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Thursday, 1 November 2018

A Lost Month - Longing

It’s almost a month since my last post, and what a month it has been.

I’ve been continuing my journey of mindful living, but life has thrown a few spanners in the works. I got my flu jab early last month but it did not stop me catching a horrible cold, which floored me for roughly 10 days. My pains have been playing me up too (they do get worse in the cold weather). And just when I thought the pain couldn’t get much worse, I took a tumble down the stairs.

I thought I had broken my foot, but an x-ray at the A & E proved there was no fracture. The pain, however, was, and still is, excruciating.  My foot and toes are swollen beyond recognition and are black with bruising. I can barely put weight on my foot and I have been likened to ‘Long John Silver’ as I hobble about the house.  

With all this going on, I have not had much time or enthusiasm do very much creatively. I have not drawn a single line or penned a solitary word. It’s extremely frustrating; there is nothing I can do, however, other than accept my present situation.

It’s not been all bad though. I’ve been reading a lot; a few novels but mostly books on the art of writing.  Prose is my ‘first love’. It is the thing I turn to when life gets too much or when I am struggling with pain. I can’t remember a time when I did not read.

My childhood was filled with books. I was ill a lot during my younger years. I had bad Asthma and was hospitalised with Pneumonia three times before I reached 11 years of age. I spent much of my time indoors. There was no internet, so books fuelled my imagination, and remain a constant source of inspiration.

I began writing several years ago and did have a modicum of success. I managed to get published in a number of magazines (see the publications tab at the top of the page), but when I was diagnosed with my current illness, I felt like all the life had been sucked out of me. I lost a lot of self-belief and self-esteem. I stopped writing because of this. Drawing has helped me recover some of that and I enjoy it immensely. But I miss writing.

Reading through my collection of writing books has increased my eagerness to start again. I’m a bit rusty and my hands get sore quickly when I type. There is a longing in me, however, which is pulling me back to the keyboard, back to my ‘first love’ and back to creating pictures with words.

I don’t think I will be able to resist the sweetness of its calling for much longer.

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  1. so sorry at what has befallen you. Nice to hear from you.

    1. Hi, Christine. Thank you for commenting. Sorry for my absense, but stuff happens. Looking forward to getting back.

  2. Hello John, I'm really sorry to read about what a tough time you've had of it lately.
    Do hope that things look up and you start to heal.
    You've a beautiful way with words and, yes, follow your yearnings.
    All the best, kindly, Sue :D)

    1. Hi, Sue. Thank you so much. I do long to write again, and I am finding it hard to resist the urge.

  3. Don't resist, just follow .... So sorry you had it so rough last month. I hope November will be better, and that the pains and aches will lessen. Wishing you strength and courage ♥

  4. Hi, denthe. Thank you for your encouraging words. I won't resist. These days I tend to go with the flow.