just a quick free write

Ten minute free write, unfiltered self, publish as is.

My back hurts. There’s a light show over paradise out the back window tonight. No rain, no noise, just flashes. My back hurts – from the driving? from the strange bed? or from the increase in walking? I can’t answer that but I do know that paradise has it’s niggles. It’s real life after all. And I’m cheating as I write – half an eye, one ear on Daniel Day Lewis emoting on the screen in front of me. (Is that the gaol I toured in Belfast, or the one I didn’t in Dublin?)

I have to leave way earlier to get to work from here, and this morning, at the crack of dawn, there were two ambulances and three police cars outside the celebrity guest house down the road. So….not paradise then? Not for someone. If one person died does it need that many attendants? Probably will never know what happened.

I’ve got another couple of hundred steps to do before bed tonight but I’m tired and over it. Really must make an effort to get lots of walking in earlier in the day.

Tomorrow’s a crazy day though. Half day at work – all volunteers, staff and directors in together. We’re primed to come armed with a question, with suggestions…trouble is we’re such a quiet bunch. Most of those coming don’t want to speak in front of the directors and most won’t. Four years into the job I don’t have any ideas left…can’t think of a question. Just pay me and I’ll be on my way 😉

Once the working day is done the big kids will meet me here for the weekend. That’ll be nice though the silence and aloneness is also nice. Very nice. Funny – I don’t like it so much at home but then I’m still getting used that big fat house so empty now. I hope the cats aren’t going crazy with me away so much lately. It’s a brave new world for them too.

And now to sleep.


who’s that girl?


Interesting characters – a Daily Post challenge


She doesn’t ask for, or need, approval – to be liked. On first meeting she seems a little prickly, not someone you’d warm to. She’s tall and thin, not good looking if we’re being honest…moves a little awkwardly. She’s a bit too loud, and a bit brash.

Is my perception of her physical characteristics swayed by how much she’s annoyed me, in our purely textual relationship, til now? Her emails are always too wordy. She often sends them to the wrong address, and forwards them inappropriately. She’s so annoying. 

The ego of impatience has pre-judged her thus.

She’s not annoying at all! She has so much compassion I am a humbled student as she teaches without intention. A Bodhisattva at work in our midst, not in training. 

A room full of volunteering uninitiated sit spellbound as she shares her work in corrective services. Inspiring enough without the back story – I’m left speechless from our pre-workshop speedy rundown of her life. She is dyslexic, coeliac, with a cricket team of children. The oldest few adopted from overseas, long before it was celebrity, before it was quite common, and as a single woman. The prison is a long drive from home, the ‘boys’ grateful weekly for the visits, and the rest of her waking time filled with equally inspirational doings. She fits well more than a week can hold surely, into her every 7 days. I am humbled. 

How distorted our perceptions and first impressions can be – so far from annoying, I am in awe of her and would love to be able to call her friend.