New Year’s Resolution or Revolution!

It’s in between time. Almost New Year. Easy to get lost in a no man’s land of dreams for the future, reflecting on the past. All the daily drama of a ridiculous power fight seem a long time ago and soon will be part of last year’s story. If I have a NYR it is this – before saying anything, let it pass through three gates: Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? !!

Letting go is an interesting thing. I read recently in the British Heart Foundation magazine an article by a woman who, like me, had to alter her life so much so that many friends disappeared. It seems that it’s not possible to be interesting enough if one doesn’t partake in alcohol consumption in order to socialise. Although I’ve never been a serious or heavy drinker, I am more aware now than ever, just how much alcohol has played a role in my life, in culture, in work. Be a part or miss out. It now feels like so much time has been lost to the dramas that alcohol induces in people, those strange behaviours. But it’s best to leave it all behind.

I wonder too if people are afraid of someone with heart failure. Which is ridiculous and laughable. If we haven’t learned to face death as  mature adults through losing significant others, then we are  truly in greater trouble than the person in front of us fuelled by medications! I am not feart of the future or any person. Things are different now – that is all.

I’m using this precious time to write a second book, research and create a piece of art for my second OCA assignment, connect with new people similar of situation, playing with needle felting, embroidery and felt. The love of colour, art, yarn, books, sustains me day to day.

Then there are dreams of far away places. Keep making, writing, dreaming.

Healthy hearty cuisine – today’s is coleslaw (some have said my coleslaws are epic!) – adding cranberries (dried), walnuts, apple, to cabbage, carrot and red onion. Zero-fat yoghurt, olive oil, lemon juice, cider vinegar, pepper. Enjoy the zing and crunch!

Felt Acorns via Pinterest

Poetry, music, love

 Through the Front Window 

Leaves flicker in anticipation.

When they are gone,

Branches will sway and twist.

Everything is music, is dance.

Coloured lights will reveal on hills.

Bobbing, as boats in a bay, 

Winking, twinkling.

Everything is art.

Reading the poetry and works of Czelsaw Milosz, Boris Pasternak and Anna Akhmatova over the next wee while to sustain the soul.

Taken up singing with a classical choir whilst in search of Jazz and Ella’s song book. I think the music’s coming back to Wool City.

Black mohair project almost at completion.

Poetry, music, love….what else do you need apart from a good soup for lunch. Broccoli and green lentil today.

jazzposter

 

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

….said someone once upon a time in a story.

Instagram – where memes and selfies reside, and some other photos.Pinterest – where memes reside, collections of photos which tend to be decent but who knows where they all came from. Facebook – where selfies and memes reside.
Interesting that the human race is putting itself out there with gusto, giving it all away for nowt. Not just from the here and now, but times gone by. Is this global sharing or global narcissism. Is it the only way many can be seen and heard – their art, their heart. Is there some kind of symbiotic movement happening like a murmur of starlings. Synchronicity is everything said Jung. Are we trying subconsciously to get in to synch. Maybe at some point, the magical formula will appear and ping, we’re swimming like a shoal of herring.
What’s missing? The future’s missing. Where’s the vision.
Who’s observing, who’s listening. Timing, of course, is everything. Wait…wait…wait.
I don’t feel the moment yet. I’ll let you know when I do.

In the meantime, I am reading  three collections of poetry edited by Neil Astley at Blood Axe:

Being Alive, Staying Alive and Being Human. All three were recommended and I am passing forward the recommendation. Enjoy!