Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
(Or if you had earlier. It might be a bit dark and scary now.) You might have found me, scrunching leaves and taking photos. It was a beautiful sunny day and I had the Teddy Bears' Picnic stuck in my head.
(There are more if you follow the photo onto flickr.)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I've been down in Exeter for a few days having fun with HP and Steve and t'other HP.
These pigeons were hanging around like delinquent yoof in the middle of the Guildhall Shopping centre. There were loads of them on the wall and even more on the roof of St Pancras church. The church itself is a little corner of quiet surrounded by shops and people.
(It has a sign on the door: 'Please shut the door to keep out pigeons'. They'll just have to worship outdoors.)
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I'm having one of those days when it feels like someone says "Go!" when you get up and you're rushing around all day. I need to sit and breathe and calm down a bit, I think. Actually, my timetable for the day isn't all that pressured and it will be fine. It's just having three points in one day where I've got to be somewhere at a certain time that's making me feel stressed.
Breathe! Chill! It's going to be fun!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Actually it feels like it's been my birthday all weekend, what with my family taking me out for lunch on Saturday and spending yesterday with lots of friends, eating good food, walking in the sunshine and enjoying the beauty of autumn.
But today it really is my birthday. Yay!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Autumn Days by Estelle White
Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well
So I mustn't forget
No, I mustn't forget
To say a great big thank you
No, I mustn't forget.
Clouds that look like familiar faces
And a winter's moon with frosted rings
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings.
Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they're worn out and they're battered
And the taste of apple pie.
Scent of gardens when the rain's been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that's been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team!*
*This line was always shouted as loud as possible.
I had a look to see if I could find a school choir singing it on YouTube. I couldn't, instead here's an instrumental version with illustrative pictures.
Friday, October 10, 2008
I like birthdays! I love this time of year, the light, the colours turning on the trees, the sunny fresh days. I wonder if I'd love it so much if it wasn't my birthday? But it is and I do.
Maybe I should go to bed now.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
I went for a walk with my friend Liz this evening, as the sun was setting. Stourbridge Common on an autumn evening is beautiful. And after that fresh air and exercise and a good long chat, I think I shall sleep well tonight.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Words aren't working. Books don't work, it's like something's broken in my reading system. Talking to God seems pointless, I can't make the words express how I feel. I'm a word-junkie, I live for books. How can they seem so pointless, so empty?
The most meaningful thing I did all day was to lie on a bench, looking up at the sky and listening to the wind in the trees. I can't describe the feeling of the roar of the wind in the trees. It's more an image, a drawing, a scribbling on the atmosphere.
I give up on words. Today, they don't do anything for me.
I want a hug, a kiss, a squeeze, a shoulder to cry on.