To get back into writing as a habit for my creative /expressive needs and to prepare to resume my children's writing course.
Monday, 28 December 2015
new habit and new habit remembered- ZAPPY BLISSMAS
Having during the year managed to lose weight
yet then during Christmas find it again
I am pleased to reacquaint myself with 'the plan'.
Neuro linguistic thinking is a long wordy way
of saying 'whay we here and then say to ouresleves is
our programming our habits forming and establishing
.In a nutshell 'see it say it do = you'
Christmas has the associative programme
of a series of feastings
I could here list em....and most come under the
slimmer's world syn heading alcohol cakes cheeses cream n sweets
Nice to note when allowing myself to scribble this mental
're membering' that in 'putting back together' the known/programmme
I enjoyed realizing that meat fruit and veg when cooking without fat
i.e spray oil or steaming instead that my new knowledge
enjoyed alos listing the syn free joys of both Christmas
and normal annual life as opposed to indulgent celebratory seasons.
Breaking not free of programming but slipping in gentle edits
and fresher better habits.
So today having noticed that weight had gained and as with
most Christmas'routines' the its okay 'anything goes its Christmas!'
I need to now allow in the joy it is to remember wellness
i.s the back on plan of authoring gratefully better eating plans
So as authoring is best done on paper with pen
I enjoyed remembering the everyday blissmas
of counting blessings.
Saying thankyou for the unwrapped presents of knowledge
so alongside wriitng songs I am writing the lyrics of my tummy music
So then for breakfast I am having my grilled together pineapple
and bacon mushrooms on a bed of both beans and cos lettuce and topped with
poached eggs sprinkled with nice fresh black pepper
also two weetabix and almond milk sweetened with Stuvia*
For lunchtimne I am making a chicken n rice salad with spring onion and pomegranate seeds
and supper will be a slimmer's world meal with some gorgeous sprouts though
I also have a savoy cabbage should I prefer
And heh I just checked and I can have a small microwave style sticky pudding
and even some custard with measured amounts as my daily syns
So its not about dieting i.e denying the joy of life
No its about enjoying developing and remembering better habit
newly formed from a year of little insights gathered
over the whole year but that di with a gentle resolution
to 'do something about being two stone too heavy.....mmmmm and this Christmas I was
bearded santa with a pillow borrowed tummy as well as Mr Sleek
so who said ya can't reconcile opposites oh yes you actually can
it requires including other peoples insights and working
as a team to encourage change in both self and others
which is out there front line church i.e
entertaining that other people are angels
and becoming more aware
rock n roll.......mmmmm I love the discovery yesterday
that there is a learning programme for the disabled entitles
'rock enrol'
SPEAK THE TRUTH AND SHAME THE DEVIL amen
*for is is fructose free(just that part of white sugar
that is in fact not real food)
(and free of aspertame-even worse Robinsons call this
as do Slimming world sadly 'no added sugar')
Wednesday, 28 October 2015
many rooms
Although we may feel
and sort of know
that none really know
I still feel
that all really care
to arrive at a heaven
when all souls can repair
a place of great light
a place of peace
we can share
The stories we read write
and plot plan
all taking us there.
As we share
all the threads of
our pathways of wear.
Worn through the common ground
tunnels to home
ladders and mindmaps
stairways we roam
repeatedly treading
the grapes of regret
till we distill the harvest
to arrive at contentment
we have not found not quite yet
As we grow older
we find that
the young find us just sweet
for we have let go
of that loftiness
deconstruct judgement's seat
Longing still to be children
invite all souls to still play
it is then
that we seek
a position to pray
Our knees may no longer hold us
though our eyes seek the light
So good each new morning
as our breakfast
still calls us to taste see and delight
More a rest place than any
we have known when to bed
we are tired when we stumble
to dream and untangle some threads
to 'make sense'
of just a little more life
yet the morning makes clear
that its not our acquisitiveness
that is keeping us here
its the wonder of every fresh breath
every recognized cause for cheer
so we wish ourselves joyfulness
and we send up our fresh pleas
a fore I take breakfast
recognize all I've received
meditate n say thankyou to God
beyond measure that I ever had me two knees
and a nose for such a life giving breeze
and the hope still of sharing
this vision of this common church
knowing others are waking n bathing
some less routinely
some far less rehearsed
for although our intellects egos and thinks bubbles
assert that they know all
and we share a new word
'mindfulness'
its in waking up to the moment
fresh n juicy
is all.
