Bird Brained

This is what happens when you find yourself incapacitated and somewhat bored for a prolonged period of time. Sick of talking to myself, I decided to cleverly disguise my increasing feeble-mindedness and obtain a small friend with whom to converse.

This is Otis; the latest addition to my world and a delightful little chap he is, cheerily chirping away the dull days and entertaining me with his aerobatic displays around my bedroom. He doesn't talk yet, despite being told repetitively what a pretty boy he is, but as he's only a baby, I reckon we've got lots of time.

Much to The Weirdo's dismay, my boudoir is now awash with millet and teeny little bird turds, but so he doesn't feel left out, Otis and I are going to his house next week where we intend to recreate home from home.

October

Yes, to my shame it is October, and Spring merged into summer oozed into Autumn , before my very freckles, which are now fading once again into my paler face. Where has this year gone? Well if you must know, my year has drifted past my bedroom window, behind which I have been reclining, sometimes peacefully and sometimes downright grouchily, while I come to terms with having most inconveniently developed ME or Chronic fatigue Syndrome as it's also called.

The details are dull, so I'll spare everyone a lengthy essay, suffice to say it developed following a viral infection in March and it aint going away just yet.

I have decisions to make, regarding my job and my independence, both of which have me caught a bit like a bunny in headlights. Either I get out of the way, the car brakes, or I get flattened. I've been hanging on in there hoping that the car will brake, but as I'm now beginning to smell exhaust fumes rather than the pong of burning rubber, it may well be time to hop out of the way.

My creativity has been non existent, which I deplore, but I am still here, and for the most part, still managing to see the loveliness of all the life around me.

Spring Sprung.

I've realised lately that I miss my blog, and I think it's that it served a purpose that I'd perhaps not quite fully appreciated. Apart from connecting me with some wonderful and interesting people, It also oiled the creative workings of my mind which have now become rust encrusted. I stopped blogging because I didn't want to feel obligated to write for the sake of it, but also because I wanted to spend more time on another personal writing project.

Need I say that I've actually written less over the past year than I'd planned and that more might have flowed had I continued my random blog posts from time to time? I think I've sussed that for me, blogging is the equivalent of all those scales and arpeggios I was forced to practise as a child in order to have any hope of playing Beethoven sonatas and Chopin nocturnes. It keeps a creative flow going that can then become something larger or more meaningful.

It's also a place for the occasional picture of something beautiful in my immediate environment.

Happy Spring everyone!

Crimbo Greetings!

This is to wish all my friends in blog world the very best of seasonal greetings, and to say thanks for dropping by from time to time, even when I've been hopelessly unbloggish.

You will all be pleased to know that The Weirdo has finished his shed and I intend to lock him inside it for most of 2009.

Meanwhile, there are parties to attend, hideous unwanted gifts to unwrap, sugar highs from which to withdraw and endless relatives to disagree with........

Love you all!

Fluffy Box Raiders.

Okay, okay!

Having had the fluff in my box well and truly disturbed by the inquisitive fingers of my fellow bloggers, I'm venturing out to stretch my sleep soaked limbs upon where I might very well return to said box. Who knows? But your comments and greetings have been appreciated and now I feel guilty for having abandoned you all for so long. Also, a Blogger glitch means that I don't get comment notifications, so unless I check in from time to time I don't hear a thing. Sorry all!

What have I been up to since April? I think a lazy list will have to suffice for now.

Writing my book - albeit sporadically. This is a very long term project that can't be rushed.

Increasing my hours at work in order to make ends meet. A somewhat pointless gesture in light of current inflationary bollox.

Spending time in June with my two youngest daughters who came over from the USA. Sooo great to see them and refill my Mummy love tanks :-)

Having a few mad nights with good friends, loud music and rather a lot of booze etc.

Going to a rainy music festival and abandoning said rainy music festival in favour of warm bed, nice wine, movies and peace and quiet, true middle age style. Aaaaaarghhh. Crisis?

Hanging out with The Weirdo and tolerating endless conversations regarding cricket matches and shed building which incidentally is still an ongoing project.

Having a most unpleasant tooth extraction.

Reading books and watching the birds in my garden.

Boring eh?

Prioritising

I know I'm not the only one, but I think that at times we need to pay attention to the changing seasons in our lives. I sense that many of us are undergoing some changes of a personal nature which are reflected on the blogosphere as a less focused approach to our blogging and an obvious need to be doing other things for a while. Sometimes we humans get into a kind of guilt trip about change and feel we are letting ourselves and others down if we fail to continue what we've been focusing on and change our direction. My life has been about constant change as I continually evolve into more of who I am, and so I don't find this process anywhere near as worrying as I used to years ago. If energy is removed from one place then it has to go somewhere else, and it's our job to keep up with the flow and allow our personal energy to change direction as and when it needs to.

My personal energy needs to shift for a season. For some time now I've been procrastinating about a large writing project to which I've had a very laid back approach. I feel that I need to focus my energy more on this now, which means that what with work and maintaining my very lovely, but quite demanding long distance relationship; something has to give. Reluctantly that's going to have to be my blog activity. I'm not disappearing, but may need to be less active for a while and will probably post only sporadically for a time.

Not The End.

Wakey Wakey!