A Crafted View Of True Events

So I found myself and kicked my ass This feeling crap will surely pass A happy thought will swing my way I’ll hold it close till end of day A box of treasured thoughts I have I only need unhook the latch And wallow deep in happy times Counting past the midnight chimes

Hi guys, sorry for the lack of posts and interaction over the last week or so but I’ve been so worried my depression might be making a return. I’d started to become really anxious every time I even thought about adding to my blog. I think I was scared about what might come out so I just hoped the feeling would pass, at the same time I feel so guilty and angry about what I’ve allowed myself to…

My outlet has become an inlet The thoughts that once poured out, Spilling from me, Freely flowing, Unhindered by censure, Now reduced to a slow internal, drip! drip! drip! My conscious stream gone… Manipulated and shaped into a damn, And the only words I can hear are echoes, And each original thought takes on the same form… And the only words I can hear Are echoes…

Drowning, crowning, misery, Swallow me whole, consume me, Woken from sleep just to agonise, Force pin prick emotion behind blurred eyes, And my every thought you’ve demonised, Twisted my mind with wicked lies, My indecisiveness you’ve capitalised, Harnessed a state of no compromise, Now these boxed up feelings are liberalised, Labelled paranoid thoughts, or extra wise.  

I’m so fat “I’ve burst my britches” Thighs worn thin Too late for stitches ~ Could I get away with patches The positioning is what the catch is For they could scream out “I’m a fat b!tch” Who should have layed off that extra sandwich ~ I’d only had them a couple of months Nice slim fit, covered my bumps Seems now my bumps are bursting free Whispering “Hey guys look at me” ~ Perhaps I’ll have to…

Whilst there we discovered Chinese New Year celebrations would be held at the same location this coming Sunday and that was going to be our next “day out”, however whilst browsing the local news on-line this morning, I discovered the city’s eagerly anticipated Cultural Quarter consisting of art and creativity zones had finally, after much delay, got its opening “extravaganza”

Now I DO like art and creativity, but I have to be in a certain frame of mind to go and enjoy someone else’s and would much prefer a quieter time too peruse than a “Grand Opening” would allow…. but the article mentioned a Spitfire would be on display in the Guildhall Square so off we trotted.

We’ve been lucky enough to have seen Spitfire in flight a few times over the Solent, due to the aircrafts connection to our local region, but never have we seen one close up.

The sound they make is like no other aircraft and on a recent trip to the Isle of white, it was the noise of the whining engine that drew our attention skywards just in time to catch a glimpse of the iconic plane above. Practising manoeuvres for a forthcoming display we assumed.

The one in the Guildhall  Square was a lot smaller close up than I’d anticipated and I can only imagine the huge amount of Courage  our Battle of Britain pilots must have possessed, sitting in the tiny cockpit knowing so many of their comrades had perished.

We spent a good half an hour or so taking photos and Macfee got chatting to some one at the railings. The guys hosting the event were all ex-servicemen, so a trip down memory lane was inevitable and very enlightening.

It is easy to get caught up in sentiment about long passed  wars with long buried heroes, but today the men I observed had all served time during more recent conflicts (The Falklands and The Gulf War) and they had all their own particular stories of camaraderie and Courage to share.

I left them to it for a while so they could offload without restriction, (it’s good to see men sharing their emotions) and took some more pictures.

The Guildhall

The Spitfire

Golden bullets

Buy a bullet save a Spitfire

Spitfire in the Guildhall

Chocks Away

Todays post includes the Daily Prompt Word:

Regular readers may have seen my recent post Projection describing the joy Macfee and myself felt watching the Festival of light, hosted by our local shopping mall, we stumbled upon it by accident and were truly thrilled.

Whilst there we discovered Chinese New Year celebrations would be held at the same location this coming Sunday and that was going to be our next “day out”, however whilst browsing the local news on-line this morning, I discovered the city’s eagerly anticipated Cultural Quarter consisting of art and creativity zones had finally, after much delay, got its opening “extravaganza”

Now I DO like art and creativity, but I have to be in a certain frame of mind to go and enjoy someone else’s and would much prefer a quieter time too peruse than a “Grand Opening” would allow…. but the article mentioned a Spitfire would be on display in the Guildhall Square so off we trotted.

We’ve been lucky enough to have seen Spitfire in flight a few times over the Solent, due to the aircrafts connection to our local region, but never have we seen one close up.

The sound they make is like no other aircraft and on a recent trip to the Isle of white, it was the noise of the whining engine that drew our attention skywards just in time to catch a glimpse of the iconic plane above. Practising manoeuvres for a forthcoming display we assumed.

