I learnt this bit of trivia at school (Oooooo but it’s so not ‘just’ trivia now). For every calendar year that passes, a tree makes a ring of age (distinguishable by its unique colour), and it follows exactly the same year that we adhere to. Each ring represents another year of its life
365 days is what we humans decided to call a year (or so we think) and this is apparently because it takes 365 days for the sun and the earth to do one lap around each other (whichever way round that works ;))
Well well well…I’m sure this scientifically advanced piece of knowledge was not available to us back in the day when a year was ‘invented’
NOw for trippy point 2…This 365 days seems to have stemmed from lunar/solar cycles and must have held some weight for a year to be what it is. A universal scientific measurement of time passed that controls much of our life in terms of measurement (decades, university years, the new tax year, new years resolutions, once a month commitments…all expressions of the year or sections of it)
If we are not all connected, how does a nature driven organism (a tree, fed by the earth, rained on for growth, rooted in the ground, dictated by seasons ) somehow become aware of its passing of time, from 1 year to the next? Read the rest of this entry
Anyone who knows me well will not hesitate to confirm that I am a die-hard hater of exercise
1. I hate sweating
2. Due to a damaged nervous system, I sweat profusely from one side of my body only (having 2 sweaty pits looks like you’ve worked hard…One sweaty pit and you look like a freak, added to this, is the right side of my back being soaked whilst the left stays dry. I’m proper self-conscious about it
3. I don’t dig physical exertion at all
4. When you hate something, the brain is not clever enough to know you (apparently) secretly love it (as experts will have you believe). When your conscious thoughts about it are wholly negative, I believe the apparent endorphin rush expected during or after exercise is an alien concept. Feel good chemicals need feel good vibes
5. I always have something better to do when exercise is offered as the only other alternative Read the rest of this entry
I may tell you my name, I will more than likely tell you about some of the ‘tragic comedic experiences’ of my life. I will tell you about the places I’ve lived and the jobs I’ve had. I’ll (maybe) tell you a little about my brain. I may even tell you about one or two of the people I’ve loved. But, dear stranger, I will never tell you this…
One day I had my heart-broken, in the most dazzlingly extreme, life shattering way that a heart can be broken. I won’t tell you what happened after either, because you wouldn’t believe it…I survived. Just. I really don’t wanna tell you the next thing.
I will never give anyone my heart again. Read the rest of this entry
Hey all you folks on the tinternet!
I have written just 3 or 4 posts in 6 whole months! I’ve missed it a lot, and I’ve noticed that the more often I write, the better I feel. Plus, I still have a weak spot for them orange stars on wordpress…they give me a mini lift ;). I was writing almost everyday for 1 or 2 years before this gargantuan hiatus hit me. I was so self-conscious (whole ‘nother story). I think the creative section of my brain went AWOL
Ideas flowed in and out of me…normally
I was always thinking, always linking the ‘facts of life’!!! together to illustrate how the puzzle is made real… because of our inter connected lives, in terms of experiences, thoughts and feelings, schooling, families, institutions, careers, friends and lovers etc. Our similarities are wide-reaching, and bigger (more meaningful) than our differences. I truly believe that…
This post was meant to just be about alcohol, so I’ll get on the topic right about now Read the rest of this entry
The world was coming to an end
Were all given a time capsule, inside it is an a4 piece of paper and it reads
As we all know, we are coming to the end of the world and there is nothing we can do to stop it now. However, we believe these capsules may survive the chemical explosion. One day a long long way in the future, someone may find yours. You have 200 words at your disposal
Think of all the languages we have, great teachings, beautiful works of art. The internet, books, movies, bibles, history…All gone Read the rest of this entry
I would be too big at the back
I would have inconsistent and inexplicable oil needs
Prone to breakdowns during short haul journeys
My battery would be flat often, for no fathomable reason
Every MOT would be filled with never before seen malfunctions
I would accelerate prematurely (formula one styleeee) with ba mere tap on the gas pedal Read the rest of this entry
Christ Alive! And Seriously ;/
I know that walls aren’t what they once were
As in; they used to be a foot thick…
Which was dandy!
