Sneaked-in Writing




Words On Wanting A Rose Garden

11th January 2020 Merely a trace of chest plague left, so I’m back to training and now my legs and arms have the pleasant ache of effort.
At work today and doing more sneaked-in writing.
Another fiercely windy day: witnessed a heron in perilous flight this morning, snaking its neck like a pterodactyl. Took my favourite long commute around the back of Colliford Lake where the sky was all freckled with starlings, and white topped waves frisked, and shaggy calves skulked on verges.
I am saying please let things work out well now. I have enough practice finding flowers at the roadside of doom, I say, no more with that now! Time for a rose garden, Universe.

13th January 2020
Third in a hat trick of shifts, nothing too demanding, just the having to get up early and being organised. The weather is all storm warnings - we sat at Porthpean watching seagulls in the shallow froth declining to go further out. We sat in the warm car, bellies full, with a happy client for she loves the wild weather best of all.
We are back at the house now and she is cooing to the thrashing rain, she is studying a soft toy. Yesterday she allowed me to join in with her guitar playing; I copied her two string tune as best I could and she laughed so much she had to stop play and lie on a cushion. I asked her if she was a zen master and her shoulders rocked.
This life is beautiful, Universe, I apologise for my complaints.





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  1. The way you use words... like a skilled sculptor lovingly manipulating his clay... never fails to delight me. Really. I soak them in like welcome rays of sunshine in a cold world. You are some kinda talented, lady. PLEASE write another book.

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    1. Another book is coming into being, almost at first draft stage! Even if it wasn't demanding to be written, I would have to do it to deserve these comments :-) xx

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