Over the Moon!

Just like the Cow in Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussy-cat,” I am feeling Over the Moon. Why you may ask?

Because I have a new job and feel very happy about being asked to work for this prestigious company. I really do feel that this is just the right job for me; although there is a catch. It is only for 3 months, so it is a temporary appointment. There may be an extension of the post, so this means i have to outperform myself, and make myself invaluable!

No Pressure Then?

This post gives me a chance to enjoy one of my much-loved poems from childhood. I have a memory of owning an Edward Lear book of Nonsense Poems, and it was so worn out by the time I had finished with it, that I can’t remember what the front cover looked like. The front cover of the book has long gone, along with the book itself, but the memories of reading this wonderful poem and the rest of the book are still firmly held in my heart. Thank you Edward Lear for cheering up a small girl from Ipswich…

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I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

II

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
   With a ring at the end of his nose.
III
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
   Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Image from http://the-office.com/bedtime-story/owlpussycat.htm
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What a BFF!

Just got back from coffee with my fabulous friend Janet who I met at Uni 4 years ago. We have been friends ever since, through thick and more thick, and a few thins!

She’s been a really good mate, we’ve sat sometimes, when I’ve been in a real mess, and talked it all through. She has a sensible head on intelligent and emotionally mature shoulders and has advice too. Although she is able to just listen and offer comfort without solutions. University is a tough place and everyday life is difficult sometimes. All through the last 4 yrs Janet’s been a solid rock, someone who is obtainable and ever present.

It’s not all one way though, I’ve had the opportunity to be a friend to her on occasions. Just as my life can be chaotic so sometimes can hers and I’ve been there to help pick up the pieces. I’ve always found it easy to want to help her, never getting that crappy feeling that I’ve wasted my time, but always left with the feeling that she was worth the effort, time  and whatever else has been offered.

But its not all doom and gloom, we laugh, I mean really laugh sometimes, well actually all the time. Our sense of humours are similar and we thrive off each others comedy, seeing things no one else can see, laughing sometimes uncontrollably.  I have gone home on many occasions with mascara running, still laughing in the car on the way home after we have left each other. We seem to have a knack of getting ourselves into scraps that end in hilarity.

A few weeks ago I felt so proud of janet too. She came second in a writing competition, her story won her a cash prize and a full double page spread in the newspaper. I hope this gives her the confidence to carry on writing because she certainly has a talent for it. Her story was intriguing, and all the stories I have read of Janet’s have been good. She can write a story which comes around in a full circle. Her endings are always good, with mystery and intrigue which takes some thinking about. This to me is a good writer, someone who can make you walk away thinking about what you have read.

Janet has been a really good friend for the last 4 years and I hope that there are many more years to come of laughter, emotional support and above all friendship.

Do you have a best friend who makes life that bit easier for you? Janet has been such an inspiring and courageous person, I admire her grit and determination to do the right thing.

Her motherhood has been hard but her son is a credit to her. He is matured into a fantastic man, intelligent, fun, kind, thoughtful, and hard-working. He is proud of his mum, it is obvious to see and I think the world of him.

Thanks Janet, for being my BFF…

I’ve been Popped – and I love it!

I’ve spoken about Pop My Mind (PMP) before, but I’m so excited to say that I’ve been Popped!  This means essentially that I perused the PMP site where loads of artists have painted images, writers have written poems etc. etc.

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Pop My Mind Website

I was inspired by a painting called Shredded.  I thought it was intriguing and it inspired me to write a short poem, short and sweet…

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Shredded 

It’s also called Shredded 

Shredded and broken, lonely and sad

marked for breaking

like –

a silent nomad.

Red is blood, blue is bone

Yellow hurts their eyes

Shredded and alone…

And now someone else Anllelito has been inspired to draw some fantastic pictures.  They are really cool and I am so impressed by picture I just had to write about it.  The feeling that I have inspired another artist to create something is so cool.  I can’t express how exciting it feels.  I’m am beginning to feel a part of the artist and writers community.  I feel that my art and my creations of poems and prose is ‘real’!  I really am a blogger, a writer and a poet and wow, that feels awesome.

This is what they wrote:

Shredded Poem inspired me to do some sketches of a wandering soul. I think of the character as a renegade from a past time that was curse to wander for eternity for his crimes.

And this is what they created:

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The Renegade Wandering Soul

I mean really how cool is that.  This picture is blooming awesome (said that twice now!).

What has happened to you lately where you feel your creativity has inspired someone else?