Dear Reader

Any reference to any person living or dead is purely
coincidental, and not meant to cause offence , only to provoke humour, and as a vehicle to "get things off my chest"

Saturday 27 April 2013

Rozie Thinks About The Path of Life...

When she thought about 'getting on with it',
she wondered what stopped her really deciding on a
particular path and sticking to it.

Making an intentional claim to pursue a certain outcome...
She thought about failing, disappointment and hurt,
she wondered how she'd cope if things went 'pear shaped'.

She kept thinking 'I couldn't cope...I couldn't cope'.
But her inner voice kept saying 'how bad would it be?'
So in the end she realised that it wouldn't be the end of the world,
she'd been through plenty of difficult things
and come through them in the end.

Then her inner voice said 'clear a path'
so she pondered this... and came to wonder
if it meant something like the little creek she had just crossed...
the path being the flow of water
with lots of rocks in the middle.

She thought about the rocks,
and how too many slowed down the flow.
But also how having a few rocks made the water dance,
 splash and tumble in such a lovely way,
you really wouldn't be without a few rocks.

So as far as the path of life was concerned,
she decided to take on a bit of a challenge,
 identify a few things that blocked her path
and try to deal with them.

However recognise that some of the 'rocks'were
necessary reminders, providing some structure,
 and were important in a bigger way...
too much change too soon would be too hard for anyone.



Monday 15 April 2013

The Quiet Heart...

She thought about what she loved.
She realised that some of the loveliest things are the simple things.
Like flowers and candles.

But she also realised that she loved
warm gentle beautiful words.

The tiny bright points of light in the dullness of an ordinary day.

She loved them by herself
but she especially loved them when they were shared.


Monday 8 April 2013

Great Friends...

Rozie wondered about many things...
for instance

What to do with herself when the phone didn't ring...
When she'd said good bye and got a bit too mushy...
When she took out her inner turmoil (read hormonal behaviour)
on her work mates...

She thought maybe the best thing to do
is something along the lines of making a nice dinner,
 with a glass of red.
Having a long bath,
 and then consoling herself with a long conversation
with "Mother Superior", or" The Oracle" or both...

She was ever grateful for great friends.

Saturday 6 April 2013

The Sub Conscious At Play...

Sometimes she found there were songs running through her head,
their colours changing as they skipped and finally settled.
Finding a place in her heart and nestling down like cats on cushions.
Some were all about the melody and some
were all about the words

They were a kind of inner harmony to her moods,
 adding light and shade to the experiences of past and present.

A bit like dreams...
she thought of it as
"the sub conscious at play"