper, or on my screen, to be fully explored and expressed. I love the sense of relief and satisfaction when I have something satisfactorily writ down.

I’m glad to read the thoughts and feelings of others, for a sense of shared reality. I love the sense of quiet and contemplation that can flow easily into a written conversation when all participants take a little time to reflect and go a little deeper than may happen in the spoken world.

I love reading and writing beautiful things, opening little windows and exposing the word in it’s raw, wild, unfathomable beauty. I love poetry.

I love the practicality of writing a list, a note, a memo or email, jotting it down into the external drive, so I don’t need to endlessly toss it around in my mind. The freedom and release of letting that go!

I do wish my handwriting was a little more legible though πŸ™‚

little update

so i’ve been very busy at work with start of new Semester. Saturdays and a few evenings teaching. All the new students to learn the intricacies of information retrieval, evaluation and use..exciting and exhausting.

And my own studies woefully behind but caught up in a binge this weekend!

Still have the 90 minute each way commute too but – ‘oh sweet, you can study on the train!’ isn’t quite cutting it, I miss writing a little poem, so absorbing to express a poignant moment in very few syllables like a little meditation every morning. sigh,

and now my daughter’s cat is staying while my daughter is between houses, a lovely lovely cat, it’s not his personality that sets my nose and eyes running and he does love a little cuddle, poor boy, poor me too!

And the rescue dog wees in the hall if we leave her in at night and barks at the possums when we lock her out so other daughters are tramping down the hall at midnight to take her out on the grass across the creaky boards,

and i got a job interview 2 weeks ago that they postponed it and I have not heard when the interview might now take place and am feeling a bit up and down and flat about it now when I was just so excited before.

and everyone but me is sick with a cold and they have been home in bed while i am at work and even though i love my job i can’t help feeling a little jealous, well, i am only human after all. I used to believe that thinking like that could give me cancer, but i’ve changed my mind, unless i get cancer in which case i may have to sue my brain.

and now i have to go make dinner because everyone else is sick but i am going to fill the dinner with lots of vegetables as I am pretty much the only one who eats them,not just tosses them around the plate into little piles which is probably the REAL reason i hardly ever get sick. That will teach them!

but, at least i feel a whole lot better about everything now for writing this little bit of nonsense and getting it off my chest πŸ™‚

 

 

 

Back in the habit… I hope!

Ok, I got out of the habit of blogging while getting into the habit of doing some other stuff. Like walking heaps and falling madly in love with all the bush near my home and rediscovering a love for PALEO COOKING and working really hard to become an awesome teacher of LEGAL RESEARCH! (I hope). And I also started another non-violent communication course and grabbed myself a second empathy buddy to practice the homework with and still looking for a ‘first home’ to buy. Oh my goodness.

Not all of it has been fun – I have a bit of an RSI from too much typing and crochet. I totally stressed myself out for weeks trying to catch up to speed with legal research and devise fun interactive lessons with heaps of group work. And I’m afraid I shared that stress liberally at home 😦 And then when it all worked out I was on a high and probably that was just as annoying for long suffering family!

Maybe I should have blogged about it instead πŸ™‚ But instead I kept thinking I didn’t have anything to say (!) Anyway now I have broken the ice I will be back soon and hopefully will be more ‘writerly’ next time. Or not! Who cares πŸ™‚

gratitude – on writing

Grateful today for all the writing that didn’t make it. Recycled notepads full of scribblings, lists of ideas, of thoughts, of fancies, paper scrunched up and hurled into a dark corner (to become a home for mice – but that’s another story), the half-novel on the lost usb that may be … somewhere?
For me, writing is fishing: a sentence burley cast into an unfathomable murky ocean – every piece that makes it to ‘publish’ preceded by and followed by a dozen or more that sink… then lie as some sort of sediment in the bottom of my mind. Mmmm and hopefully even this is a rich mud that will nurture future seeds…
Loving the messes today.

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