Loneliness Calls

What do you do when loneliness calls?
Who can you turn to when corners are dim?
What do you do when happiness falls?
Who can you talk to when darkness closes in?

You put on a happy face, until the make up runs out.
You cry in the shower, until the water runs cold.
You eat your favourite pudding until your thighs get stout.
You sing aloud to your favourite songs from Solid Gold.

A cat will sense your state and snuggle up tight.
A puppy will feel your empty space and lick it away.
A pony will gallop you across fields with all his might.
A beloved pet will soothe you the more you both play.

So dress yourself up
Once you are all cried out.
Eat a good pudd
Then scream and shout!

Home musings

If home is where the heart is

Am I heartless or homeless?

Do I miss home because I am not there?

Do I want to avoid home because of what is there?

Why do I not call where I live home?

Is it because I wasn't born here?

Or because those I loved were there?

Restless, reluctant, refusing

Homeless or heartless

I will never be able to answer this for myself.

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May this be the beginning.

Contradiction and Contrition

It is a contradiction - but I feel contrition for my life.
I have not done well enough by my kids. I have not made enough of an imprint.
I have lived over half of my lifespan, and what have I to show for it?
What have I really done in this world that would be written on my tombstone?
And yet in reality I have helped countless brands sell more, countless clients progress through my ideas for their companies, volunteered for over 15 years with an animal charity and saved and nursed countless cats, brought up two wonderful, charming, smart children, written stories and articles that many have enjoyed ... - so why the contradiction in my head?
Maybe we never feel enough self worth, which is why we keep on going, keep trying, keep moving forward.

Chocolate Treats

It's nearly Easter. The shops' shelves are filled with chocolate eggs of all varieties, and the occasional bunny.
The sight had me reminiscing.
I recalled egg hunts in the garden. Hiding all manner of chocolate eggs, big and small, plain and filled, in the nooks and crannies. Watching the delight on the kids' faces when they found one and popped it secretively into their basket or bag. And, once all were found, the joy or sadness when the winner was announced after the count. And then the messy, but totally joyous, eating ceremony.
Why did I do that year after year for my children and their friends, when it wasn't something I grew up doing?
Or is that why?
And I share a common love of Cadbury's Creme Eggs with my sister, which I only remembered this week when I asked her to eat one for me and she replied that she would "eat a few!" Bliss.
So guess what?
This Easter I am going to have an easter egg hunt for myself!
And be a very happy bunny.
Happy Easter everyone.

Abbreviating

For some reason, I woke up this morning ignoring the rain tapping arrhythmic music on the aluminium roof and the cat cavorting around the room as if possessed. Instead, I was pondering the trickery of the english language.
Why is it "I'm not" for "I am not"
yet
"We aren't" for "We are not" ?
Or is that "We're not". Are they both the same ?
 "I am'nt" just doesn't flow off the tongue, does it!

Easy and infectious :)

What is it with grumpy people? They seem to want to be grumpy.
And then try to make those around them grumpy.
Give it up. Be happy.
Happiness is infectious too.
A smile or a simple "How are ya?" lifts the spirits of both sender and recipient.
Don't believe me? Try it.

I was once greeted by a lady in the middle of a vegetable market. She approached me, recognized me, smiled at me and then said,"Hi. You know, you were the only one in 5 years at my job to even look at me, let alone smile and bother to chat to me. I will always remember how seeing you come in and go out everyday made me happy."
Of course, I was taken aback because, at first, I had absolutely no clue who she was. As I was wracking my brain, searching its database of random strangers, her words helped the penny drop. She was the lonely, sad, ignored car park attendant whose face lit up whenever I as much as looked her way. I made it a point to smile at her, or thank her, or ask how she was, whenever I could, receiving joy from her joy.
And this chance encounter, some 4 years later, confirmed my belief.
It takes so little to do so much for someone.
So go on. Smile. And stop with the grumpy :)

Little Sparrow ... flew away.

I had a dream this morning.
I was in a dark office (which one shall remain nameless) and came across a little sparrow trapped in the corridor. I gently cupped it in my hands and walked to the balcony door. Girls all around screamed and ran away, only one helping me open the heavy glass door. I placed the sparrow on a branch and watched as it flew off with 2 other sparrows. My sense of release and joy soared with the sparrow.
Now there is an obvious meaning to many parts of this.
It also caused me to wonder if there was a deeper meaning.
If there really are meanings to our dreams.
Or if we are sensibly resolving issues in our subconscious, so we won't have to deal with them in the cold light of day.
Any thoughts?

Forever Young

It's my birthday soon. I don't know about you guys, but I have trouble with birthdays. I can't seem to associate the age my birthdate tells me I am, with how I feel inside my head.
I was writing a short story, the subject matter of which helped me to realise some of the reason why that is.  And I know my character helps with some of it too - I'm usually a glass half full kind of girl.
But I struggle with the rest.
I feel that I have accomplished little.
That I have yet to fully grow up.
That I have no clear idea of what lies ahead, which by now, let's face it, should be well defined.
I think back and can't understand where the years have gone to. In fact, I am in shock when I count how many years I have been away from home.
Can it really be that I have drifted for so long?
Does anyone else feel so displaced?
Does it matter, even? Maybe it is good to feel forever young.

Relax

How do you relax?
Do you see a change of pace, activity, scenery as your way to relax?
Must you be doing nothing, or be out partying?
Do you curl up with a book and block out reality?
Do you cook up a storm? Go for a drive? Sing out loud?
We all have our own way to relax. And we relax differently depending on what we want to relax.
We relax our soul, our mind, our bodies in different ways at different times.
But ultimately, however we do it, for whatever reason, do it we must. For without the relaxation, the all-important recharging and energizing cannot happen and then life simply won't go on.
Think about it :)

Sharing or Cyberstalking

We all hear about the real cyberstalking - but how do you feel about the type that is personal?
Take, for example, an ex reading the things that you post on twitter or fb.
Or a parent 'following' their child?
Or a fan their favourite celebrity?
To the reader, they are merely reading what interests them, with, in their mind, permission from the person posting.
Yet to the person who posted, they may feel that you are stalking them. That you reading their every post is too intrusive. That you have moved beyond sharing to obsessing.
It's a fine line, isn't it?
Happy New Year.