Pains in my lungs this morning since I woke and they've not gone yet.
Maybe 'the skill' has been sitting on my chest all night like an incubus, settling an old score.
Sunday 6 September 2009
Saturday 5 September 2009
Until this morning
Today I've found myself reconnecting to a skill I enjoyed for many years. As a child and as a teenager I spent long hours alone with this skill and over the years I developed it, nutured it , tamed it, even tried to master it. This skill co-operated with me and we became friends, we worked well together.
But for some reason I abondoned this skill, left it lying lonely and unwanted. It lay hidden in a tiny box within my soul. It became mean spirited and said it would never work with me again, it said that I would never be able to control and manipulate it again. It would be the master of me. I grew fearful of the skill. I contemplated making friends again, approaching the skill with new toys for us to play with : ink pens , crisp white paper, nibs, ink. I bought them all and placed them at the altar for the skill to see , but the skill said it wasn't interested...until this morning.
The skill came to me in my waking moments and said it wanted to play. It teased me out of my bed and took me to the toys . I placed them on the coffee table and without hesitation I knew exactly which game we would play. The excitement flowed, the ink danced across the page - with a little trepidation at first, but the results were good .
I do believe that I've reaquainted myself with an old friend.
But for some reason I abondoned this skill, left it lying lonely and unwanted. It lay hidden in a tiny box within my soul. It became mean spirited and said it would never work with me again, it said that I would never be able to control and manipulate it again. It would be the master of me. I grew fearful of the skill. I contemplated making friends again, approaching the skill with new toys for us to play with : ink pens , crisp white paper, nibs, ink. I bought them all and placed them at the altar for the skill to see , but the skill said it wasn't interested...until this morning.
The skill came to me in my waking moments and said it wanted to play. It teased me out of my bed and took me to the toys . I placed them on the coffee table and without hesitation I knew exactly which game we would play. The excitement flowed, the ink danced across the page - with a little trepidation at first, but the results were good .
I do believe that I've reaquainted myself with an old friend.
Tuesday 1 September 2009
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