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Grist for the Mill

Daily Prompt: Imperfection
by michelle w. on April 10, 2013

Imperfections — in things, in people, in places — add character to life. Tell us about an imperfection that you cherish.

This Daily Prompt has landed late in my inbox and I am away to my bed shortly with an early start to negotiate. What to write? What imperfection springs to mind in this moment? Something that I cherish.

All of it. All of the imperfection. I cherish it all. Every piece of broken me.

Call it Grist for The Mill. Compost in which to plant a seed for growth.
Every time I was imperfect, every imperfect thought, every imperfect deed, was an opportunity for me to let go of the ideal of perfection.The attainment of an elusive enlightenment. The road to Heaven.

To let go of the idea that I had to become something. Be somebody. Get there.

All of those imperfections, dancing vicariously at the edge of my mind, taunting me with a reflection of the lack of perfection that I am. All of them are who I am.

Perfect imperfection.

I said I cherish it all.

I lied.

I don’t. I want to but I don’t.

If only I could sit more comfortably with it. Accept it. Let go of the strain of trying.

I struggle with the lack of perfection in me. I criticise myself too much, too often and it becomes a weight at times.

Unbearable heaviness of being.

Intellectually I can be very Zen about it but in my body there is anxiety. Fear. It is a deeply rooted thing and my journey towards letting go has lasted this long and I still carry it.

It has made me who I am today.

I should be grateful but I am not.

I don’t like this inner doubt. This gnawing aching sense that all is about to crumble into dust. This shadow that wraps itself around my core.

This is my way. This is my being.

Vulnerable. Scared. Open. Uncertain.

I want peace. I want to sit and just be still. With it all.

I want to let go.

I want with all of my heart to cherish all of ME in all my imperfection.

There is work still to be done.

“The suffering comes when you try to hold onto continuity. Our lives are grist for the mill. Grist for the mill.”  Ram Dass

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No Way Hosé

Daily Prompt: Do-over!
by michelle w. on April 9, 2013

Go back to a blog post you always thought could be better, or were unsatisfied with — now, fix it.

In a word, NO!

Yes you heard me.

Sod Off Daily Prompt.
Not that I don’t see where you are coming from in this. Everything can I am sure be improved by another look, from a different place and perhaps a different time, but do you really expect me to have in my consciousness a singular blog that was unsatisfactory…so bad that it has kept me awake nights seeking out only the prompt of a higher being to allow me to write the wrongs.(Yes, I know what I did there ;))

Quite frankly Daily Prompt I am surprised at you. You must by now be aware of my ‘in the moment’ philosophy when it comes to writing. This stuff can’t be edited. How very dare you. Each stroke of the keyboard is a flick of the artists brush and each complete work a statement of the Here and Now that represents the conscious flow of this fledgling writer.

Would you ask Kerouac to edit On the Road or Ginsberg to take another look at Howl? No you bloody well wouldn’t and whilst I accept that I am in no way as highly regarded, well known or frankly that bothered about by anyone other than my 3 readers, as those two luminaries, I will not relinquish my right to art in it’s pure form. This form. Unedited.

Like a thought my blog comes into being and like a thought it passes. Such is life and what happens happens. Sometimes I get a comment. Sometimes more. Oftentimes very little takes place.

Care I one iota. No?

Why?

Because right now, here at this still-point in time, I am writing for me…wholly and unashamedly for me.

Life is hard right now and every time I sit and pen a blog I escape from that overwhelming reality.
It has become a kind of meditation…a way of practicing being in the moment…fully and consciously.

This moment.

Not last Thursdays moment.

So.

NO!

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Sing Your Heart Out

Daily Prompt: Alma Mater
by michelle w. on April 7, 2013

You’ve been asked to speak at your high school alma mater — about the path of life. (Whoa.) Draft the speech.

For the first time since I joined WordPress I must admit to feeling a little bit left out this fine sunny Sunday afternoon. We don’t do High School here in the UK and I am going to have to look up Alma mater because we sure as hell don’t do them either.

( Pause for a moment Dear Reader, whilst I Google the phrase Alma Mater)

OK, according to those very clever folks at Merriam Webster this is the answer:

1: a school, college, or university which one has attended or from which one has graduated

2: the song or hymn of a school, college, or university

Here in the UK we would call this a Secondary School and refer to it as ‘the one I used to go to’, just so as you know 😉 and the song…well I don’t know a Secondary School with it’s own song so I have no idea there. I am sure some of the ‘better orf’ (Imagine the Queen saying it!) schools like Eton have songs but as I am from Irish working class roots I would not be able to comment there.

