Hold a pen in each hand. Try and write with both of them. I find if I mirror write with your left hand it almost works. The left hand is trying to mimic the right. It’s an interesting exercise in controlling your hands. I wonder how it would turn out for other people?
Tag: Left
Leaves
You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
I miss them…
One if the worst things about the Internet is when people disappear and you don’t know where they have gone.
I have ‘lost’ a few people here recently. Perhaps it’s a new year and they have cancelled their membership, or decided blogging isn’t for them. Some of them had become friends, or I’d invested some time in reading their blogs. Some explained that this wasn’t working and they were going, others just disappeared. I can’t help saying I miss them. One person passed away. I knew she had been ill and I was sad to find out she was gone. At least there was a message put on her page to say she had died. I could grieve. But sometimes there is nothing, they become ghosts in my memory, sitting there, with no explanation. Then there are people who’s pages on Facebook are still open despite having died two or three years ago. Each time I see their faces on my friends list I feel sorrow, and yet it would feel wrong to ‘unfollow’ them. What to do. The etiquette of the Internet.. We need to learn.