My friend Doctor Frederick
said 'wisdom is life that knows that its living'
So choose life in this moment
may you welcome love's bliss,
Are your eyes moist or grainy
or a little of both
are they open and reading
the light of the screen of this
moment of posts
post your moments for other
take some selfies
or blog
look around at your room from
the mind's clearing fog
see things you'd forgotten feel the blood in your legs
meditate simply by writing just you feel see n wonder at
so the freshness just never ends
we are moving together
together through life
its our journey together
so much to unpack from the joy
that we parcel
as 'present(s)'
and quite simply call 'life'.
When you colour your colouring book smell the wax and the wood
be aware of the paper and the ink they chose and the image may resonate more
if you should .Will you dip[ a briush in your tea coffee raspberry juice
or the mud from a puddle can you paint outsdie the lines turning should nots in to 'shouldlls'
inventing some pattern crayon rubbing some coins take a fresh piece of paper take a line for a walk
photocopy some patterns recollage all the threads it is playtime forever well until its time once more for bed
I had forgotten about porridge
haven'st ate for a while
just the smell in my mind's nose
just gave me a pleasant sensation
the taste has just made me smile
the taste of anticipation
I'll go look for the tin
it once contained Christmas biscuits
yet now there's oats there within
I have a little low salt and just a tad of semi skimmed milk
water n microwave and a sprinking of stuvia
and a spoon I will lick
Morning pages remembered inpsired to do them today
lead me to porridge
its sort of home
in a shared way
Monday, 26 October 2015
Monday, 5 October 2015
Saturday, 3 October 2015
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
The Lord protect you
The Lord protect you
when you're heading for disaster
when just like me
you live amongst
the mess of time
when all the loveliness
you sowed
refused to flower
and tearfilled eyes
are met with haze of tiredness
may heaven's wonders
underpin
and redsign us
remind us
in these bits n pieces
there's much love
and with just a little
sifting done through time then
God will reorder
into plans
so filled with love
that this bed
you lie on
is a bed of wonder
buried treasure
to reemerge
and thus refine
and though the thing you lack
will come and find you
mindfulness
includes the touch of Grace
of the Lord's divine
the heart within you beats
just like the dove's wing
and the olive branch
bring you
good news of higher ground
feel the arms of love
they now surround you
be still
n feel n breath
enough
is this
just beloved exactly where you stand.
Amen
when you're heading for disaster
when just like me
you live amongst
the mess of time
when all the loveliness
you sowed
refused to flower
and tearfilled eyes
are met with haze of tiredness
may heaven's wonders
underpin
and redsign us
remind us
in these bits n pieces
there's much love
and with just a little
sifting done through time then
God will reorder
into plans
so filled with love
that this bed
you lie on
is a bed of wonder
buried treasure
to reemerge
and thus refine
and though the thing you lack
will come and find you
mindfulness
includes the touch of Grace
of the Lord's divine
the heart within you beats
just like the dove's wing
and the olive branch
bring you
good news of higher ground
feel the arms of love
they now surround you
be still
n feel n breath
enough
is this
just beloved exactly where you stand.
Amen
Friday, 20 February 2015
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Monday, 5 January 2015
What is the semiology of card game suites?
Mmmmm woke up pondering the hearts n spades suites
and choosing to have the ace of heart rather than the ace of spades.