Now that I am up to speed my only choice is this. Do I write a speech about the Path of Life or get really creative and head of to a Secondary School with a Song about the Path of life, killing two birds with one stone.?

As I write, and this is my style it seems thus far, the ‘make shit up as you go without really thinking it through style’, I am inclined to postulate, in a somewhat inspired in the moment kind of way, that my proposal would look something like this.

I turn up to the school two days prior to the event at which the speech is to be given. I work with all of the students who are about to Graduate or move on up to the next opportunity, be it work, education.

I bring my Guitar and some percussion items and I tell them about the Axis of Awesome.
(See Below…the rest of the Blog without the video does not work..YOU MUST WATCH IT)

Then, using their own words, which we would create in a free writing workshop, using Rap, Poetry and written texts, we would create a School Anthem, which  at it’s heart contained lessons for the path of life and because the words would be theirs it would carry more meaning and hope for them as they stepped forward into a future I will never know.

One thing I have learned from raising three children of my own to Adulthood is that young people are Awesome. I would through the workshops aim to help them find their voices both literally and metaphorically. We would have a wonderfully deep and profound two days.

Better than some old fart who has been there (where?) and done that (what?) offering them a bunch of platitudes about …well you know.

So we’d meet up for the Graduation and I would approach the lectern, suitably attired in my best worsted jacket with leather elbow patches, glasses perched on the tip of my nose and a baton in my hand disguised as a prompter.

I would cough twice and tap the lectern, which would be our pre-arranged signal to break into song, accompanied by already strategically positioned musicians.

It would hopefully sound something like this (Not mine unfortunately but what I would hope for)  and they would ‘Sing Their Hearts Out’

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Infinity Loop

Daily Prompt: Third From the Top
by michelle w. on April 6, 2013

Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader.

Scroll down to the third post in the list.

Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.

As if by some weird quirk of fate the third Blog in my list was ‘The Daily Prompt’, which then instructed me to go to my Reader and “Take the third sentence in the post and work it into your own”

Click on the link above to see what happened when I did just that.

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The Daily Post

Daily Prompt: Share the Love
by michelle w. on April 5, 2013

Tell us about another blogger who has influenced your own online journey.

I am a new blogger and to be honest there is only one Blog that I can honestly say has been an inspiration to me in the short time I have been here.

Step Forward The Daily Post here at WordPress.WordPress

As a new blogger I am still finding my way around the place and The Daily Post has given me a great platform to do this. It prompts me to write and also allows me instant access to a host of other writers trying the same thing. It is through the DP that I have found followers and have also found bloggers to follow. It is as I said too early for me to ascribe the tag of ‘Inspirational’ to any of those but there are most definitely bogs I like and am finding myself drawn too.

I am all too aware that there is a huge wild and untamed bloggerverse out there for me to yet discover. Writers who need no prompts or choose to work without them. Novelists of every genre. Political commentary. Surrealism. Avant Garde.

You name it, it will be out there.

My general take on things is to go with the flow and so I allow the breeze that blows here in WordPress, to gently nudge me here and there.

As I blog on two fronts, one photographic and one written I will offer up a short list of bloggers I am currently drawn too and suspect I will remain connected to.

In Photography these are my current regular ports of call. Click on the image to visit them.

Up first is Adrian at Cornwall Photography. Often stunning and always evocative images of a part of the world I love dearly.

Here below is the work of Karen McRae. Subtle and imbibed with a strong sense of her connection to nature, her work is very beautiful.

John Pickles lives and works in the English, Lake District. His love of the place is evident in his work and he gets extra bonus points for shooting film 😉

Other Blogs I have been drawn to in my short time here are as follows.

http://vastlycurious.com/  Sometimes your instincts just take you to a place where you feel a connection.

http://myatheistblog.wordpress.com/ Honest, forthright and very funny with it.

http://notsoprompt.wordpress.com/ A fellow Northerner, easy writing style and a variety of subject matter.

http://magpiecinema.wordpress.com/ Independent Cinema’s finest and a real life friend too.

