A hard definition…

Posted on April 2, 2023 Posted in UncategorizedTagged aspects, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1894, different, difficult question, Mind, Thinking, Thought, unique4 Comments

Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

What flame or glimmer of character makes a person unique? I guess everyone has their own foibles, that could be size or shape, colour or religion or none of the above. If identical twins can have their own thoughts and ideas then everyone has the ability to be unique if they are allowed to be.

Most of all I think it is in the mind that the unique aspect lies, nature versus nurture is the phrase that people use, but life is chaotic, it twists and turns, there may really be a multiverse out there where every step in one direction or another changes the outcome of a person’s life, but some of it has to be down to how they think and react? How else can you explain the diametrically opposite results that can occur in families, or how sometimes similarities between non related people happen? All I can say is its good to be unique!

Three hours sleep.

Posted on March 29, 2023March 29, 2023 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged Brain, Dreams, Emotions, Fire, Insomnia, Mind, Poem, Poetry, Sadness, Sleep, Struggle, Tired6 Comments

Grey Dawn awoke me

Went to bed at three

Read a book to soothe

But could not grasp sleep

Dreaming the word eluded

My mind on fire

Swirling like smoke

Snap a nap then awoke…

I want to find a way in

To oblivion.

My muddled brain

Posted on October 12, 2022 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged confused thoughts, Friends, Hope, Life, Memory, Mind, Relief, Sadness, ThoughtLeave a comment

Flashing like a beacon, connected in all different directions, emotions bursting out into the world. Thoughts spiralling. Pain, anxiety, calm, hope, dreams, fear, sadness all mingles. If I can find a thread to pull me through all of the entangled ideas. The tears keep falling.

Today I reached out and so many people reached back to me. I feel overwhelmed with their support. I need to hope things will improve. I think the friends I have made that hope more real.

Fireflies

Posted on October 10, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Caring, cruelty, forgiving, kindness, Learning, Life, Mind, Thinking, Time, TrappedLeave a comment

Imagine a glass box of fireflies all flying around. Cold light from their abdomens? Could you use it as a torch, or would they all settle down in a corner and go to sleep? I wouldn’t want to catch them and trap them so I will use LED lights instead.

We have choices, we don’t have to trap or kill anything, we don’t have to be cruel. We can try and do better than we do. Realise people are not perfect. Learn to forgive if we can. Let the fireflies fly free.

Insomnia again, no!

Posted on September 7, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Awake, Dawn, Insomnia, Life, Memories, Mind, Morning, no sleep, Sleep, swirling, ThinkingLeave a comment

My mind is spinning again, and my body has been spinning in bed, left side, back, right side, left side, right, back, left…..

Sheet covering me, duvet and sheet, no sheet… Too hot, too cold. Pain in my toes, pain in my knee, back, neck..

Twisting and turning so much, it might be a dance. Now my guts are joining in, discomfort, so I’ve come down for a decaff coffee. Soon I’ll be back in bed. But while I’m here, at 5.15am, why not just check out my phone for stories, funny memes, memories, jokes…… Put it down! Put. It. Down…

Good morning x dawn will be breaking soon.

Walking tree

Posted on June 12, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Design, Humans, Mind, Pareidolia, Pattern, Shapes, Trees, upside down, Walking2 Comments

Turn a tree upside down and it might look like it’s walking. Turn it on its side and it could be a running horse. Shapes can look like anything if you have that kind of mind. Simplify the shape and it becomes more like lots of different things. Stars turn into Gods and mythical beasts. Lines that don’t exist can be drawn on a map to create the Bermuda Triangle. Humans make up stories out of words and voices, but also from pictures and shapes, and I love that we do.

Walk that road

Posted on June 10, 2022June 10, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Alone, Empty, Lonely, Mind, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, Sad, Thought, WalkLeave a comment

Walk that lonely road,

Carry a heavy load

Head down with your thoughts

Tangled up and caught.

Never look around

Don’t listen to the sound

Of singing birds

Or spoken words…

They are hidden

And are unbidden

From you world

Mind unstirred

Alone.

My head..

Posted on March 18, 2022 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged #bandofsketchers, Art, Chrysanthemum, Felt pens, fine line ink pen, Flower, inside my head, Life, Mind, PatternLeave a comment

Yesterday’s #bandofsketchers prompt was inside my head. I drew a complicated pattern, I think I have a whirlwind in my mind! Felt pens and fine line ink pen. A bit like a chrysanthemum opening up.

Spin

Posted on March 3, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Calm, cease, Fears, Ideas, Life, Mind, Pace, Poem, Poetry, Spinning, Thought, WorriesLeave a comment

Spinning head

Twisting top

My mind rotates

it just won’t stop

Thoughts tumble

Round and round

My thinking fuddled

Worries sound

In my head

All around.

Lots of problems

in the world

Let’s make peace

Speak calm words

And emnity cease.

I’m bored

Posted on January 31, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Books, Bored, Boring, Closed, Drawing, Ill, Memory, Mind, remember, shut, Sundays, Tea, Years ago2 Comments

Fed up with being ill. Not Covid, but a cold/ chest infection. But I’m getting bored. I feel trapped but that might be a good thing. Perhaps I’m getting better?

Sundays used to be boring when I was a child. Nowhere was open, shops shut, nothing really to visit. If you ran out of milk you could not buy any. Memory of a different world. Time changes things. Then I was waiting for fruit salad with evaporated milk with bread and butter for tea. Watching my mom and dad doing the washing in a boiler in the kitchen that had a mangle on the top and an old spin dryer to get most of the water out. While they did that we played in the garden. Unless the weather was bad. Then I would read a book, or draw. Maybe it wasn’t all that boring?

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Mind