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Wishing you a good new year
With laughter and full of cheer.
May your days be bright
Lit by the sun’s starlight
Have plenty to eat
Savory and sweet
May your dreams come true
For all of you.
Love and peace to the world
As the new year is unfurled.
As Julian of Norwich wrote so many years ago.
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
Short days, the candle is nearly out. Darkness floats by my eyes as I look into the garden. Cold wind and rain is making it chilly and damp. Memory tugs at my mind, pulling my mouth down at the corners. But I caught myself laughing a couple of times today.
Where will I be at the end of next year? Will I find the safety and solace I seek. Will I manage on my own. Decades of being a couple makes it difficult to predict. I’m trying to explain how I feel about things. I feel like I did when I left school after that being my whole life. The cliff edge is close, my hubby could climb down cliffs while I cowered at the top. I don’t like them. I want to be settled and secure. Oh well, we will see….
Safe place
Staying home
Don’t want to go out
Into the world
This is my cocoon
Wrapped round me
His presence
His garden
My solace
Seeking salvation
My sanctuary.
I woke up from a nightmare where I’d lost my house keys and couldn’t get back in the house. I decided to have a quiet day. I haven’t been online much today. I decided to stay off the computer and basically played a game on my phone all day. It was diverting and took my mind off things. But I think I will delete the game. It’s a mindless matching hexagons game. It’s frustrating and fun at the same time. But half the time is t taken up by adverts. I tried to get past them as quickly as I could but they are intensely irritating and there’s no way I’m paying to avoid them. So I’m back to reality again….
Sleeping is a issue yet again. I’m either too cold or too hot. Lost without my hubby who passed away three weeks ago. I really have a heavy heart. I just spent the last hour or so remembering things we did in the past. Going for bike or tandem rides when we were younger. The feeling of almost flying along, racing each other down hills (I was always more cautious). How he took in a stray cat a few years ago that had come limping into our garden, it turned out to have been abandoned by it’s owner. That cat is now sleeping on hubbys bodywarmer. I think it misses him as much as I do. It’s almost 5am. Going to make a cocoa.
Life falls like leaves
A tree denuded
War and Terror
Pace the lands
Look left or right
East or West
People suffer.
There is no safety
Bombs and Mines.
The World needs Peace
Where a shepherds flock
Can be led beside still waters.
Transforming hate into love.
This came up on Facebook memories. A digital drawing I did years ago. I drew this with a mouse!
Wishing you all a lovely day whether you celebrate Christmas or not. Stay safe, and wishing for more peaceful times in 2024.
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Who are the biggest influences in your life?
Of all the influences on my life various artists stand out as the main contenders. These include in no particular order:
Michaelangelo, Leonardo Davinci, Berthe Morissette,the French Impressionists a lot of the surrealist movement, David Hockney, Maggie Hambling, and so many more.
I don’t paint in any of their manners, some of their techniques are totally beyond me. But I do feel excited by their work.
Colours, patterns, shapes, the way they deal with light and shade. Perception, composition, knowledge, understanding. Looking and learning. Painting is a wonderful skill, I wish more people practiced it.
I cannot say that
I’ve spent the day watching old Christmas films and mostly crying. I can’t remember watching so many in one go. It started with ‘White Christmas’, then ‘the Sound of Music’ and finally the Richard Attenborough version of ‘Miracle on 34th Street’.
I realised that the films were very heartwarming, and they made me think of all sorts of memories from my past. I tried to think of the word that described how I was feeling and could only think Cathartic. It’s definition is:
providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis.
“crying is a cathartic release”
That’s what I was feeling.
Mallaband-Brown