However, these big old walls could have changed the future forever (See broken woman to the right)
Nowadays, they are in competition with walls as thick as ice cream wafers…disguised as brick
Soon, the new housing estates will look like they are situated in the centre of a desert in the Middle East (peak of summer). The strange swirling mist that comes from heat waves, will distort the walls and the owners will put it down to the 45 degree heat…
Winter arrives; the dwellers become alarmed to see the walls still slopping around, with no heat swirls in sight, and many neighbours buying posh nets from the stall in the street
Because ‘Apparently they keep the heat in’
Seriously, I can hear the man snoring loud as a bleeding train, and he lives in a whole ‘nother house!!!!!!!!
At least it was only 169 words of tripe
Any comments, details, information or advice would be much appreciated, given the dynamics
I can no longer blind my eyes to it everywhere I look, everywhere I listen, everything I read and all the double meaning chatter, is there for a reason, but is it truth or pretend plan a.b.c.d?
The reality that is constantly showing itself to me, is far too sick and shocking for a person to take
It is entirely possible that ‘the schizophrenic card’ is at work, but my gut tells me otherwise!
Can something so ugly really have been going on? Still going on?
Dear Old Friends of Mine, I’m ready to listen and I shall be slow and meticulous in the art of ‘discernment’
For the Babies who did not ask to be born
I guess not then… and Thank God it was a story, a sick one, but just a story it was, or maybe a daydream, or the description of someone’s nightmares
A philosopher is born, not educated
A philosopher searches because of the inner turmoil they feel from first breath to last
A philosopher’s natural state is often to rest in sadness
A philosopher teaches themself that everything is an illusion
An honest philosopher will tell you ‘I don’t know’
A deluded philosopher will eventually implode, scattering infinite possibilities into the universe
A wise philosopher changes academic direction
A foolish philosopher drowns in their own open-mindedness, where the waves hold the infinite possibilities
A philosopher confirms nothing and questions everything
A philosopher was not destined for a life on earth
And takes an entire lifetime to find the warmth of home
Author – Unknown
After pondering on a vast number of words and deleting them all
I have just one thing to say
THANKYOU LIFE and ALL that reside in it :)!
(Or maybe 2 or 3 things it seems)
I’m not so thankful for my highly sensitive ‘bits’, but they are there for a reason…
I laughed A LOT last night and it was BLOODY MARVELLOUS!
I plan on doing as much of that as possible, as soon as possible, for as long as possible
Patience is a virtue!
Fear is a foooking nuisance
Hurt is a habit
Faith is a life saver
Once again…THANKS A MILLION 🙂
Love Dawny Xxx
Jenny was beyond excited 🙂
She drifted off…
1 hour later she was back in the room
The regression therapist barely got a word out…
“Me 1st…Was I a Jamaican Joint Smoking Smiler ?”
“I quote…You immediately asked 2 questions”
1) Want some Reefa ?
2) Where’s me waterfall ?
Jenny beamed at Lou and said… “I bloody knew it! I may be as white as a sheet now; but a gal never forgets her roots ” 🙂
The Inspiration page on WordPress is one of my favourite places to visit, and it’s never short on inspirational quotes. I feel there is something truly beautiful and priceless about nurturing another soul with a few wise words. So…I thought I’d give it a go, in the spirit of ‘paying forward’ what I’ve learnt so far.
Here are my 10 ‘Dawny Quotes’
1. If you are creative you are blessed! For there is no right or wrong in ‘Art’. No matter how awful you deem your poem, or the picture you paint… someone somewhere will think it’s fabulous.
2. Anger may well be the most complex and potentially dangerous emotion of the lot. Therefore, learn early, that when you lose your temper, you need to find your silence at the same time.
3. Faith in God is exactly the same thing as faith in love. There is not a soul on this earth who has lived a life untouched by love in some way or another. If you doubt God, just remember love until the doubt subsides. Read the rest of this entry
Music – My best friend
Music – The language of my soul
Music – My therapy
Music – My counsel
Music – My counselling
Music – My happiness
Music – My escape
Music – My love
Music – My atmosphere Read the rest of this entry
The conclusion stands until further notice
There may not be any further notices on this subject, maybe there will, either way is cool beans for me!?
At the moment my body is defying movement
It’s never gone on this long, ever, but I know there is some serious healing to be done
The greatest blessing to come from God’s friendship and our faith in each other?