The one in the Guildhall Square was a lot smaller close up than I’d anticipated and I can only imagine the huge amount of Courage our Battle of Britain pilots must have possessed, sitting in the tiny cockpit knowing so many of their comrades had perished.

We spent a good half an hour or so taking photos and Macfee got chatting to some one at the railings. The guys hosting the event were all ex-servicemen, so a trip down memory lane was inevitable and very enlightening.

It is easy to get caught up in sentiment about long passed wars with long buried heroes, but today the men I observed had all served time during more recent conflicts (The Falklands and The Gulf War) and they had all their own particular stories of camaraderie and Courage to share.

I left them to it for a while so they could offload without restriction, (it’s good to see men sharing their emotions) and took some more pictures.

The Guildhall

The Spitfire

Golden bullets

Buy a bullet save a Spitfire

Spitfire in the Guildhall

Chocks Away

Todays post includes the daily word prompt:Courage

A beautiful sight my TRÅDFRI light With its many changing hues But sad to say I rue the day since it made it grand debut I can change my mood when pink I choose Or blue or orange or white But now I don’t write Just bask in the light Wondering when to diffuse

“This ones a bit slow”

The little girl was becoming confused and bewildered. The nursery assistant kept taking her crayon away before she’d even had a chance to finish writing her name r u… Was she playing with her? She didn’t think so. “No no! that’s not right is it? watch me, let me show you again! c a t ”. But the little girl was trying hard to show her she could write her name. r u , she began again. The kind…

Breakfast in bed can seem doubly indulgent, When you made it yourself, Then crept back under the sheets to feast, Alarm clock ignored on the shelf, Or is it a sign of misery, self sabotage or worse… That you’d rather hide under the duvet, Composing lines of verse! Well I can tell you from my point of view, That I love to snuggle in bed, In fact some the happiest times I’ve spent, Have involved…

Macfee and myself had just enjoyed our Valentines date to the cinema (We were both thoroughly enthralled watching  Darkest Hour, the Oscar nominated film about Churchill. We highly recommend it).

Living in the city centre it’s only a short walk home, thankfully, because it was absolutely tipping down with rain, but our eyes were drawn to the magnificent light show being projected against our city walls.

We really wanted to stay and watch but the weather was truly awful and we weren’t really dressed for it, so we promised ourselves we’d return today at dusk

It was well worth it.  We were treated to dancing multi coloured water jets, children ran through them excitedly, paying no heed to the still bitter weather.

The projection on the walls depicted faeries, witches, bubbling cauldrons, fiery dragons huge giants and a fearless Knight in full battle Costume riding through the forest to see off the dragon and save the day…

Apparently  it was based on local folklore, I’m eager to check that out!

There were also light mazes, multicoloured spheres, a field planted full of globular flowers that changed colour and hummed a hypnotic tune that hung on the breeze, and trees projected on to the wall that grew and shrunk, in random order, to the delight of the ourselves and the gathered crowd.

The photos I’ve included really don’t do justice to the actual event, the colours were truly kaleidoscopic verging on psychedelic, but I do hope they convey some of the awesomeness.

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The same space will play host to Chinese New Year celebrations this coming Sunday and will include the traditional dragon dance.

We are sure to be there!

Cate x

Todays post includes the daily word prompt:Costume

Pancakes for supper, Chocolates for breakfast, Nothing for dinner, But it’s just a short rest! Cinema at three, Popcorns fat free? Washed down with a soda, And shared pack of sweets. Then home for supper. A Valentines feast! Remembered the veggies? Huge Steak and wedges! What’s for pudding? You’ve got to be kidding!

Safe in their bubble The bitches stir trouble The one they made Queen Dictates yet one more scene Whilst the “friends” made online Join in with her whine About how proper friendship is truly divine Eager to show off the support of new crew She shows scant regard for those she once knew Ignoring is boring Stops friendships enduring Some words that I read on a card years ago Replay in my mind they…

So today was supposed to mark the culmination of week 2 of my new diet and exercise regime. I was supposed to jump on the scales and proudly report back how much weight loss I had to add to the original 1 pound shed in the first week. I should be feeling proud because I’ve knocked minutes off my timed route. Instead I have to tell you that I’ve not even looked at the scales, I’ve not set my route…

The art of attraction

First envision an image of how it might be, Moonlight, roses ecstasy, Then bring the image to life, Set it free… Causing two hearts to beat joyfully, Once you Conjure your soul mate, Make sure that they know, How happy they make you, How they make you glow, To stay  lit from within, Take care of the spark, It’s the only way to cast out the dark. Todays post is inspired by the Daily Prompt…