Wingardium Leviosa!

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 96

Love has turned lonely
Should I let him go?

Effort wasted
Connect or contact
There is none
A bottle of champagne
A glass for one

Love has turned lonely
Should I let him go?

All dried out
White strained lips
"Fuck off" resentment
Turn back, turn away
Nothing given, some lent

Love has turned lonely
Should I let him go?

Unspoken words
Hiding in silos
Concrete angel
Unsure where I am
Unsure where I stand

Love has turned lonely
Should I let him go?



Friday, December 27, 2019

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 95

This Parent’s Prayer by Ritchie Jackson

I pray your life is full of love. I hope it includes activism. I expect you’ll be of service.
I hope too through your buoyant colors you wear daily that your life will have a vibrancy, especially now while you are young, that mine did not.
I hope you’ll try, and if you fail, try some more.
I wish you to be loved the way I am.
I want you to know the glory is in the doing, not in any reward, financial gain, or accolade.
I want you to aim high, because if you aim for the middle you will find it.
Take time to think: there are no no-brainers.
Crave responsibility; it is where the living is.
Always want the ball.
Be kind. Being kind is like warming up your voice before singing or stretching before an athletic activity. Being kind opens you up to be ready for anything, and being kind to people makes them feel valued. When you are ready for anything, and valuing the people around you, the possibilities of what you can achieve are endless.
Don’t look down on anyone unless it’s to help pick them up.
Strive to be curious, not just capable.
There is not a finite amount of success in the world. Be the student most likely to want everyone to succeed.
In our loaded-for-bear world, where seemingly everyone has become a disciplinarian, teach don’t lecture, guide don’t demean, bolster don’t belittle.
Honor your parents by being yourself and all of yourself, living fully and unapologetically.
Comfort when needed and cause discomfort when required.
Care for and about yourself. Care for your friends and your family. Care for our community.
You are leaving home to join the greatest of odysseys, taking off on a magical and mysterious adventure. You are on the precipice where so many men before you stood. Jump. Jump as high and as far and as wide as you can.

This Parent’s Prayer by Ritchie Jackson

Friday, November 29, 2019

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 94

What am I thankful for?

It's been a mixed 2019. Not all happiness and not all sadness. Loads of highs and positive energy at the start of the year, a much more focussed me to a mixed pickle in the middle to ending the year with nothing and no one to hold onto. 2018, I think was a similar seesaw. And if I look back further, each year gone by is a similar mirror of ups and downs, highs and lows.

I didn't think 2019 would end this way but I've been feeling it for awhile. It's time, to hang up my boots and soldier on. Clear in the head and clear in the heart. You can't take people for granted. You can't take life for granted and every second that we waste in being unsure about someone important to us, whether or should we keep trying or should we take a risk, or quit and start afresh or learn a new skill... Is a second we're gonna regret. And these seconds pile up.

I'm thankful for having learnt to put my feelings in perspective. They are my guides and I've always found that while my heart rules my head, I've never felt so alone and so undeserving as I do right this minute. And I don't want to give any human being the power to make me feel that I'm not good enough.

In case you haven't read my earlier post, I may not be good enough for you, but  I'm enough for myself.

And I have my constant with me, #Always. With Him, nothing is impossible -- for Him and for me.

So this Thanksgiving, I'm thankful once again for having the strength to pick myself up and chug forward. I ain't one for looking back. All eyes ahead, Freddy.


Must. Piper. Up!

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 93

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,   
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,   
I thank whatever gods may be   
  For my unconquerable soul.   
In the fell clutch of circumstance 
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.   
Under the bludgeonings of chance   
  My head is bloody, but unbowed.   
Beyond this place of wrath and tears   
  Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years   
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.   
It matters not how strait the gate,   
  How charged with punishments the scroll,   
I am the master of my fate:
  I am the captain of my soul.

~William Ernest Henley