What Now?

So there I was, eating me cornflakes enjoying a lovely cool breeze, and I allowed my mind to wander. Dangerous stuff that, when eating your cornflakes.

I munched and crunched, and with each bite I could hear footsteps across a gravelled courtyard. “Halt!” A voice shouted as I swallowed.  I took another mouthful, and heard the footsteps start once again.

“HALT I SAID!” bellowed the voice. I started to wonder if the voice was telling me to halt eating, or the imaginary footsteps, whoever they belonged to, to stop marching.

I brought myself back to my senses, and continued eating anyway. Through the open window, I could hear the gaggle of geese fly away into the distance, honking and chattering as they did so.

Maybe Goose Leader wanted some of my cornflakes and was commanding his gaggle to stop and try and get some. Its funny, isn’t it, the things you hear when you aren’t truly listening?

Bridging the Gap

This post
Has been deliberately inserted
To bridge the gap
Between Tuesday and Sunday inverted
Monday’s post was due to appear
But the stream of consciousness had other ideas
The time was right but the words were wrong
But that’s no need to burst into dance or song
The gap is bridged, so all is fine
Continuity goes on and so does time…

Well, that was another week! June 14th 2019

Can you believe it’s Friday once again? I very nearly missed typing this drivel post as my head is still on Tuesday, not Friday.

After last week’s luxuriously long weekend, this week has positively flown by… which normally happens the other way around, but I’m not complaining.

I’m still trying to get back into the swing of the whole blogging malarkey. You’d think after being off-line for so long, it would be easier to get back into blogging, but for me that certainly isn’t the case. Yep, I’m getting posts out daily. Yep, I’m visiting the blogs I follow when I can, and I even manage to (drum roll please!) comment on the odd occasion. But nope! I’m still lagging way behind in the replying to comments here. It’s all balance, and I shall perpendicularise myself in due course. Probably quite some time before Brexit, it must be said.

We’ve had serious weather warnings here this week. We haven’t had the weather that the warnings were for, but I suppose fore-warned is fore-armed, even for no-shows. Oh, there was a clap of thunder on Wednesday. We have had rain, however… but the nice rain. Don’t get me wrong, I love the rain, any kind of rain, but this week we’ve had the light sprinkly variety. Oh, we all got drenched by it, but pleasantly so.

The balls of fluff are back on the Lake – the gooselets, that is. Only they are growing rapidly now, and have become more neck than fluff. They still have a while to go until they become proper geese, but at the rate they’re growing it will be sooner rather than later.

Unless time decides to do it’s own thing once again. I don’t mind time, I really don’t!

No links again this week, but I will get some for next week’s post.

Happy Weekend once again!

Tom.

Escapism

Escapism is switching on one’s computer and losing oneself in the workings therein. The opposite is switching on one’s computer and losing oneself in its workings. That is frustration.

Escapism is closing one’s eyes, and instantly transporting oneself to a tropical paradise island beach. The opposite is spending a fortune on a holiday to such a place only for it to be the rainy season. That is Sod’s Law.

Escapism is living with the unwanted bits ever-so-slightly edited out. The opposite is living without escapism. Or just living… which on its own could always use a bit of an improvement.

Posted, in a hundred words to boot, for Eugenia’s Brew’N’Spew Café… the link is below:

Living in this World

The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it

That’s a roundabout quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, years ago. When I first heard it, I thought it a silly quote, but it didn’t take long for it to dawn on me just how true it is.

If we’re not destroying ourselves with toxic gases, we’re either blowing each other up, or shooting one another to death. We’re trying to take what isn’t ours, show our ‘superiority’, claim dominance, declare independence, publicly display our dirty laundry, turn blind eyes or threaten and control the masses with spoken or unspoken words.

In the midst of all this ridiculous chaos, everyday normal folk, folk like you and me, have to live in it and with it. We’re bombarded with all of this doom and gloom day in day out. We’re brainwashed into seeing just how bad it is to actually live in this world.

I think today I started to believe it.

Apparently, in December, we came to within a hair’s breadth of being eradicated out of existence. A massive meteor exploded over one of the oceans, away from prying eyes, but not that away. It has recently been discovered, so someone’s seen it. It was probably deemed unwise to tell us about it before the event; or maybe it was fed out to some of us but not all, and was swallowed up with some other gloomy scenario; or maybe there’s only so much bad news we can constantly be drip-fed.

I said I think today I started to believe it. I then thought again.

The world is a big place. The events we are being bombarded with are small in comparison. Even trivial to take things to the extreme. Next week something else will replace them, equally so important that we must be told about it every five minutes.

It’s no wonder our minds are warping when we’re given the ins and outs of every little detail from one side of the coin, and told not to share or discuss it on the other. Or we aren’t given the full facts, and then allowed to let our minds wander and fill in the gaps. Or we’re told what is right and wrong to think. All subtly, obviously. Major negativity needs to be subtle.

My. My mind has wandered. I blame the headache. In this country, smoking in the workplace is banned. Some of my colleagues think that doesn’t include e-cigarettes, so they smoke them in the office, even though they’ve been told that too is banned. I can’t stand the smell of them. They give me headaches. I mention it. I see blind eyes turn.

Toxic gases. Selfish people. Two sides of the coin. One world.

The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it.

But live in it I must.

I refuse to be swallowed up in the charged quagmire that I’m apparently living in. I focus on the positives I can find, when I can find them. Headache or not. I take myself off to my Place of Peace and Tranquility when I get the chance. I wrap myself in words; in imagination; in colour; in art; in creativity.

Someone negative will say I’m living with my head buried in the sand.

I say to them I’m living in my world. And my world may be flawed, it may be little, it may be confusing, but it’s fantastic. My positives outweigh any negative that is thrown at me. My light grows brighter in my world, and sometimes it’s good to just let it out.

Let it go.

And that goes for the negatives too.