I have to confess, I haven't as yet put much thought into what I need to resolve for this year. However, this morning, something came to me, alighting in my mind just like that butterfly, the one that flutters by.
I was busy with a soft eye-pencil, lining the top lid of one eye, and I thought, 'Oh, I should try my agent again.' Yes, I'd been trying to reach her but the line was engaged. But then I thought, 'Come on, Brenda, finish this activity first!'
I'm happy to report I didn't walk around with one eye lined. Instead I completed my make up and then picked up the phone. With good, reinforcing results, because there she was, on the line.
The thing is, I'm inclined to be sanguine when it comes to small tasks like that. I suppose my mind wanders. Often I'll be in the midst of making the bed, for instance, when something will pop into my head and off I'll go... So I think this is a good, simple resolution for me, and one that will be strengthening.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
A Clever Hat
Over the holidays I acquired a beret from dear daughter. I'd forgotten what an excellent thing a beret is... easy to squish in your purse, warm on your head and you can wear it at different angles according to mood, and even pull it down over the ears if you need to.
The last time I owned a beret was back in my ballet school years, a very long while ago. We wore a uniform of loden green wool blazers, skirts, cardigans, berets, with deep eau-de-nil blouses and dresses for the summer.
As far as uniforms are concerned, I'm not certain whether to be for or against. Certainly, knowing exactly what you had to wear each school day had many advantages -- egalitarianism being one of them. I see the Labour Party in the U.K. is advocating once again for schools to adopt uniforms. On the other hand there's the whole question of, well, uniformity.
I never minded wearing a uniform myself. Perhaps this was because the colours were acceptable to me, and the styles comfortable. But I always remember how my younger brother hated the grey of his first school. When he moved to green he felt much better.
So now I have my perky red beret to wear. If I were a man it would make me look much more French! That would be fine by me. In any case, I'll enjoy the convenience and the memories of my clever hat.
The last time I owned a beret was back in my ballet school years, a very long while ago. We wore a uniform of loden green wool blazers, skirts, cardigans, berets, with deep eau-de-nil blouses and dresses for the summer.
As far as uniforms are concerned, I'm not certain whether to be for or against. Certainly, knowing exactly what you had to wear each school day had many advantages -- egalitarianism being one of them. I see the Labour Party in the U.K. is advocating once again for schools to adopt uniforms. On the other hand there's the whole question of, well, uniformity.
I never minded wearing a uniform myself. Perhaps this was because the colours were acceptable to me, and the styles comfortable. But I always remember how my younger brother hated the grey of his first school. When he moved to green he felt much better.
So now I have my perky red beret to wear. If I were a man it would make me look much more French! That would be fine by me. In any case, I'll enjoy the convenience and the memories of my clever hat.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Christmas time is over
Time is such a puzzling phenomenon, don't you think? Or maybe, better said, our experience of time. Over the past week I've been content to just enjoy the days and nights going by, not feeling compelled to engage too much with work and the world. Slowly, this is changing as I turn my attention towards the month and year ahead.
I suppose that's what a vacation is all about. First you go through the process of letting go, then (if you're lucky enough to have the time) you can just 'be' for a bit, and after that you start picking up the threads again. Just as well, or I'd be lying around in sloth for ever!!
It's interesting (confusing?) how the past, present and future intermingle in my mind though. I find it amazing how a long-forgotten memory can suddenly pop up. Sometimes there's an outer stimulus for this, but sometimes not. Weird really. And I find it fascinating how people I've shared experiences with often remember quite different aspects and incidents, reminding me how we all see the world somewhat differently, according to the particular lenses of our souls.
One of the perks of being a writer is that we're given the chance to view the world from the points of view of our protagonists. It's a good exercise, I think.
I suppose that's what a vacation is all about. First you go through the process of letting go, then (if you're lucky enough to have the time) you can just 'be' for a bit, and after that you start picking up the threads again. Just as well, or I'd be lying around in sloth for ever!!
It's interesting (confusing?) how the past, present and future intermingle in my mind though. I find it amazing how a long-forgotten memory can suddenly pop up. Sometimes there's an outer stimulus for this, but sometimes not. Weird really. And I find it fascinating how people I've shared experiences with often remember quite different aspects and incidents, reminding me how we all see the world somewhat differently, according to the particular lenses of our souls.
One of the perks of being a writer is that we're given the chance to view the world from the points of view of our protagonists. It's a good exercise, I think.
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