Lizzie 'lizzie's' mostly through wording poetically about the indescribable energy which verbs as life. She calls this Love (in all its hideous and beautiful...
Heads down, heart-felt ranting follows! Anyone on YouTube who doesn't pay for ads to be removed, will probably have been exposed to an aggressive barrage of videos promoting better articulation. For less than ten minutes a day for a month. These ads are seductive, yet pit shame, inequality, embarrassment and failure against pride, leadership hierarchy, self-confidence and 'success'. And they make…
Reinvigorating 'Love is Verbing' with a lush green poetical to cool the eye, soothe the ears and quench the thirst for something less parched than currently being experienced in England and other countries...' Enjoy! GREEN CADENZAS The field is making music with the soft breeze its notes green arpeggios running across to a bar of hedge and into the crescendo-ing of willow cadenzas The beloved…
First, humorous imaginary p.s. on my last post from cow on a.i. regurgitated by my elderly neighbor Jean - thanks. 'A.I.? You mean artificial insemination of course. Totally unnatural, but an awful lot easier.' Thought that was quite pertinent on reflection! And it put things in a greater perspective. So it's time to put my ruminating on a.i. in its place (and to a lesser degree what I post here…
I masticated my ruminations post my last post. Felt I'd fallen short of truly put hooves rather than shoes on. Ruminants: goat, ram and sheep, bull and cow (and in a way humans too, see last post). I heard them making their appropriate noises about ai: What or who is asking us? So, although I don't speak their languages, I have asked, listened and drawn - with the help of Ted Andrews' bible…
Currently re-engaging with bovines in the writing of 'The Book'... First, there's remembering that our babies have the same gestation period as cows. Curious. That got me 'chewing the cud'. Which got me wondering if - metaphorically - humans are ruminants too, only our stomachs are our brains? Ruminating is usually applied negatively. But ruminants - bovines, goats and sheep - need to digest…
A last p.s. to the series of 'habits' posts... ... thanks to a pheasant and a poem by John Clare. It relates to the looking out of the window and feeding of the birds which happens before my 'Q.T.' (Quality Time) writing/journalling/blogging: FEEDING HABITS I hide my habits in a gown of joy which seldom makes me frown the birds pour ink into my pen my habits - like the pheasant hen - are dressed…
Following on from /habits-2 it occurs that... Habits are like children which you adopt, except you wear them. Don't let them wear you out! Like children they grow and you may eventually lose them. They may also find themselves getting handed down to your own children... I'm wondering what your favorite hand-me-down habit might be? And if you've ever been tempted to wear someone else's and whether…
My last post /habits-1 suggested 'homing' as an alternative to habits. However, inhabiting the constants of my day has led to creating a 'capsule wardrobe' of useful repetitive actions. I think the following is the best way to wear habits well... like my real wardrobe (all of 13 inches wide) only keep a few classic habits rather than having a wall's worth of trendy ones which don't really suit you…
I was going to write a series about habits and how I rather like them... Still do, and for me they're certainly more useful than 'strategies' (see end note). But I'm noticing that when things become habitual, acting is automatic and gathers the contempt they say arrives with familiarity. It's worse than that - the objects involved in habits disappear! My coffee cup disappears. Is it even a holder…
I got slightly addicted to blogging about blogging. Easy on this lovely platform since we're all bloggers or writers of one kind or another. I got indigestion so I'm wondering if you got it too? Overindulging on a wave of other blogging about blogging posts. Ah! And they even got my posts trending - oh shallow delights so sweet in the mouth but not so sweet in the stomach as they skew and dilute…