Three Elements

Beginning and continuation

The experiment over at Blue Moon Year proved, to me at least, something to begin and continue here. The Blue Moon Year Continues in my life but in blog terms it now becomes Three Elements starting on the Celtic New Years Day and as I outlined on BMY blog to include three elements in each post -

1. A photo every day no matter that it may be 'only' in cottage or garden, to  look and see  with my camera. Consider how to move this on by interpretation with line and stitch etc.

2. Write two lines and four lines on alternate days which try to capture my day ... my own kind of 'twitter'.

3. Keep track of me, mentally creatively spiritually by keeping lists of deliberate 'input' - books, music, radio, visual, physical etc.

 Air Fire and water they may not be but they are parts of a jigsaw I continue to pick up and  put together, my life.

Day 3 November

small cat through the night gently purring solace to the curled body by her side

squirrel digs up stash of nuts on cleared ground around waiting tree stumps

 

Slow day replacing energy used up in yesterdays driving and rather too much bathroom visiting through the night but took RnB to forestry first thing before the rain came in with force and took some deep breaths.

Day 2 November

rain danced on puddles whilst torrents gushed from guttering into gurgling drain

soap suds hot water repetitive hands moving towards piled neglected plates

red green orange yellow lime brown leaves falling paint landscapes in seconds

through rain meet friend lunch laughter sadly tinged with silence born of fear

 

Enjoyed watching last episode of Single Father via iplayer, such a good script matched by consummate acting from all the cast including the children; very believable portrayal of family life in the 21^st centuary suspect this will win many awards.

Continued dragging things out of dark and dingy corners…like the whole of the cottage it sometimes feels, reviewing their need to be here or not designating stay, give or throw. Slowly it does become clear that this is not just an idle must get this place straight activity but is an ending in search of a beginning which glances round the corner occasionally beckoning me on.

Small steps towards new daily rhythm begin to make sense and feel a little easier but ways to go yet, thank goodness for paper and pen, scribbled notes are fab way markers and make fun paper planes when I get bored.

After lunch meeting stood on the cliff edge looking out at the white horses galloping towards me and down to watch them corralled by the rocks below before breaking free once more to race away before regrouping and thundering forwards again, oh to be a sea transformed into white horses

Day 1 November

starlight sparklers soup silence sending wishes on the air with laughter and tears

sunshine leaves floating to earth whispering promise of transformation renewal

 

A quiet day of the small daily things of bins, washing, food preparation and the large things of sunrise, bird song, garden, dog smiles and friendship; midst considering weekends workshop on eco-poetry plus the physical ramifications of rooms lit by overly bright artificial lighting that others expect and take for granted. I really do live in semi darkness it seems.