Return of creativity

I have been neglecting the writing. The creativity has been channelled in different directions, however, I miss it. So I have committed myself to joining the secret writers club here in Wigan as a way of stimulating and motivating the writer within. They meet one tuesday evening a month and one Sunday afternoon a month. I cant do the Tuesday as I am working but Sunday afternoons are perfect.
The first afternoon meet of the year was yesterday and sods law struck! Had to take father to A & E. Oh well next time !!

I would dearly love to re-home some battery hens. However there is some resistence from certain quarters.

But imagine some chucks clucking about the garden providing the odd fresh egg for the kitchen.

'He' who is resisting may, however, have the upper hand. I do believe the deeds to the house wont allow us to keep livestock.

Surely a couple of chickens cant be any more annoying than noisey neighbours dogs or errant cats using any garden but heir own as a loo!

the gingerbread men are taking over

I'm not a fan of Christmas....I'm not a christian....and have too many unpleasant childhood memories of miserable Christmases to harbour any affection so it has for many years been a case of 'Bah humbug' with regard to the season of good will.

Things that bug me:

The commercialisation of christmas...why does it start in September.

The hijacking of pagan traditions.

Tinsel

Parents over spending.

Childrens christmas lists that encourage greed.

Christmas pudding...why?...uck!

Over indulgence.

Being socially 'forced' into conforming to the 'christmas spirit'

Goodwill being confined to the festive season.

Christmas cards.

So you see it's not surprizing that those around me are slightly perplexed by the appearence of the gingerbread men. The spicy biscuit type all wrapped up in cellophane ready to hang on the tree ( if I have one...havent decided yet) little felt ones with blanket stitch around the edge 24 of them all hand made by me, one for each day for my granddaughter to hang on a garland festooned with hearts instead of an advent calender and little tin ones to stand on the window ledge.

I've taken a different view this year, I'm focusing on the positives, the good things that the season brings, the traditions of winter rather than those of a religion of which I am not a part but forced to participate in for fear of being labelled a scrooge , so I am ready to bring in the holly light the candles, cook and bake for family and friends...so the gingerbread man has become the symbol for christmas in our house this year and maybe for years to come.

onward

I think that the procrastrination is finally coming to an end, got the work in progress out and feel ready to start again...needs a major overhaul but I'm hopeful of progress.

Funneling

Trying to write...but...practicalities getting in the way. How can we funnel creativity, illiminate the mundane and necessary thoughts that clutter our mind, that intrude, become a white noise almost...churning away in the background tempting us down alleyways of thoughtthat lead nowhere.

Regrets

The past leaves a stain,
sometimes inedible,
on our present.
Tears push attempting to fall,
fail to penetrate the shield.
Bad memories fight with good
let the good ones win...please.

Lies

Inside my head I'm twenty five,

size ten and definately four inches taller,

The mirror lies.

The grey doesnt show

nor do the lines

And still the mirror lies.

I look and expect to see

the me I was,

But my mother looks back at me.