Wednesday, 27 June 2012

The way from here.

I read a magazine article recently about the remarkableness of an ordinary life. I have been thinking a little bit about that today.
I was remembering back a few years ago when I wrote my first article (never published) about the poet, Brian Patten and consequently ended up driving him back to the railway station. It was here that my Irish side showed itself (my Grandmother was Irish) when I declared that I knew the way there just not from the middle of town where we were! The situation wasn't helped by my son who was 8 at the time and was bouncing up and down in the back of the car at the same time demanding to know if Brian knew the footballer, Michael Owen. Suffice it to say we did get there but I've never seen anyone move so fast when we did!
It can often feel like that with our lives though, I could have done so much if I hadn't started from here. We hanker back to what we could have done if we hadn't made the decisions we did or even married the person we did and become the person we are. But in order to go on from where we are we have to start from here. We may feel that we live very ordinary unremarkable lives but just a kind word, or a lift to somewhere for a friend or even writing that book which might help or inspire someone else really can make a difference even though it may not seem that much to you.

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Cobwebs

Having spent yesterday cleaning cobwebs out of my cupboards - we have a lot of spiders in our wooded garden - I now feel it's time to clear out the cobwebs from my mind and get writing. It's so easy to time waste or just to have so many thoughts and action plans clouding your mind like so many cobwebs that you can't 'see the wood for the trees' but in reverse i.e. too much wood not enough single trees. But at times like this so many things can help to get us focused. Firstly the Jubilee itself. The queen is so inspiring. She is so disciplined with her time. How many of us could fill our schedules as full as her and not be even half her age? Then meeting up with old friends and fellow writers whose company and prayers are like a breath of fresh air, filling us with renewed hopes, dreams and shared inspirations. Thank you, Clare. May your writing also be blessed. Lastly, time, that ever precious commodity. Yes, whilst the husband is out on the bike and the sun's shinning my pen is going to be scratching away on the page, no, really I'm going to be pressing the computer keys to forward my story. Thanks for reading.