Reading 📖 was the most important thing to me as recreation and for learning from an early age. Apparently I was slow at starting to read but no one needed to worry. I devour books. I also took enormous pleasure in collecting them especially quality second hand books. What bargains, what beautiful treasures I found. … Continue reading Losing the ability to read
I don’t really want to talk about this year. Yet I must. Firstly and this can’t be stated strongly enough I was happy, life was going well for once. Yet come Holy Week my UC flared up and I was signed off work. I had no idea I would never work again. The usual high … Continue reading 1999 and all that
No regrets! That I realise is my motto. I didn’t choose it, I didn’t force it on myself,I realised this morning that I have accepted everything that happens not exactly with joy but with acceptance of the reality. With acceptance comes the realisation of no regrets. I can longer sit at a table, cut up … Continue reading I nearly died
Waiting for noon. I pray at noon every day. Just a simple prayer but part of my spiritual discipline. I have been up for five hours. I am tired already. I was tired when I woke up and I’m still tired, maybe in another ten hours I might not feel exhausted. My head aches. It … Continue reading Today I am in twilight
I’m frustrated by my age and vision. I used to run websites, forums and blogs, then I gave up on it all, for a variety of reasons. In coming back to it I am frustrated. I wanted to make a pretty well laid out blog filled with well placed images and great typefaces. Sadly that’s … Continue reading Soul Cleaning?
By bedtime I usually get to a place where I feel almost human. Every night I go to bed hoping the next morning will be better. I wake after about six hours. I feel awful, dead, buzzing in my head, eyes not working and in pain so I have to get up straight away. That … Continue reading Surviving Each Day
I am a prisoner. I am locked upstairs in the house. We have a painter in for two whole days. Now such an event would be of little concern to ordinary folk. For me it means pain, anxiety and discomfort. Let me explain. Over the past few years I have had to deal with a … Continue reading I am a Prisoner
Not again! I’m old, I gave this all up, but here I am drawn back again to blogging. Why? A deep need to communicate, a compulsion to write I can’t resist. So again I venture forth. It must be nearly twenty years since I first blogged. Sigh. It’s so much harder now I am disabled … Continue reading Dying will be the easy part