I-Diems

This is a page for (almost) daily thoughts, ideas, quotes or meditations. It may be my own words, a link to a pleasing or inspiring website, a line from a poem or book, a found object or song. No analysis, no questioning; just a small ‘minding’ that I’d like to share.

 

 

 

 

25 August 2017

A Different Outcome

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Healthy Biscuits or Ninja Weapons

Baking has always been one of the ways in which I escape, relax. I have baked while crying and I’ve baked when full of the joys of spring. As pursuits go, you can’t get a neater package of positivity – it is sensual, creative and nurturing…and the end results can be yummy.   I say ‘can be’ because these little dudes began life in my mind as The Healthy Alternative – sugar-free, dementia-avoidance oaty, environmentally-friendly little darlings. I placed them in the oven and waited like a child awaiting Christmas morning. What emerged were saliva-stripping flowers of cardboard that could potentially be used as marshal art weapons. Not the result I was expecting. But…

…I have laughed:

…at my husband’s look of concentration as he tried to find encouraging words – actually as he tried to even speak!

…at a friend’s instinctive reaction as he picked one up and threw it Bruce Lee-like across the kitchen.

…at my own reluctance to throw them out and determination to keep dunking them in my morning tea.

 

 

17 August 2017

 

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Drift

Because we all need time just to drift…

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Vacuum

No letter. No permission. No voice

telling you it’s okay to stand here,

still, un-tasked by the sunlight.

 

 

 

 

30 March 2017

Fragment thoughts

A fish surfaces
The wind subsides
Then picks up
A page is turned by the air
And nothing more
Beyond the fence
Past the woods
The school day starts
Parents drive free
Progeny deposited
Give way at the end of the lane
Rain falls on my page
Smudges the ‘s’ on ‘falls’
A sip of tea
Sweetness waits
Undissolved

D Sloan
March 2017

17 February 2017

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Couplets at Dawn!  Reading poetry on Hollingbury Ring, looking down on Brighton – a beautiful poem by Alice Oswald from Falling Awake, Cape 2016

10 September 2016

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Sister-in-law’s garden full of jewels.

The hammock swing under a blue sky.

Pigeons passing messages above me:

We’ll be here watching.  We’ll be here watching.  Sleep.

 

25 August 2016

 

Moonrise.

A bird heading home.

Van Morrison in my head.

 

 

9 August 2016

A teeny, tiny poem I often re-read is William Carlos Williams’ The Red Wheelbarrow. (Read it here at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resources/learning/core-poems/detail/45502)

This morning my mind was drawn to the poem as I thought about the day ahead and I realised how full my head was about thoughts, plans and analysis of…well, everything!

Many people try to find the ‘answer’ to the Williams’ poem as though it is a riddle. I like it because it both is and describes a moment in time… and I absolutely refuse to analyse it.

 

New York Dawn 2096My thoughts were drawn back in time to a moment that went beyond analysis when, before a flight home from a working trip to New York, I woke to the scene pictured here (excuse the pic quality!) I was heading home to face our final cycle of IVF treatment but for that moment all that mattered was the sun emerging through New York’s sky scrapers. There in my hotel room, I suddenly felt as though the buildings had been night-sentinels, protecting me as I slept and were now witnessing my feelings of trepidation. It was hard to pull myself away from the window to get ready for the day and my flight home. The picture now hangs in my home and is a daily reminder of an experience that transcended both thought and analysis. Everything and nothing depended on that one moment.

 

July 2016

Stop!  Pretend no names exist for these.  Feel the uppermost red on your skin, the silent blues an undercurrent of thoughts.  And where the white touches green, a stream of seconds in which you have forgotten even your own name.   Deborah Sloan

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Preston Park wildflower garden.  A moment to pause on my walk to work.