#imtalking

I’m talking a fair bit lately. Much more than I have been. I’ve had conversations about all sorts, and with all manner of people. It’s been fun. In all of this newness there has been a topic that has really taken hold of me, and allowed me to breathe more freely.  I’ve been talking about…

GAD and I: to you, with love x

My first blog entry was on October 21st of 2015. A further 427 entries have followed, and most of them have flowed from brain to keyboard freely and with pleasure. They have focused my mind and given me the satisfaction of having created something.  This 428th entry is entirely different. It concerns me. Frightens me….

In The Bleak Midwinter

  In the Bleak Midwinter, Anxious folks take heart, To celebrate this last month, after nervous start; After battling stress and Stress, stress on stress, In the Bleak Midwinter, family time we bless.   We, like weary travelers, lay our burdens down, Whether in the country, suburb or the town; In the Bleak Midwinter, respite…

On Reflection

Mirror, Mirror in the gloom, Staring out from this dark room Tell me please what you can see, Where in the future I shall be?   ‘Do not ask me’, it replies, ‘There is a film over your eyes that filters things which may well be, and shrouds them in anxiety’.   © Tom Tide…

Out In The Open

Something wonderful happened today. It raised my spirits immensely, and I want to tell everybody about it. I found a small, oval stone with the letters ‘OTR’ delicately penned in Turquoise on its surface. Intrigued, I held it in my hand throughout my walk and googled the letters on my laptop at home. As I…

Cathartic

A beautiful print of many, many birds in flight hangs by my bedside. It is a perfect circle of airborne seabirds. A maelstrom of wings that swoop and soar. Countless, delicately drawn souls. The canvas is crowded and difficult to take in all at once, and yet it brings me a deep sense of calm….

Thanksgiving for a Path

When I would curse or cry or shout, I take a walk to vent it out: To tread alone among the trees, Feel warmed by sunlight, cooled by breeze. Soothed by every fall of feet, A gentle metronomic beat. Thus as I pace the air smells clear, Whatever season of the year.   Summer with…

Oh Dear Me

I look at me three decades ago. Or you, rather. I’m unrecognisable now. Every cell thrice renewed. I wish I could take your head between my hands, Look in to your eyes and say ‘Your mind is wired strangely. Talk to people about it, in all its frenzied energy’. I would say ‘Swim every day….

Beacons

This is a poem about smoking. Burning through a pack of Ten. Ten moments in time. Ten streams of conciousness. Ten pauses.   The first? A smoke screen hiding inner fears. The second blasts the fear, yes every trace. Third one  blows up clouds that squeeze out ashen tears; Fourth a signal, steeling jaw in…

Laputa Castle in the Sky

I received an unexpected present this morning. A very light, square box arrived which was postmarked Osaka, Japan. I don’t know anybody from Osaka. Or Japan. Or the whole of Asia, for that matter. I was very confused. For a while. I opened it with trepidation and anxiety; not a pleasant sensation. Nestled within thick…

#22pushups

22 pushups is hard. Very hard. I glibly accepted a nomination to take part, thinking ’22 pushups in one day is nothing. A doddle. Loads of other people do it’. It is anything but a doddle. I am on day 7, with 15 days to go. I have 330 remaining. Every Single Pushup Hurts. For…

Springs Eternal

Every burning fibre of my being yearns To take your weary face between my open palms, Lift your blinding shrouds and gently Tilt your head heavenward.   Yet I would not, though it pains me. Nay, not for all the world. For you endure, graceful one- Strong, despite every and all of the odds. Unaided….