And so, a different approach to curating this moment by moment life. I write in a soft blur that comes while emerging from an ear ringing, heart pumping early morning meditation.

I have been staying at my parents rented flat over the past weekend. This is a pause before the 200 mile journey back to my own home town, a time to spend reflecting on the experience of writing this blog over the past few months. A time to digest the emotional impact if these past three days.

I would love to taste, to express a more inclusive spontaneous and free-flowing life. Something somehow, more precious, right now.

Maybe this blog can help with my aim of opening my heart to whatever  flowers and withers within my vista.

November and December saw me meet an exhaustion of body spirit and mind that  although well masked, drove grey tiredness into the very centre of my bones. I have not written here during this time.

Sitting here on this first day of 2018, with the starlings and woodpigeon calling from the exposed rafters in  the adjacent, half finished buildings, with my parents asleep and relaxed in their bedroom, with the boats rocking gently in the grey-green marina directly outside this second floor flat window, I can sense a peacefulness tinged with the fizz of apprehension and the unknown.

Will they be able to stay here? Will they be separated by dint of ill health and old age creeping upon them at different rates? Will I be able to live up to my mums expectation of being able to sort out the social work assessment and  unravel the financial implications of increasing care needs?

It seems that my dear step dad will, probably, need residential or nursing care quite soon. Yesterday he could walk and hold a knife and fork and was content to spend hours   sleeping lopsidedly in his old leather chair. The day before he was fighting the wonderful, humble and gentle carer as she tried to wash him and change his pad, he was unable to work out how to unlock his knee joints to sit down and had developed a yellowish-blue tinge that seem ominously, unspokenly sad.

And now, with the scorched grass on the distant mud flats beginning to recover from last nights wind driven bonfire, with the plastic corks and purple glitter, with the party hats and burnt out firework casings absorbing the damp still pavements and walkways, I gaze out beyond these floor-to-ceiling triple glazed upvc windows and wonder what this year has in store.

 

6 thoughts on “Emerging within this new day

  1. Thank you for another fantastic post. The place else could anyone get that kind of information in such a perfect approach of writing? I have a presentation subsequent week, and I am on the search for such information.

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    1. Hi Alex, thank you for your message. I had no idea you are reading. Please tell me what your presentation is about and I will recommend some sources. Glenn

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  2. You actually make it seem really easy together with your presentation but I to find this matter to be actually something that I think I might by no means understand. It kind of feels too complex and extremely broad for me. I am looking forward for your subsequent post, I’ll try to get the hold of it!

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    1. Thank you for your message Herminia. Your confusion is maybe to do with a clumsiness within my writing. I am glad you have felt moved to respond. I have written more posts about my parents ill health in my personal diary, maybe I should add more to this blog site.

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  3. Wow, amazing weblog layout! How lengthy have you ever been blogging for? you make blogging look easy. The overall look of your site is magnificent, as well as the content!

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    1. Hi Beryl, thank you for the very kind comments. I don’t publicise my blog at all, so am very pleased and surprised that my meanderings have found their way to you.

      Usually I write a fluid stream of thought, in the moment and in the style of Natalie Goldberg, (who has some lovely gorgeous and inspiring books for you to read if you choose to do so…like ‘Writing Down the Bones-setting the writer free,’ or ‘Wild Mind,’) and then prune what’s not needed and then bung them onto the web page.

      The web layout is just a standard WordPress thing, so no credit comes to me really.

      I have been using this blog since about June last year (2017), and have been privately writing creatively for the past 13 years (since the turned of forty and decided I needed to stop moaning about wanting to write and actually do something about it).

      Thanks again, happy blogging and have a blessed day!

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