A Life Online (Published in Avrupa)
Avrupa Times A Life Online 29th April 2013 And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life Inaudible as dreams! The desk now brandishes a muslin square, a pacifier and on my lap, a baby whose arms & legs remain contentedly animated, but wait, she is now falling asleep to the rhythm of my desk clock and the tapping of my fingers across the keyboard. How life has changed. Every single aspect of our lives has changed thanks to a beautiful twelve week
Hello Spring. Hello at last.
Life recently entails; sunshine at last and a dive into the garden with flowers planted and sun adored! Gosh, how long did we all wait for that one?! With the arrival of the sun, blossoms graced our trees, sandals made their way onto feet (not mine, I wear ,boots till June) shorts came out (the husband’s) and smiles brandished grey faces! It’s salad season as we shy away from root veg, we want greens, reds, pulses & watermelons! What else… writing at the desk with the baby on my lap, I’ve been working on an article for a week or so and
Forgotten orders make great surprises
This little gem landed through the post today, and what made its arrival even more special was the fact that I had forgotten I ordered it! I hope it’s as good as The Still Point- oh the pressure authors must endure after first time successes.So it was indeed a well deserved present on such a day in which my strength was being tested. What you can not see in this picture is my right hand which was at the time pushing the wretched buggy backward & forth, trying to settle my little one who at 6 pm hadn’t had a
Hope, excitement, creativity…..oh and soon a baby
Time draws ever closer to the baby’s arrival, and doesn’t my body know it. I sleep in a half light, a half thought, a half here and half there mind where I have no control over my thoughts and excitement- this is all mingled by the countless visits I make to the bathroom in the night as the baby fluffs up my bladder like a feather pillow, or in my case, a foot stool seeing as our little one has chosen to remain breech (is this an insight into things to come? A naughty Cranmer?). At 38 weeks; I do
also reading….. oh dear
It’s awful but I have a thousand books on the go all at once, a true reflection of an undecided mind as well as one that is tired one minute, needs feeding the next. One that is desperate for some intellectual stimulus and one that desires something a little fantastical, ergo a thousand (mild exaggeration) books all at once. The Husband has been showering me with books! He’s been buying me all the Joan Didions’ I’ve desired including Play It As It Lays which came through the post today! I’ve been enjoying her White Album too which is a collection
Slowly does it.
I’ve been at the desk today, desperately trying to focus on a review at hand whilst being physically propelled further away from it each week by a growing bump. The fact that I’m unable to sit comfortably for long spells as baby still insists on headbutting me in the ribs- bleeeessss-ouch! Please flip the other way baby, doesn’t help. But it’s so good to be at the desk. It’s freezing cold and yet I have the window in front of me ever so slightly open so I can inhale and feel the breeze (I’m wearing multiple layers of course). I like to hear the
Flight Behaviour by Barbara Kingsolver (published in Avrupa)
Literature | Review Flight Behaviour by Barbara Kingsolver Climate change, no, it’s not a dirty word; it’s a very real and obvious plight. It’s that ‘thing’ that makes our winters wetter and milder, forcing trees to rot and fruit to blacken; it’s that thing that causes freak snow flurries in April and thirty degree heat -waves in October. We only have to look at our fruit to know that something is not quite right. Did you notice this summer how blackberries didn’t make an appearance until almost August and were short-lived? Or how fruit doesn’t seem to ripen in the
Autumn…even in winter
On Friday night, I happened across this beautiful Baudelaire poem whilst hunting for the right one for a friend who had a beautiful baby boy! Congratulations Alison! I hope you manage to get some shuteye! Winter has swept through in a sudden swooshing swipe of a motion, crushing autumn like the leaves beneath our feet, so here is a lament for summer and a dread of the darkness to come. Tell me if you feel its magic too. Autumn Song by Charles Baudelaire (Penguin classics Selected Poems) i Soon we shall plunge into shadows colds; Farewell, the
Returning to Sussex, in September
It seems a thousand years ago (September) when the husband and I broke away from the confines of the city (wearisome London) and made our way to our holiday idyll (Sussex) . Our skins reddened and blistered from the sun (we’re of a pale grey hue now from winter) and our thighs toughened from 6 hour walks along the river Ouse and the green rolling hills. The lovely locals were surprised that was able to do so much walking (hours and hours) at 4 months (a whole 2 months ago) but tiring days were counteracted by quieter ones at the lodge where
Seeing through fog
Today, we (doggy , a friend & I ) plunged into the fog. It’s atmospheric presence enveloped me like a thick, moist blanket as my wellies slipped, slopped and slid in thick mud. Beyond bent trees, on the forest ground lay the glowing orange and red of fallen leaves as the sky and ground blurred into one. Sometimes you need to be immersed in fog, to really see your way.
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