I’ve gathered my notebook and pen; I’ve got a freshly made coffee and I have already bought the cats outside and to spend some time in the backyard with me while I write. I start again by writing about the warmth, the sunshine, the birds, the trees. I am writing about the external, the place, … Continue reading Home, Sickness, and Sunshine
With the other side almost in reach I approach carefully hoping to sneak them out. But what if instead I toss my words over the border, or what if I shout them out for everyone to hear. What would those words be, what message do I have that is so important, so urgent, so necessary and so powerful that I would risk my life for it. Do I have anything THAT important to say.
I want to be free from the considerations of my conditions, from the restrictions of my impairments. But I cannot rely on this, or wait for this, or even expect this. I know this. I remind myself again, to instead do the best I can do within these limitations, within these bounds. I have to … Continue reading The real ‘real’ work
I walked into a bookshop a few weeks ago and headed towards the self-help section. I didn’t go straight there, even though from the outset that was my intention. I guess I still feel a little awkward about it, about this urge I have to read self-help books. By browsing through the self-help section I … Continue reading Coming Clean About My Relationship with Self-Help Books