To and Fro

Tho’ time hast its own agenda
And the space around us narrows
The Universe continues expanding outwards
In life’s works its spanner throws
Where ups and downs meet ins and outs
As circles spiral onwards
And toing and froing interact
Yet all helped by looking forwards
Look back for lessons
Ahead for hope
And now to get things going
The question
The answer
The truth and more
Is all amidst the knowing.

Hope Starts At Home

The dream

The need

The wanting, the greed

The yearning

The hunger

The hope…

None of it is out there 

All of it is within.

The change for the better doesn’t come from what one has, or even what one does, but how one is.

One person may be surrounded by all the luxuries they ever dreamed of, another may be the sole person in a vast wilderness, and a third may be in the centre of a crowded room… looking out into their own worlds, but within, each have:

The hope…

The hunger, the yearning, the wanting, the greed, the need and the dream.

Everything starts at home.

My Creative Process

My mind races ahead of me at times, with ideas which at first seem easy and then leave me wondering how on Earth am I going to do that.

When I write my stories, the characters take centre stage and lead me down their own merry little paths, which I enjoy. They, the characters, put themselves in the midst of an array of weird and wonderful situations and then look at me, almost pleading, asking for help with moving them along. I try, but sometimes I simply have to leave them where they are as I cannot see a way forward for them as yet.

With my artistic creations I get an idea as to what I want to create, whether in paint, through the digital painting software, or even PowerPoint, and then start. And I then stop, looking at the blank space ahead of me.

It must be the same for both writing and art to get passed that initial block, although I’m not entirely sure whether it’s a case of just start and see what happens.

My initial idea’s there. The means to get that idea into some form of reality is there in front of me. And some kind of destination is there also, although said destination is an extremely fluid one.

But that first push is in a spongy grey area. It’s a soft stumbling block which lately has been holding me back with just a little more gusto than it used to. It absorbs the weakest of my ideas, and leaks out any feeble attempts of a start in a dribbling never-ending flow of self doubt. And this flow of self doubt gets in the way of my creative flow, bringing in turbulence, which further waters down the already fluid destination, splattering it into the mists of an increasingly murky future.

See what I mean? My mind – racing ahead again.

That future, as well as the blank canvas before it, isn’t set. It isn’t a solid unchangeable wall. It may appear murky or blank (depending on where one looks!) but it can be changed by the lick of a brush, the stroke of a pen or the click of a key on a keyboard. I just need to remind myself of that more often. It’s that sponge at the very beginning I need to focus on… to dissolve it away. It doesn’t matter if I create rubbish – the rubbish can be changed; amended; even re-done if needed. After all, that’s the creative process.

It’s a shame to be held back by a sponge, isn’t it? I think I should just dive in once again and see what happens.

Nice for the Time of Year

Questions needed answers
Thoughts needed to be filed
So I lay back and listened
To some music for a while
Looking for a meaning
I settled nice and still
Nothing was forthcoming
‘Though I was very chilled
I asked out for a question
Or a sign, loud and clear,
When a single thought came to me
“It’s nice for the time of year”!