Robert C. Day's Blog, page 25

A Life in 507 Words

1 – Timeline

1964 Born 1964 to 1968 – Dependence 1968 School 1968 to 1982 – Institutional Education 1971 Bigger School 1975 Biggest School 1978 to Now – Work 1980 Sixth Form begins 1982 Full-time work 1982 to Now – Self Education 1984 Moving out 1984 to 1993 – Drinking and carousing 1993to 1998 – Spirituality 1998toNow – Marriage 1999 Bought a house 2002 – Amala and Josh are no more 2014 to Now – Writing about it.

2– Selected Dates and What Else Happened in the World

1980 –Sixth Form begin...

Peace of Mind

Ah to find
Peace of mind.
Not mine own
Just thine.
Whosoever
Thou mayst be.

Too Much

Sometimes it seems that there is just one thing after another after another and that they never stop coming. I need a break, but even the breaks are chock full of things to do. Then when I’m not doing anything, I’m just bored and I’m wanting to do something. I guess that means that I am the architect of my own destruction. What’s the solution?

Interaction

I’ve not been able to muster much of a response to people just a lately.

Coincidentally & at the same time – people have stopped talking.

Wait – there’s a lesson in that for how to live one’s life.

Yes, I’m sure there is something to learn.

But what is it do you think?

Tip of my mind.

Erm, erm.

Hmm.

Skimming Stones

I walked home without the benefit of a book (too dark), audiobook (no phone) or music (ditto) tonight so I had to fall back on my own mind for entertainment. I did try gazing at the sky for a while but the darkly orange clouds couldn’t hold me for long enough.

So I meditated. There’s a lot of chatter in my mind normally – mostly voices andear-worms, but I found that I was able to bounce out of that with my breath. On the down-breath, I dipped into the muddy lake of my mind with all that chatt...

Something Familiar

It’s often the familiar things that make us feel comfortable – the easy chair that’s finally moulded itself to our body, the cup with the chip just where our lip meets the china, the view over the fields that hasn’t changed since we were old enough to appreciate it.

There is nothing more familiar to me than my own body. It’s served me well these 52 years that I’ve been using it and I’m happy with its performance even now. Like a well-worn pair of jeans, it fits me just so and I’m loathto let...

Laptop and Cockroach

Here are two Desert Island Objects that it would be nice to have:

When I think about what I do in life and what I enjoy out of those things,then number one at the moment is writing. If I had all the wants supplied on the desert island then that just leaves the needs; the luxuries. So, I would need something to write with. Forget about giving me a pencil – what I need is the latest MacBook Pro, fully loaded with the latest hardware, software (and a few movies for when I need a break. Say abou...

Too busy Writing to Write

Sorry that I’ve not been answering comments and stuff over the past week or so – I’ve been too busy writing to write. Yeah, I know.

If you’ve been following me at all, you might be aware that I’ve started a new job and I’ve been flailing my way through my first assignment on the Creative Writing Masters I started nine weeks ago. Has it only been nine weeks? It feels like a lifetime!

This has left me struggling to keep up with the normal demands of life, like eating, sleeping and communicating...

Is She Is Or Is She Ain’t?

You know, it’s tricky writing with someone looking over your shoulder, but – needs must. I’d much rather she continue with her meal and leave me to get on with writing, but she asked me so nicely, if she could stay, that I just couldn’t say no.

It’s a funny thing about having another pair of eyes watching the words as they emerge – it’s almost as if they stop being my words, and become a shared experience. If feels like being on a stage and trying not to stutter as I say my lines. One other c...

Mangle

The first assignment for the Creative Writing Masters has been submitted – yay!

I feel like a sheet that’s been put throughthe mangle.

Who here remembers mangles?