But then moved on from these singular logos
What or where do they come from?
Thought of each of the four as core values.
Then at the whole idea of the games they represent.
Acquisitiveness .Having more through chancing your luck.
Shrewdness slyness and winning.Having more than someone ele.
The values then?
Heart of man....represents common humanity each beating
yet has become associated with 'love' not unconditional
but winning...stealing the tart's hearts.Jammy dodging.artful heartful dodging
.They are maybe four clans with flags .Just as the chess game is black n white
cards are black or red.Both logos strong on white backgrounds
and represent opposing armies or clans or tribes or families.
Winners or losers chancing will tell.No God just luck n mathematics
odds n evens etc.
Clubs sounded a bit more social .But then I thought of the primeval.
Caveman with the club for smashing skulls or threatening with.
History has offered many versions of these from hammer to lacerating whip.
Studded like the club symbol perhaps with nails Maybe a rock ,wood or metal.
So an aggressive suite.
Spades for digging maybe the farming suite or the morticians burying the fallen.
I prefer though the farming idea for spades relate to being more grounded of the earth.
Recycling.Perhaps colour the spades green.
Diamonds .Clearly the wealthy or those of the coin.The valuable item.
Not difficult to visualize these four using the aces as flags for four armies.
raised by standard bearers.The community or mechanics of midsummernight's dream
are the heart suite.Perhaps I mean the common folk.
The pawns on the front line on the two sides of the chess board.
The diamonds are the rich merchants
The spades then the farmers
The clubs like Hitler's militia The military and weaponed.
Mmmmmm that's I think the rub of it.
Feel I want a more inclusive image or maths that of Edward de Bono and the musical stave
these offer a larger rainbow of colours and aesthetics of none competitivenss.Away from tribalism is the hope of harmony reflection and mutual sharing or the feast.The two suites of spades n hearts get my love whilst the clubs and the diamonds are the deceivers I fear.
and choosing to have the ace of heart rather than the ace of spades.
But then moved on from these singular logos
What or where do they come from?
Thought of each of the four as core values.
Then at the whole idea of the games they represent.
Acquisitiveness .Having more through chancing your luck.
Shrewdness slyness and winning.Having more than someone ele.
The values then?
Heart of man....represents common humanity each beating
yet has become associated with 'love' not unconditional
but winning...stealing the tart's hearts.Jammy dodging.artful heartful dodging
.They are maybe four clans with flags .Just as the chess game is black n white
cards are black or red.Both logos strong on white backgrounds
and represent opposing armies or clans or tribes or families.
Winners or losers chancing will tell.No God just luck n mathematics
odds n evens etc.
Clubs sounded a bit more social .But then I thought of the primeval.
Caveman with the club for smashing skulls or threatening with.
History has offered many versions of these from hammer to lacerating whip.
Studded like the club symbol perhaps with nails Maybe a rock ,wood or metal.
So an aggressive suite.
Spades for digging maybe the farming suite or the morticians burying the fallen.
I prefer though the farming idea for spades relate to being more grounded of the earth.
Recycling.Perhaps colour the spades green.
Diamonds .Clearly the wealthy or those of the coin.The valuable item.
Not difficult to visualize these four using the aces as flags for four armies.
raised by standard bearers.The community or mechanics of midsummernight's dream
are the heart suite.Perhaps I mean the common folk.
The pawns on the front line on the two sides of the chess board.
The diamonds are the rich merchants
The spades then the farmers
The clubs like Hitler's militia The military and weaponed.
Mmmmmm that's I think the rub of it.
Feel I want a more inclusive image or maths that of Edward de Bono and the musical stave
these offer a larger rainbow of colours and aesthetics of none competitivenss.Away from tribalism is the hope of harmony reflection and mutual sharing or the feast.The two suites of spades n hearts get my love whilst the clubs and the diamonds are the deceivers I fear.
