Be like no other

As I was growing up, there was one thing my mother said to me repeatedly: Don’t be a sheep. Don’t be like everyone else. I think this stemmed mostly from her fear of my getting in with the wrong crowd and being scared of a liberal British society where it seemed to her, anything goes.

Lucky for her, that I was a precocious little goody-two-shoes who rarely strayed in to unknown waters. I too feared that liberal world. Observation was more my thing. Reading was too. But I’ve talked about the library and post office previously and their influences on me. The two Tolstoy novels in the house in Serbian and so on.

We live in precarious times during which many things are thrown at us through imagery, film, words – the media in general. Again, my mother would announce: Phantasmagoria! Propaganda! What to believe in all this information available to us. What is kept from us.

As for books. Follow your intuition I say. Just because something is up for a prize, recommended by a national paper, reviewed on a radio programme, doesn’t mean it’s for you. Do your own research. Find what you like. Read what you want. Sometimes you have to go to the ends of the earth for it. I do, especially for international literature – whether it’s in English or its mother tongue. Sift through the rubbish heap of information and source the one thing that speaks to you, that is true to you.
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Hold on tight to your dreams

It’s been a dark few days. Winter finally arrived. My heart gave in just over a week ago. They call it an event. I came home with stents and now a list of appointments are building up. The NHS is in full swing. I haven’t been in this kind of situation, personally, since pregnancy.

So, with at least a month off, there’s reading, knitting, noodling and doodling. It’s taken a few days for my mind to find some focus and I full accept that my body needs to rest. Although I reckon dancing is allowed. After all music cures everything. Films are great too. Anything easy. Nothing too hard.

I still have to get in my assignments to a new extended deadline. Conscientisation is still here, with me. I am also in the middle of revamping Gabriel’s Vision and working further on concepts and workshops PLUS a big deadline to meet end of May.

Meditation has become vital in enabling my mind to breathe in calm and take away worry. I guess if the flat I lived in was mine, I’d be contemplating decorating, so just as well it’s not.

I’d like a week of peace. I have flicked through various books and settled on reading for the heart, not the mind. I am imagining myself in Tuscany, outside in the sun, far from the madding crowd, letting the sunshine heal me.

It’s EO Easter and May Day today. Workers unite and crack them eggs!!

Hurdles not obstacles!

Colourfull eggs lie on a large plate at the 15th Sorbian Easter Egg Market in Schleife, Germany, 24 March 2012. The four techniques of designing Easter eggs - wax-batik, wax-embossment, scratching and etching - are presented to the public until 25 March 2012. Photo: Matthias Hiekel

Colourfull eggs lie on a large plate at the 15th Sorbian Easter Egg Market in Schleife, Germany, 24 March 2012. The four techniques of designing Easter eggs – wax-batik, wax-embossment, scratching and etching – are presented to the public until 25 March 2012. Photo: Matthias Hiekel

 

Books books books…

I’m wending my way through many different kinds – historical, fantasy, sic-fi, poetry, shorts, novels, academic. With thanks to authors, publishers, libraries and folk who have encouraged me through the decades. It’s encouragement, not the opposite, which enables a person, like me, who is a little bit challenged in reading and writing. It can help a person, at any age, to realise their potential and help them feel a part of the literate world around them.  Go gently enable…it’s one of the best things you can do.

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