I no longer feel the need or desire to chase life’s dreams
If my dream of being a columnist re-ignites, I’ll simply announce myself as a columnist and set up a new blog, simplessssss 🙂
I’m no longer bothered about my bottom of the pile ‘social status’
That is not who I am, only I need to know that Read the rest of this entry
The physical manifestation of a divine presence, has finally been delivered and confirmed through a ‘foot related miracle’!!! 😉
Never again will I question creation
For I’ve been blessed with a tangible and touchable slice of Heaven (courtesy of the textile department [up top])
My soul doth singeth with other worldliness and deep love, each time I see them –
Resting on my rug
Attached to moi, in a ‘heavenly-esque’…’feet meets shoes’ re-union of utter joy and wonderment!
When I was little, my Mum told me over and over that all she ever wanted me to be – was happy
I went through a phase of wishing that instead, she had told me she wanted me to chase my dreams.
Then I learnt some lessons, gained some knowledge, and experienced an awakening inside me…of ‘God’ and of ‘Spirituality’. It produced a feeling so far past perfection, there are no words to describe it, no words to do justice to the moment, no route out of it, or away from it. I sobbed tears of pure joy…This moment alone, made me what I am, and made my life somehow, already complete
If I go back a bit in time; I spent some years in the rat race, until illness took me out of it; and before I felt that feeling, I was struggling to keep up with the rest of the world, failing miserably and marching towards finishing my degree and getting a ‘good job’. Thinking I’d be happy if I could just get those 2 things ‘sorted’.
But; back to that feeling…It was love, unity, peace and maybe just maybe, it was a brief moment spent in the spandangly wonder that is the ‘One-ness’. For that moment, the upper level of the experience was perfection in its purest form…and the under current was a safe and warm message that ‘everything is OK’ Read the rest of this entry
Somehow…Someone has removed the back light from the scenery of that ‘time’
I choke at the thought of cutting you so deep
I wish I’d had the skills to deal with our explosions and your complexity; I wish I’d known then how to care for you in the way you needed and deserved, and to diffuse the sparks that our temperaments often ignited when we collided!
My instant reaction to all this, is one of intense hope and brewing shame
Regret washes through me, yet it doesn’t rinse me as it should, but drowns me instead…by intensifying and lengthening the flashbacks. The editing of our show has been re-worked…new scenes that barely registered now wipe me sideways, the depth of passion and crazy confusion is just so ‘visible’ all of a sudden Read the rest of this entry
“Mommy, I told Daddy I want to be an astronaut when I grow up, and he said…It’s a pipe dream!”
“Why is it called a pipe dream”?
Mommy was feeling a bit tired and was suffering from a severe case of PMT. Without much thought she said “Because pipes were originally invented to carry shite from one place to another”
“I still don’t get it Mommy”
“Well darling, dreams that are very hard to achieve are called pipe dreams, ‘cos you will have to wiggle and squeeze through 1000’s of miles of life’s poo poo, if you want to make your dream a reality”
An hour later, everything was suspiciously quiet upstairs and Mommy went looking for Chantelle… she wasn’t in the play room or her bedroom, slightly worried, Mommy called out “Chantelle, where are you?” as she opened the bathroom door to the following sight –
A pair of legs protruding just above the toilet seat, wiggling at a rapid rate Read the rest of this entry
I recently watched a documentary on some of ‘Britain’s Biggest Hoarders’
Being someone who is ENORMOUSLY affected by my environment, my heart immediately went out to these people, and the horrendous conditions they live in. Most of them have a space that is just wide enough to house them in an office chair, and their belongings are literally stacked wall to wall and floor to ceiling. Most had rat infestations and dead insects carpeting the floors
As the program unfolded, I was really trying to understand their problem, and the reasons why their possessions drove them to live in such a shocking environment. As the ‘helpers’ came to sort out the ‘gold from the shite’… I could see the anxiety leaking from every pore of each hoarder, their distress was palpable. Read the rest of this entry
Answer the following Questions…
What caused the event?
Who was involved?
What did Henry do to influence the process?
What was the main lesson, out of the 4 lessons?
Why did it happen?
A man in a red coat likes boats
Valerie was a radical lefty