When pool stands still and stagnant
Little thrives bar toxic stench
Life stifled in that moment
Apathy entrenched
And resistance festers silently
Motivation all abates
While hope that soon movement will come
With bated breath awaits
Yet over time if nothing happens
The clench of all that’s wrong
Suffocates with the grim reaper
Singing out his bidding song
And ruin wreaks a mockery
Runs naked through the air
As hope drips through the grates of death
Wrung out in sheer despair
I’m a curtain hook thief
Though I’ll pretend I am not
Until caught all red handed
And in a tight spot!
Yet what is a cat
To do all day long
Bar create havoc and mischief
Take what doesn’t belong
Be it hooks or an item
And cause disarray
Under the guise of great fun
And all part of cat play!
One thing I have always been committed to is giving my children unconditional love. Loving them with all my heart absolutely without question through the good and bad times. I believe they each know that and I pray that they are uplifted by that because when that love is missing in a child’s life, or when love comes with conditions or is withheld or replaced with ostracism, or it’s benefaction is a consequence of a child fulfilling a parents request rather than being the bedrock of the relationship unconditionally, the fallout leaves an unfortunate legacy for a lifetime. For love is not a neatly packaged commodity that only comes out when everything goes well. True love weathers the storms and perseveres through thick and thin. It doesn’t barter. It doesn’t trick. It seeks truth and holds fast in sunshine and in rain.
You know when you get away and the creative juices flow? Well this weekend has been one of fresh air, beautiful scenery, opportunities to draw and an occasion to write about! Feeling very blessed.
If we assimilate opinion
From sources of similarity
Then opinions will be influenced
By the views these sources see.
But if we broaden our horizons
Or acknowledge our own dearth,
Then new perspectives on our opinions
Will subsequently be unearthed
And as such these new opinions
Whether they shift or stay the same,
May then recognise the bias
That exists in what we claim.
For a forged opinion may come out of
What we know or think we know.
But these notions in all fairness
May be flawed or need to grow!
And thus whilst knowledge, by definition,
Maybe true, it may be wise
To recognise that opinion’s truth values
Come in more than just one size.
I saw a meme comparing development to popcorn and thought that resonates so it got ‘poemed’ (is that even a word? 🤣)
My practice has always put the person first working outside expectation and curriculum with person-centred care and support. In other words your agenda – your pace whatever age! I just wish that was the way right from early on.
Four little starlings
Sat all in a row
Up high upon the aerial
Thinking where to go
Three tweeted all together
Hatching a plan of where to fly
Yet one would not play ball
And flew off alone into the sky
He flew towards the sun
Intent that he knew best
Proud that he was his own bird
Independent of the rest
He ignored the other three
Who tweeted ‘come back here’
But Derek (we’ll call him that)
Thought ‘I’ve got this, don’t you fear’
Soaring on the wind,
He puffed himself with glee
“I’m so much better than those others
So much greater than those three!”
His ego was astonishing
His arrogance complete
Yet sadly he would not listen
Why the other three did tweet
For the sun, as he perceived it
Was not the sun at all
But a ball of fluffy ginger cat
Who became Derek’s downfall!
And in an instant with a huge pounce
Up high into the blue
Poor Derek met his comeuppance
And became this cats new chew!
So the moral of this story
Is listen to the team
For their perspective maybe the ticket
That helps you reach your dream!
I don’t think you can ever get bored looking out of a window. The scene changes minute on minute from the lighting to the colours to the moods. An ever changing gallery when we stop to look past the familiar to the wonders around us and enjoy every observation. So good for the soul.
A little bit of sun can really lift the spirits. And to celebrate her appearance today, here’s a Spring tanka. Tanka is a style of poetry similar to Haiku but based over 5 lines with syllable counts of 5,7,5,7,7. Why not have a go at writing one and share it with me.
Ginz&Tonic 