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TV Heaven

Daily Prompt: The Transporter
by michelle w. on April 4, 2013

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

It’s the school holidays. Somehow mum and Dad work the child care shift between them, mum works nights at the hospital, whilst dad is a butcher during the day at the Wall’s factory in Hyde, just outside Manchester. That means after brekky dad’s off to work and mum is off to bed. Time for the TV. Every morning the selection is the same. It’s the holiday schedule and we love it. Short bursts of magic. Gives mam a break and then we will eat lucnh before heading off outside for the rest of the day to catch up with schoolmates and play Football or Cowboys and Indians or Soldiers.

Each of those summer time progammes can be brought to my mind in an instant by the theme tune.

I can still sing them now many moons later or hum the melody where there were no lyrics.

These tunes may have no significance to you whatsoever and I am wondering whether providing clips is worthwhile. Having wondered, I have decided I am going to share them purely because for me this is a selfish trip down memory lane.

The morning would always begin with Robinson Crusoe and this lilting melody.

We would watch enthralled every week as our hero would try to find new ways to adapt to life on a desert island.

Then came the madness that was the Banana Splits.

I am sure at some deeply subliminal level The Banana Splits are responsible for most of my Anarchic behaviour in life. That’s my excuse anyway and I’m sticking to it.

Next up were the foreign films, which varied depending on the day, if memory serves me right.

White Horses. All I remember is the song and a beautiful young girl. Oh and Horses. White ones. Lots of them.

The Flashing Blade. Lots more horses and Cavalier types charging around and fighting in badly dubbed English. Marvelous.

Belle et Sebastion

So there it is. It is interesting to try and somehow convey this time and I suspect that the use of You Tube in some way takes from the narrative. It may have been more challenging for me to take you back to that time without the aid of the music itself.

This whole experience of revisiting that time has left me feeling wistful and I look upon the young Mr Scribbles in that photo (3rd from the right and seated) and cannot reconnect with that moment at all. I have a memory of then that is more vague than the TV shows I write here about. I remember it being an unusually sunny day and a neighbour wanting to take a photo of our play gang. That’s it. I don’t know who he was and I can only identify some of the people in the photo. Family members.

That young Mr Scribbles was looking forward and here I sit 40 odd years later looking back.

Life huh?

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The only way is out, baby.

Daily Prompt: Escape!
by michelle w. on April 3, 2013

Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).

 

I have already escaped. There was no plan. It was kind of an evolutionary move.

I have removed myself from the capitalist mindset that drives a significant proportion of the planet.

I have renounced totally and unequivocally all things material. Well the bits I don’t like anyhow.

I am keeping my van. It is useful. I am keeping my drums too.

They are the tools of my trade.They live in the van.

Of course I must keep my PC and my mobile phone.

How else would I blog Dear Reader?

My camera stays too because I would look very stupid owning a Photography Blog with no camera.

Yes I could use the phone but cameras look way more cool. Especially old film ones.

Then you can say ‘I am an Artist dahling’ at strangers who pass and ask.

Not that I am in any way bothered about how cool I look.

I am above all that nonsense now.

I will also drink an occasional cappuccino.

It will be necessary to relieve the stress of having totally given up everything.

Everything, I tell you. Apart from those essential things outlined above.

Those and the tobacco ( see cappuccino) and the occasional beer ( see tobacco) and

of course I have to eat so I may as well make sure it is quality produce.

I am now totally free from the power of advertising and the deeply subliminal tentacles of the media machine. Except when it comes to sport. Then I’m fucked to be honest.

I’m like some kind of Pavlovian sports experiment. If it appears, I will watch it.

I don’t watch anything else on TV though. Well not much.

I do like the Simpsons but they are subversive man so it doesn’t count and the TV

along with the house it lives in all belong to Mrs Scribbles, which makes her extremely

materialistic. In my eyes and absolves me totally from any claims of capitalistic

tendencies. Luckily for her though she has my enlightened being around the place to

help balance out her ‘Material Possessions Karma’

I would go and live in a cave and chant OM everyday, wearing naught but a loincloth,

but she would miss me terribly and so I have selflessly chosen to put her needs above

mine and to co-habit with her in this rather luxurious, fully furnished Yorkshire

Cottage in the Heart of the magnificent Calderdale countryside. Somebody has to live

here. I have also opted to eat a sumptuous 3 course meal every evening with her so

that she feels her cooking is appreciated. I’m that kind of guy.

You can do that sort of thing when you have escaped from the system.

When you are free.

So I will choose to live in the world but not be of it and I will meditate daily upon the

state of things in the hope that all of my fellow man will eventually follow suit.

Not Mrs Scribbles though. Somebody has to pay the mortgage.

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