What Will Be The Catalyst?

 From my archives - A visit to the  tropical hot houses at The Eden Project with my sisters in April 2010.

It's so cold tonight I want to go to bed in my clothes. But I won't.

As I wash up this evening I suck two squares of dark chocolate - try and make them last till the final saucepan is clean.  It's a strategy to help me get over the fact that the washing up is back in my life. For ages now Robin has been doing it every night without complaint. For which I've been very grateful. But now he can't hold or lift a plate or a cup and certainly not a saucepan.

So I use the time with my hands in the suds to think about what to write in my blog.  But no inspiration comes tonight.  What I am inspired by is Samantha Reynold's poem about writing poetry. My second secret desire, next to wanting to photograph a kingfisher, is to write poetry like she does or a least follow her brilliant advice to write my own.

  But then I'd have to be still long enough  to let the  words pick themselves.....and as every day is exactly like today, when I  seamlessly, relentlessly pack it to the gunnels with stuff to do.....I wonder what will be the catalyst to make me change my vows of busyness.

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The secret to writing poems It is not about rhythm or being particularly deep it’s not about rhyming obviously it’s not even about the words you pick and if you’re still long enough you will feel them pick themselves it’s just a staring contest between you and life it’s about getting past the itch to write and waiting out the familiar poetry is not a skill it is a vow to hunt for the view that is new.