I’ve decided to do a writing course

Morning all, having a good weekend? I hope so. I had a rather disappointing day yesterday but I’m back on with the positive thought patterns at the moment.
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Choo! Choo!


My granddad’s pride and joy was his train track. He’d turned the box room in to his train room and it was out of bounds to us children unless supervised by a responsible adult. The only adult considered responsible was my granddad himself. After my grandma died when I was nine I spent a lot of time with Granddad, we used to go to model railway meetings sometimes. They were like fairs, held in scout huts and prefab village halls. I had a small collection of model railway magazines. It was fun, mainly because I got to spend time with Granddad Billy without my sisters and cousins, and I got treat to sweets and other junk food granddad really shouldn’t have given me.

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The Human Garden

Firstly, I’d like to mention the book The Way of Tenderness by Zenju Earthlyn Manuel, a Buddhist clergywoman and writer, which prompted these thoughts. I will include a review of this book in January’s book reviews post. I have been reading this book lately and have found in it some intriguing and resonant metaphors. The author describes humanity as being plants in a garden, each with it’s own form and identity, yet all part of the garden as a whole.

Such a beautiful image.


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Not New At All

This lady, she talks sense.

Fat Heffalump

Happy New Year!!

This is where I spend at least a month being absolutely astonished that it is 2015 already.  It happens to me every year, you’d think I’d get used to it by now.

I have a love/hate relationship with New Year.  I love the fresh feeling of a new year, all the potential laid out in front of me, even though it’s arbitrary.  I love having Christmas (which is a difficult time for me) behind me.

But for the love of all things sacred, I fucking hate all the resolutions, New Year/New Body/New Me, let’s get fit/get healthy/off the couch, the public announcements of how “good I’m going to be this year” bullshit.  It’s like a fucking tsunami of thinly veiled moralism coated in self aggrandisement.  It’s the once-a-year parade of “Look what a good cookie I am!”

Now don’t get me wrong.  I’m all for self…

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I am only resolved to act in that manner, which…

…will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or any person so wholly unconnected with me.

Yes, I did just quote Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.

Firstly, Happy New Year.

Secondly, thanks for reading my scribbling for another year.

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