As I drive to my place of cold
Morning sun streamsOver frosted fields
Recovery is a wing
Pierced by blades
Pierced by blades
Of winter grass.
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Monday, 18 November 2013
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Saturday, 5 May 2012
We Sell Emotions - !
My folks recently came back from a trip to beautiful Tuscany; a celebration of forty years of their marriage.
I was amused to see a bag which used English (as places here use other languages to add to their 'classy' appeal).
It's the stuff of Dahl or Blyton!
As a very young kid I devoured Enid Blyton's 'Faraway Tree'. Something about the concept of selling emotions rushes me back to the bright and magical lands that appeared at the top of the tree... Bustling market stalls run by wizened old men and sprightly gnomes selling swirling magic potions and, perhaps, emotions.
Funny. I detested all fairy stories and as a rule, still avoid the entire Fantasy / Sci fi genre like the plague.
Anyway.
How much for a couple of pounds of peace, two punnets of hopefulness and a slice of joy?
I was amused to see a bag which used English (as places here use other languages to add to their 'classy' appeal).
As a very young kid I devoured Enid Blyton's 'Faraway Tree'. Something about the concept of selling emotions rushes me back to the bright and magical lands that appeared at the top of the tree... Bustling market stalls run by wizened old men and sprightly gnomes selling swirling magic potions and, perhaps, emotions.
Funny. I detested all fairy stories and as a rule, still avoid the entire Fantasy / Sci fi genre like the plague.
Anyway.
How much for a couple of pounds of peace, two punnets of hopefulness and a slice of joy?
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
It's twins...
Possibly because of Belgium and ridiculous EU rulings about the shapes and sizes of fruit and veg... Siamese tomatoes are in short supply...
... so it was worth a photo
!!!
... so it was worth a photo
!!!
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Ode To Honesty
Fragrant cotton
Sun-bleached soul
Death black scorpion
Sting in its tail.
Note To Self #1
All those pretty fables about the warm glow of Doing The Right Thing?
It's all a vicious lie!
(Particularly when it costs over two thousand pounds!)
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Easter and the Joys of EDs
Sometimes it seems to me that I don't really have an eating disorder at all.
In fact, often when I think about it, I end up with the conviction that somehow it doesn't exist at all. It's all in my head.
Which of course, it is.
Kind of.
Celebration type days like today, faced with masses of food, unable to get to the gym after giving my body such a hammering yesterday, I start to question my doubts. (The absurd irony of having doubts about doubts doesn't escape me).
It is hard to describe the fear of weight gain after a few days of rigid control.
On the upside, driven by the fear, I went for a long walk in intermittent sunshine...
... and took a couple of (poor quality) pictures from the top of the hill.
In fact, often when I think about it, I end up with the conviction that somehow it doesn't exist at all. It's all in my head.
Which of course, it is.
Kind of.
Celebration type days like today, faced with masses of food, unable to get to the gym after giving my body such a hammering yesterday, I start to question my doubts. (The absurd irony of having doubts about doubts doesn't escape me).
It is hard to describe the fear of weight gain after a few days of rigid control.
On the upside, driven by the fear, I went for a long walk in intermittent sunshine...
... and took a couple of (poor quality) pictures from the top of the hill.
Anyway.
Happy Easter to anyone who reads. And to those with an ED, well... I guess there are many who will find today difficult. There's a whole other post in there somewhere...
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