Editing my life.

How are you feeling these days?

It’s hard coming to terms with the different guidelines being thrown at us on all levels of media and even in personal conversations. I was in self-isolation a week before the country was put into Lockdown back in March. It was a long time to be indoors with my thoughts. Like most others, I painted, I did some gardening and of course, I crocheted.

But now that we are out of the different phases and the country is on the move again, we still need to be careful. If I learned anything during my months indoors it is how thin I had spread myself to keep up and connect with others. No wonder pre-CoVid-19 I was tired, stressed and playing catch-up with my time. Like you no doubt, I needed another day in the week to get done all that I thought I needed to do.

So it got me thinking about my life now, do I need to rush out and meet so and so for coffee, for a chat, connect again with the world like before? In fact, I was reminded of how when I edit my writing, my stories are stronger for it. Cutting out the unwanted or not needed baggage in my work is the same in looking after my health. This was brought home to me, even more, when I had to be tested for the Corona Virus, only a few days ago. It was negative thank God, but the worry while waiting was horrendous as I have heart issues. Even after doing everything by the book, how quickly life can change.

The world will keep spinning if I cull my social media presence. So I took the first step and closed some popular social media accounts. Next up is my friends’ list on Facebook. I honestly don’t know most of them because of no interaction. The people I do actually know, I often don’t get to read their posts. Facebook groups are to be culled. I’d rather be active in a few than popping in and skimming many without any real quality connection. In my everyday comings and goings, I have been selective too. I’m not being mean or anti-social, that is not my intention. I would rather be a good friend than one that only pretends to be.

I see all this as editing my life. I will be stronger and better for it.

So think about the stressed-out areas in your life and see if you can make changes that benefit both you and those you love.

What have you learned during lockdown that can improve your way of living?

 

Our Weary World, (my thoughts)

Hey folks, I don’t claim to be a poet nor would I but I like to sometimes put my thoughts in a poem structure of sorts. When I checked the news this morning, my heart sank. The world is lost, what’s next I asked myself, and then as I opened a blank page to continue with a work in progress, the below thoughts came out instead.

Stay safe wherever you are.

 

Our Weary World

Beginning to adjust to the new ways, lockdowns, social distancing

And missing family.

Battles within fought every few days

To keep focus for my own good and to save others.

Waking up to days without names, without function or

urgency.

A diseased heart dictates.

I could cope just about, then.

 

Now,

Our world is broken.

Not by new ways but old that lived,

secrets in shadows, until the masks, fell off.

From a simmering pot to boiling dry.

Its burning smoke choking us in reality.

The time, when living drenched in unfairness and injustice was never

gone to be no more.

Evil thrived unseen, unspoken, uncared about.

Weaved through society, hidden beneath layers of indifference and I’m alright Jack.

The world is weary, it wants us off, to leave,

to let nature claim it back,

from greed, disrespect, and power.

Who to blame for ruining the pot?

We all point the finger,

away.

When we should point it at ourselves.

 

 

 

 

A New Chapter in Life

Howdy, folks, well I’ve finished week three of a very exciting chapter in my life. I applied earlier this year and have been accepted for a MA (Master in Arts) in Creative Writing at the wonderful University of Limerick (UL).
Am I happy? I’m over the moon. It is a massive and major step for me as I’ve never been to college and I’m (ahem) late fifties. So when applying I was nervous, doubtful, praying, and everything in between that I was, 

1: Doing the right thing and 2: I would be accepted.

Obviously I was successful, I’m here aren’t I? Silly me, anyway the first morning was daunting. Traveling to and fro to the university means an early start and I don’t do mornings. But now I’m up at six thirty and out the door at seven fifteen the latest.

Breakfast in UL

When I arrive on campus, I either go to the library (which is amazing and where I’m sneaking time to write this) or sit in my car (especially if it’s lashing, which in Ireland is a kinda given) and write. I am using my time more effectively and my energy for writing/creating has soared. I am overflowing with ideas and notes are being taken which by the time I get around to working on them, I shall probably have forgotten what I meant, the scribbling is bad in places in fairness.

Morning Moon UL

My fellow students are friendly, talented and top class. I am lucky to be surrounded by such giving people. Although any time I’ve needed help navigating the vast grounds of UL, everyone has been so helpful. There is an amazing air of togetherness drifting through the university, every corner, corridor, pathway is filled with wanting to encourage each other, to help, to belong.

 

I could go on but I shall report again on my experience. But for now, it’s head down and write, write and read. Wait until I tell you about my awakening in poetry, I can’t get over it, honestly you’ll be wanting to grab a poetry book and sink into it. All for another post though.

The Living Bridge, UL