Sleep is wonderfully restorative. I was not coping at all this afternoon so I took a nap. Quite a long one, as it turned out. From a groggy awakening to the gathering dusk, I still have the odd yawn or two but my brain is alert and busy. I need to do something to change the way things are, or just... Sign in to see full entry.
I find myself, in responding to another's post, telling her not to be so hard on herself. I have had another of those difficult weeks which would not be at all difficult if only I could happily just 'roll over' (this has been said to me), and be content. Worse at the weekend, which was 'loud.' All... Sign in to see full entry.
When life gets to me, I go into myself. Sometimes good things come out of it, sometimes not. While I am going through it, it is tough. Somehow, things interconnect, and I wake up to another day and get going. This evening I am still upset over a weekend that is best forgotten. Then I looked at... Sign in to see full entry.
Time to say goodnight. I can't read any more, my brain is fried. Or Freud. I don't seem to have done much today, not even laundry. But I've been thinking about writing something on shadow-people - those you never can quite work out. Negative feelings about others are supposed to be (but not always)... Sign in to see full entry.
One of my interests - probably understated - is the late and very engaging C G Jung (of analytical psychology... yes, that one). I was reading about the shadow. This is that part of ourselves that we need to recognise, understand, and learn to work with, without either pretending it doesn't exist... Sign in to see full entry.
As part of the ongoing Poopyhead/Poppyhead research project, I'm going to have some warm milk and go to bed - got to get my beauty sleep. It's night-time in topsy-turvy land. Goodnight all. Sign in to see full entry.
Well, the tumble dryer did its worst, and I survived. It ate three socks (or did I say two), and twisted one t-shirt. No colour runs this time, I've worked out the dirty tricks it plays, in cohoots with the top-loader. You just have to be around to listen to the beep that tells you the mixed wash is... Sign in to see full entry.
First a nod to Julia who started it all, and to Oddbeats who came up with Poppyhead. Take a look at.dave. and the Poopyhead Papers if you don't know what I'm talking about. I think of it as market research. I left blogit fifteen minutes ago and made a cup of tea and a piece of marmalade toast. I'm... Sign in to see full entry.
Alone on a Wednesday, Eight o’clock, You haven’t even called. This is how I live, alone The way I am used to Because you are seldom here Until late. Tonight you didn’t trouble to call. And I sit, waiting and waiting. Stay home, wait, be a good girl, Hide your sadness, Never complain. Don’t mind... Sign in to see full entry.
Early this evening I had a short phone conversation with my mother. They are usually quite long, but she has a sore throat. It's winter now in the northern hemisphere after all. She was feeling the loss of her older sister, whose funeral I attended on her behalf, a couple of weeks ago. She wanted to... Sign in to see full entry.