Beginnings – Transformations

Forgive my awful illustration….I don’t do photos. Any photos on my blog will most certainly have been taken by someone else. Really must learn how to take some. Hope my poem says more than my ‘photo’….just thought I had to put something in to qualify for the challenge. 😉

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Alternatively, I could do what I did before and ask you to envisage the photo in your mind. Here we go. The cosmos – Hubble pic – existing in your mind while life takes you on a journey of discovery and warps your perceptions as it unfolds. Chaos ensues. But life and love and choices make for greater clarity and …..eventually…..matter becomes clearer.

Don’t really need to bother with the poem now. Bugger!

Oh here it is anyway.

I’m getting me a camera!

Birth ends waiting.

New life from death.

Destruction preceding


Phases evolving,


And believing.



For everyone.

Mists concealing

Embroiling, rolling

And revealing



Changes  of


And Being.



Recurring Dreams

I have recurring dreams.

One involves a house. It’s not always the same house but I know it’s where I live. Doors figure largely in these houses and dreams. I’m always coming across new doors in unexpected places, opening them and being delightfully surprised at what lies within.

The houses are always large, sprawling affairs with corners and corridors and annexes everywhere.

Last night ( well, 5a.m. when I got back to sleep!) I had another of my house dreams. As usual, it was a large house on many levels. I was speaking to my husband in one of the rooms then went to the lowest level of the house to lock up.

One of the main exterior doors had no key though and I was worried that I couldn’t lock it. Then realised it wouldn’t make any difference anyway because the wood of the door was so weathered and damaged, anyone could gain entry easily with a firm push.

I didn’t know what to do so I went out of the door to the outside where gardens and hedges and paths lay and found my way round to the other side of the house and walked in another door.

I found my husband there and told him about the damaged door with no key and that I’d also noticed a few shutters on windows were blowing in the wind. He sighed and told me not to worry, that he’d fix them eventually. When I queried about what could happen in the meantime he told me to stop worrying.

I went back to the broken door to see if I could secure it in some way but went out of it again and, once outside, found myself looking in loads of cupboards and drawers. I was inside one of these cupboards when an old friend of ours came rushing past and I shouted on her.

She said she had come looking for me as she had overnight visitors and needed to borrow some bedding. And why didn’t I come on over because I knew these people too. I said no but she could borrow what she needed. I started pulling out blankets and sheets, she found a canopy that was in pieces and I shoved all the bits of that back into a drawer. And off she went.

I woke then.

I’m pretty certain I know what the significance of this dream is. I don’t need an analysis so don’t bother. But you could take part in a poll. It’s my second one. You may select up to three options. Or not. Up to you. 🙂

Ah’ll Minecraft Ye!

I was wakened about twenty minutes ago by a cry in the dark. I jumped out of bed and rushed next door to the room my two youngest share. There’s Anna sitting bolt upright in bed crying while Louise drags her duvet back up on to her bed. Apparently, Louise had fallen out of her top bunk onto Anna. Impossible? No. They have an ‘L’ arranged bunk bed, designed and built by their dad to maximise space and so that they weren’t too high. I hate high sleepers.

Anyway, Anna was crying because Louise had landed on her. I went to comfort her and noticed she was wearing a pair of headphones! Upon removing them from her I then realised they were attached to a wire attached to the new Christmas I-Pod Touch, purchased so that she could play Minecraft with her sister. Guilt was written all over her face. And I couldn’t even give her a proper row. Not because of the hour but because I still can’t speak! Frustration. The most I could squeak was, ‘Ah’ll Minecraft ye!’ It was a loudish squeak.

I have my suspicions that both Louise and Anna may have been playing Minecraft together. Along with the cry in the dark I thought I heard Anna say, ‘You’ve took all my money!’ Tell me, does money ‘change hands’ in Minecraft?

I’m sick of hearing about this game. Anna now has her I-Pod confiscated until tomorrow and I might have to take it from her every night because I’ve heard a few whispers late at night coming from next door that I think may mean they’ve been having late night Minecraft sessions since Christmas. But three o’clock in the morning! And that’s me wide awake now. Bloody Minecraft addiction.

And now I’m kind of laughing because I remember being caught by my dad doing the same with my sister. Only it was a board game then. 😉