How does the mind work?
When walking through an ancient forest
It becomes an enchanted land
Old stories echo with each footstep
A land held by giants,
Dinosaurs, mysterious tribes
You hear it, feel it against your skin
Sound giving sight to things long gone
Is the Fey tinkering with your thoughts?
Do you care that your mind
is being walked through as you journey
through this ancient woodland?
Through a time that lingers
For those lucky enough to find it
Treasure it. The woodland folk
Often bestow strange gifts..
©Anita Dawes 2021
“Plans are only good intentions unless they immediately degenerate into hard work.”
Intentions are weird things, aren’t they?
But between making up your mind and getting around to doing anything, a whole world can and usually does, interfere. Leaving us wondering why we bother in the first place.
So many jobs (or at least the intention) have fallen by the wayside lately. Most can wait and the sky won’t fall on your head, but there is usually at least one that if not done, will have dire consequences.
Cutting the grass in our jungle of a garden is one of these. If I allow the grass to grow unchecked, it could be waist high before I know it and my ancient mower won’t be able to cope.
With this knowledge foremost in my mind, I intended to cut it last night once the sun had set, and coolness had returned. Not only didn’t the sun set, the heat showed no sign of abating either. I was already suffering from the heat and the thought of all that hard work nearly sent me into a proper meltdown.
That’s when Anita (the voice of reason) had a brilliant idea.
‘Why don’t you cut it in the morning before the heat builds up?’
So, that’s what I did.
By nine thirty this morning, I had finished, cool as a cucumber and considerably smug. Even the sight of all the new bramble growth couldn’t dampen my spirits.
Now, where is that list of intentions?
It is 7.30 in the morning. The air is still, and cool compared to yesterday, and the only sound I can hear is the repeated and annoying call of a wood pigeon. I counted twelve that time. It is 20 degrees already and we have been promised another hot day. Parts of the UK have seen 32 degrees in the past few days, something I have not enjoyed at all.
My swollen feet and ankles look like hobbit feet, and the arthritis is running riot. I live in a cotton nightdress and cannot bear to get dressed. Cool showers only work for a few minutes and drinking water makes me feel like a ripe peach, about to burst.
Torrential rain and thunderstorms were forecast for parts of the country, and you guessed it, nowhere near where we live.
Anita cannot stand the heat either, and is really suffering. Every day the angina attacks get worse, yet we have not heard from the hospital about the plans for a new treatment. Lockdown might be over, but it seems to make matters worse, not better.
On the work front, I am trying to keep busy in between moments of desperation and complete despair. What’s the point has taken up residence at the back of my mind, and ignoring it is becoming a full-time occupation.
To give my brain something else to bite on, I am trying to switch our subscriber list from Mailchimp to Mailerlite, as I have heard good things about them. For some reason, they just don’t like my email address so not getting very far with logging in. Stubborn is as stubborn does, so they say, so today I will try again. If your hear a loud explosion coming from the south of England, you will know I failed spectacularly!
I am also reading David Gaughran’s free course ‘Starting from Zero, to try and improve our marketing. You never know, we might even get around to doing some, once the dust settles…
This Book Funnel promotion ends at the end of the month, so thought I would mention it again. My book CrossFire is taking part and so far has been picked up well, so thank you to everyone who now has a FREE copy!
I remember when I had wings
Before Earth became my home
When days were young
I had not yet leaned that time is my enemy
A parasite, my own personal stalker
Stealing moments of my life
Memories slipping away
Turning my steps slower
Empty space in mind
Filled with strange thoughts
That do not belong to me.
I feel I have twinned with another mind
Maybe one day, they might tell me who they are
I have learned many things in my latter years
That I never thought to put to mind
Mind, like an empty room
Has space for so much more
Why did I not know this when I was young
When time was still on my side?
I feel like a greedy child
There is never enough of the things you like
The heart and mind, wanting more
Wandering from place to place
Still looking for that special something
That eureka moment
that tells you nothing really matters
All thoughts turn to dust
Only the moment holds the charm of life…
© Anita Dawes 2021