Saturday, 3 January 2015
been a year since I last used this blog
Blues for three friends
all stuck at home
through illness
inspired by an album
i asked for for Christmas
No plan b by Van Morrison
so find a blues track and create your own backing for these words its a blues
Feel I got me a whole lot of happy
Lot of peace way in my soul
Yeah I got me a whole lot of happy
Deep deep peace down in my soul
Think I got to find me some fine musicians
Help me play my rock n roll
I got three friends upon this earth
a privilege to watch them growing old
Yeah got me some good old friends
I get to watch them growing old
Ken Hodgson,George Thomson,Cameron Mcleod
don't get around much anymore
Ken he had two heart bye-passes
now he got cancer of the blood
Ken he had him quintuple heart by pass
now he got leukemia in his blood
He once created the National Acrylic Painters
it was a holy brotherhood
George a famous painter painted Venice
Chester and the Dee
George a very kindly painter and one who always
sponsored me
he has had him hip replacements
Now uses a magnifying glass to see
Cameron used to mend the railway
and engineer between the rails
Repaired the Mersey railway
he was a sparks betwixt the rails
Retired and got knocked over
and put on a little weight
Each of these men have been a blessing
encouraged me in all I do
These angels that God sent me
helped me in all I did
I want to play blues harp for them
psalms to heaven can't be hid
In this life we undervalue
all the kindness we receive
in this life we fail to value
all the gifts that we receive
Just a few who will encourage
and who help us to believe
I sing my blues to heaven
and to a God who knows me well
I write this psalm for my friends
who have kept me from life's hell
If it weren't for ken the evangelist
and for George and Cameron's good selves
Lord I pray for our forgiveness
so many things we all get wrong
Lord I pray for our forgiveness
and I suspect we ain't got long
And I know and yes I understand
I cannot fix it with a song
Thankyou God way up in heaven
and the souls trapped in their room
Thankyou Jesus for salvation
and my friend who cannot roam
Oh when the glory train goes by
Come gather our souls and take us to your home.
AMen
all stuck at home
through illness
inspired by an album
i asked for for Christmas
No plan b by Van Morrison
so find a blues track and create your own backing for these words its a blues
Feel I got me a whole lot of happy
Lot of peace way in my soul
Yeah I got me a whole lot of happy
Deep deep peace down in my soul
Think I got to find me some fine musicians
Help me play my rock n roll
I got three friends upon this earth
a privilege to watch them growing old
Yeah got me some good old friends
I get to watch them growing old
Ken Hodgson,George Thomson,Cameron Mcleod
don't get around much anymore
Ken he had two heart bye-passes
now he got cancer of the blood
Ken he had him quintuple heart by pass
now he got leukemia in his blood
He once created the National Acrylic Painters
it was a holy brotherhood
George a famous painter painted Venice
Chester and the Dee
George a very kindly painter and one who always
sponsored me
he has had him hip replacements
Now uses a magnifying glass to see
Cameron used to mend the railway
and engineer between the rails
Repaired the Mersey railway
he was a sparks betwixt the rails
Retired and got knocked over
and put on a little weight
Each of these men have been a blessing
encouraged me in all I do
These angels that God sent me
helped me in all I did
I want to play blues harp for them
psalms to heaven can't be hid
In this life we undervalue
all the kindness we receive
in this life we fail to value
all the gifts that we receive
Just a few who will encourage
and who help us to believe
I sing my blues to heaven
and to a God who knows me well
I write this psalm for my friends
who have kept me from life's hell
If it weren't for ken the evangelist
and for George and Cameron's good selves
Lord I pray for our forgiveness
so many things we all get wrong
Lord I pray for our forgiveness
and I suspect we ain't got long
And I know and yes I understand
I cannot fix it with a song
Thankyou God way up in heaven
and the souls trapped in their room
Thankyou Jesus for salvation
and my friend who cannot roam
Oh when the glory train goes by
Come gather our souls and take us to your home.
AMen
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