Hide and sleep
Find your dreams
And hug them deep.
Find a space
Where you can live
Where things are quiet
And silence keep.
Make a nest
Make a bed,
But in your head
Take a flight
Around your room,
Then through the open window
Above the world
The air is clear
The sky is bright
Bird song, you hear.
Look down on streets
So still so quiet,
With hunkered people
But you are free
And safe to soar
(from an idea inspired by Martha Kennedys blog ‘I am a writer, yes I am’.)
If you don’t eat meat, look away now….
If you can’t see what it is, I drew bacon about to be grilled, so I could make bacon and cheese oatcakes.
Today’s USK S-O-T challenge was to draw ‘cooking’. Various pots and pans and foodstuffs have been drawn. It’s keeping me occupied and mentally active.
USK stands for Urban Sketchers, its a world wide movement of people who draw their environment. The rules are, draw from life, not a photo, include background, not just the subject on its own. There are others but I can’t remember them all…. Anyway, I wonder what tomorrows challenge will be. X
I saw this online and it amused me.
Our government is still saying people can go to work if they are essential workers. But building workers are going in, so are others who should be off because their employers won’t let them take leave. Our government is confusing the issue.
People need to take it seriously NOW!
As someone said, better six foot apart than six foot under.
Just wrote to my MP because this happened today….
I just had a man knock on the door, he’d spoken to my husband last week, he had nothing, we gave him a bit of money and some bread and cheese. I asked him if he had spoken to the council homeless team. He said they just come out with a flask with a lukewarm drink and a few protein bars. He can’t easily eat them as he has no teeth. He used to run a business but had to sell it. He’s living in a tent by the river. (all this was discussed at a distance well over six foot).
Is there anything that can be done for him. All I know is his name is ……. and he is in his fifties by the look of it.
What is going on. How have we come to this. I think he would have knocked on the door even without what is going on now. People should not be in this situation.
Stay safe and sheltered.
Sent from my Xperia by Sony smartphone
Another digital pattern that I drew that cheers me up.
Life goes on, as I sit at home, with just about enough food to last a few days, the opportunity to rest seems to have left me. I’m not sleeping for long each night, I get up and start watching the news.
But I’m not in a refugee camp, or one of the homeless sleeping rough. I’m only going to have to stay in for a few weeks, I’m not imprisoned. I might even get to have a birthday party because that’s after the 12 week ‘lockdown’.
Life goes on, I get on my partners nerves and he gets on mine, but we have been together several years and know each others ways. I admit I do nag him though. We need to stay safe.
We also have a garden which we can get out into. It might even look good if we put some work into it.
Friends are important, in our social media age. I’m probably chatting more to people now than I was before. Some social media things are worrying though. There is something going round on messenger, which first came out as a voice clip, supposedly translated from doctors in Italy. Now it’s a written message, the same wording, saying its from the NHS? It says things like drinking warm water every fifteen minutes will was the virus into your stomach. It won’t! The BBC did a fact check on this. The drinking thing does not keep you safe. The best thing to do is keep home, wash your hands, stay safe. I’m just worried things like this message will make people complacent about the virus.
Anyway. Off to do some spring cleaning again….
Stay safe, keep well and wash your hands X
There’s a bright star,
high in the sky.
It’s 3am again,
and I’m driven to wake,
Like an owl I stay awake,
listening to cars,
So few in these days,
often in the past,
there would be footsteps,
Now there is silence,
deep in this city,
only the odd murmur of traffic.
The click and whir of central heating,
the maniacal hum of the fridge,
the oil heater thermostat kicking in.
too early for the dawn chorus.
The rest of the city sleeps, perhaps….
Of corn fields,
beaches and trees,
escape from imprisonment,
at 3am I shall sleep.
Today’s challenge was ‘Entertainment’,
I could have drawn the TV or a computer or phone screen, but I just love the way the cat stares out of the window at the birds, he can’t go out, so he likes watching them. Yesterday a couple of pigeons were perched in the cherry tree. Sometimes when he’s washing he’s really comical because he sits on top of our bird food box, he only just fits. The windowledge is too full of houseplants. He likes eating some of them. This is his spot, he entertains me.