I’m back at Open Minds on Friday morning (provided I can scrounge up the bus fare from somewhere) so I thought I’d better do the homework my therapist gave me at my last appointment.
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Tag Archives: Writing
31st March 2015
Hello faithful reading, I’ve been a little quiet lately haven’t I?
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This worry diary is making me anxious
What a lovely Sunday morning; chilly but bright. Continue reading “This worry diary is making me anxious”
9th March 2015
I think I’ve finally caught up on my sleep. I haven’t slept too well for the last month or so; I went to bed at six last night, woke up briefly around midnight then slept until nine this morning.Continue reading “9th March 2015”
World Book Day
My nephew went to school as Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead.Continue reading “World Book Day”
21st February 2015
Morning all,
I’m beginning to recover from my bronchitis; I went to the doctor on Thursday and they checked. My lungs are no longer crackling but the cough might last another couple of weeks.
And the interesting week continues
Hey, I’m back with an update.
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It’s been an interesting week
And it’s still only Wednesday.
Annoying myself
So, it’s official, I’m an idiot.
One of my coping mechanisms when I have stuff going round my brain is to write it down like a blog post then hit the little rubbish bin.
Except this afternoon I hit publish by accident and something was published that should never have seen the light of day. Luckily, only two or three people saw it, and one of them rang me to tell me. I’ve taken my rantings down obviously, and deleted the links I could find, but still the damage might have been done.
I’ve been ruminating on it for the last two hours, but now I feel better. Writing works as catharsis but I need to remember when it’s appropriate to publish my thoughts and when it isn’t.
I need to find a less risky cathartic outlet, just in case I forget. Again.
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.
