Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Can you rocketship me?

Can you rocketship me?

Or should I ballet all the way there?


What verbs are not verbs yet, but  really really should be?




Thursday, 9 October 2014

Contemplative Barbie

Barbie at rest.  We know all about Barbie's habits. She's industrious, well educated--busy healing dogs, delivering babies, being an entrepreneur and designing rocket ships. She has got it going on.  Stylish and in control sum her up.  She's a bit  messy-- at least she is around our house-- dropping shoes, cell phones and evening dresses as she goes, but I've come to learn that she's got another side too.

She is often alone. Occasionally, she hangs out in a heap of other Barbies, sipping coffees or camping, but more often than not, she can be found sitting alone staring out into the room, or the closet or the bottom of the bed. Barbie can be contemplative.  She understands better than anyone that between jobs and leisure, she needs to rest. She sits, plotting her next move or channelling peace. She must. If she can find the time to do this, so can I.

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Left or Right?

“Meanings is not important,"said the BFG. "I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.” 

I am not a night person.

My daughter does not really like being read to.

Combined, this means I rarely have the energy to read to her and she reluctantly listens when I do dig deep and find some energy.

We have found a solution.

She has started reading to me.

"Take a bite and I am positive you will be shouting out oh how scrumdiddlyumptious this wonderveg is!” 


The BFG by Roald Dahl is a book I have never read before and it is rather exhausting.  His brilliant bending of every word he touches requires concentration. My daughter speculated that he did not use autocorrect.  Explaining to her that autocorrect was not invented when he wrote it was really difficult.

She has got the stretch left in her brain to accomodate these inventions, I adore falling asleep to these verbal contortions.

"Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.” 

The RED print was her suggestion.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

We feed children

 "We feed children in order that they may soon be able to feed themselves; we teach them in order that they may soon not need our teaching." C. S. Lewis


Sunday, 28 September 2014

A place for that.


We are taught from an early age not to yell for help when we are swimming in case we unduly alarm the people around us.  I took this lesson right to my heart.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how I have somehow  trained myself to resist help.  Pride is partly to blame, never wanting to be accused of not being "helpful" is also a culprit.  For whatever reason, I feel compelled to tackle most of everything I do solo.  I repel help by not asking for it and assuming it's not needed, until it is.

I have, in turned, trained the people around me not to expect that I need their help and I have almost (almost) forgotten how to ask for help.

This weekend I needed help. I had a stressful situation on my hands (our hands) and I completely absorbed it.  My lips were trembling I was so stressed out, I could not think straight, my heart was racing.

Help!

I took my son to basketball. The sun was strong and gorgeous and we walked slowly  home together.  I asked him to help me, not by discussing my stress, but by saying yes to his request to walk through the public gardens. I kept saying yes to looking at the geese, and taking all the detours I too often railroad over. I asked and he eagerly took the lead.

I accepted his help and it helped.

Help!

When I got home,I asked for help from my husband. I said out loud:  "I can't handle this, I don't want to feel this way any more, help me get perspective."  And he did it, without question.  Just like that.   Within minutes, the adrenaline drained away and my whole body regulated itself again.

Now that I have asked, and they have helped, I know one thing.  I need to keep on asking and yelling for help.

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Prism

Green tinged sunshine floods the kitchen.  It blinds me for a minute  to the rotting compost and unfolded laundry (dirty and clean) just a short pace away.


My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?
Erma Bombeck

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Googly eye witness

Adding an eye to a piece of paper instantly suggests a mouth and soul are not far behind.
Without fail an eye can animate some felt, a sock or rock or a lock, even a scrap of garbage.
Attaching an eye to anything, can turn once listless objects into witnesses.