If walking through the park was something of a regular need for the daily constitutional, well, that is, I think, something I should be doing. And for better or worse now the weather is improving, I must make some sort of effort to get my body moving and my health will follow. It is I am sure something writers and artists always struggle with the whole isolation element of writing or making art only to find, that the whole goal is to communicate, and yes, the isolation is only good for the purpose of concentration on the finer details of what you make. I am glad that within the four walls of my apartment stroll two adorable cats, with their own idea of what enjoyment is. And they both individually select their place of repose, sometimes on a window sill, and sometimes snug up against the heater, balanced on the back cushion of the sofa. In my humble, and rather small reception room or lounge, I have the best sofa, as yet, having only purchased second hand furniture mostly, but, one sofa bed was indeed new. The burned orange colour of the cushions, is enough to make a person feel the warmth of summer sun. I am glad, now, that the ‘bargain’ in the heart shop, came to be mine, one drissly winter’s day, back in the autumn of I think 2012. I was lucky to have acquired it. Anything of true value will always be at least over the £400 mark, this one only a fractional cost at £40. I am all up for the recycle if you can, and especially if it’s for charity. And the heart shop holds a unique place in my own life history for my son, had caught some bug, as a baby, and his heart had suffered the distortions of cardiomyopathy. Enlarged left ventrical. The anti biotics and meds, ensured the heart functioned as good as near new. And I believed he would live a whole life, alongside me some of the way. And as we head toward a weekend of rapturous celebration of motherhood, I find myself left with a horrid sense of loss. When my sister and I were kids, we made presents for our mother, made her the first cup of tea of the morning, and raced through to her bedside, in a wholly excited mood, to see what she would say and the delight of her face lighting up with a smile, and the inevitable ‘Thank You!’ And why not? Why not celebrate everything, to do with the whole act of making a family. I am glad there is still some humanity in our culture. There is still some wonderful thing ahead, but, I am going to have to make it happen. And if remembering what is wholly good about life through my memories of childhood, revisiting places that do just that will be just where you will find me this summer. Sand in my shoes…
Archive for March, 2017
I have tripped in the sunny shower of light to the library this morning and so far, my wordpress.com pages are still up and running. I have separately archived my articles for these pages to preserve them and will sort them into chapters or some sort of diary arrangement and put them unhesitatingly into a paperback for whoever loves adhoc journo diaries..thoughts ..Love to you all.. as they say in America..
If this webpage is still under my wonderful jurisdiction by tomorrow, I shall continue to blog.. but, as of this moment, I am not sure of the ‘rule book’ over amount allowed on the free use basis for wordpress.com I have had so much fun, whilst writing blogs for this site, I suppose I overran the amount of ‘free’ use and got myself in a corner with them threatening to ‘auction’, yes auction my whole page?! I was sent a very strange email which had links that did not link for payment to cover I suppose the use of the software or site use? I apologise to whoever, as the email seemed quite spurious in it’s wanderings and wonderings..When and if the email proves false or that the issue of 3Gb’s is the ‘issue’ I do hope wordpress.com forum members advise me with all the biz of publication. What a terrible shock that I felt the email left me thinking that all my word content could be auctioned, and sold without my knowledge?! How could that have happened without real warning?
I write about politics, art, and sometimes music. I love writing. You might guess in this world not everyone agrees with eachother, but, I hope to avoid this kind of trouble in the future ..what an archive of thought I had built up, and I have had to retrieve as much of it as I could to preserve my own sanity.
Here is to a fresh start, and hopefully you will see some more posts from me soon.
Why all this complexity? That’s the real question. God Bless from Katherine Da Silva