I can see footprints but there is only me here trudging in the snow
a moment later and now there are two people that’s so much better
let’s walk together and do you know who it is? it’s Piglet and Pooh!
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Image credit:Moostapper@Pixabay For the visually challenged reader, this image showsa deep blue sky and mountains in the distance. The ground is covered by snow and a single track of footprints is seen headed towards the mountains.
The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, had realise that she had been wandering for months, maybe for years.
But what had happened? she remembered seeing a large ship and she had been shivering on the beach; she was dripping and all she could think was that she couldn’t write because the pen and paper were too wet.
Things became very strange – she was striding over mountains and across lakes, moving around so many places, she looked over oceans – was it the big, beautiful bridge, San Francisco? – and then she moved farther and farther away.
She hovered over the clouds and she felt her heart beat singing with joy; her mind, her spirit and even her soul, brimming over with glee. She thought that she had been to the stars as far as the milky way and back again.
But now she was back properly; the Raconteuse walk across the street, then hailed a cab, whistling loudly, ‘taxi!’
She stared at the bridge looking at the train getting closer she walked along the metal grid as the train was almost here, as it closed the gap she grabbed the ledge, holding on hoping, wishing.
The water was deep below blazing in the wide river shimmering in the sun.
The last thing she said was ‘free my mind’ and she flung herself and fell down down gone.
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Image credit: Suefeldberg For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wall graffiti painted on a metallic side of bridge; FREE YOUR MIND.
wave on wave, back and forth the moon clicking on, waxing and waning by month, by month, by month
the mind is drifting the spirit is dancing the body is shattered
but now the stars are sparkling flinging around with joy
this is freedom
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Image credit:Jona 162@ pixabay For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a figure of a young woman / girl sitting by the waterside. Part of her body is solid whilethe rest seems to be evaporating in vapour from.
Preparing for the coming festivities, modest though they are again this year, I gaze out of my kitchen window. Carols from Cambridge are playing on my CD as I chop and stir. Craning up at the wide blue African sky, I think of all the friends I’ve made across the globe. The storytellers, the poets and the bloggers who through their words, thoughts and dreams make my world all the richer every day.
warm wind blows while thoughts from abroad embrace me
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Be happy, be safe, and let us look to a better future for the world, my writing friends!
As the festivities commence my thoughts turn north to the country of my birth where snow crunches underfoot and darkness is driven away by constant pools of light.
Where ice sparkles and children exhale frosty breath making snow angels on silvery lawns.
Now I’ve put down roots where summer’s sun bakes the thirsty earth and children dance on dusty paths.
Here, where velvet darkness draws in quickly and Africa’s golden moon smiles down, I know I’m already home.
I can mostly talk okay now which is good! However, there is much to do.
Each day I choose to write three sentences with two words, using ‘Multiple Sentences Formulation’ and I do three different things.
I start to write carefully. It’s not easy.
I write on the laptop and then I listen to it.
Then I write it again, and I ask lovely husband, Cliff, to make sure that it’s right.
This takes a lot of time. You see, I can’t get the right word every time yet. Sometimes it could take more than five minutes! Even though I get frustrating. But it’s worth it.
I pop a little line here and there in WordPress. Also, once a week, I have been doing ‘Three Things Challenge’ on Wednesday with the wonderful Di at pensitivity101.
Spring has sprung in the West Coast (in the south hemisphere) and floral buds are springing up. The festive season is fast approaching and the villages and little towns are so abundant in beautiful wild flowers. 🌺🌼🌸
I like to read as much as I can. This is quite difficult still, although it’s much better. And how exciting when my lovely friend, Robbie, posted a few days ago, her ‘Roberta Writes’ for my book, Spirit of Shell Man – even though I can’t read properly yet!
Finally, a little bit of numbers. Did you know that I have aways been a demon Scrabble person? This really helps and it’s such fun, with my great friend, Laurette, each Saturday morning. We have scored each time almost 500, and last week we got to 501! She also put a nice photo with me and my cat, Luna.
This is how it starting. Back from the void… ‘Coming Back’
And now, what can I see?
At the very start, it sees that the brain doesn’t recognise in my head properly at all.
Only listening.
Another few weeks. A little talking.
I look at my right hand. I need to write.
I move the pencil and the hand, and I look at my eyes..
This is how it works. (Sort of).
“Your eyes work, but the letters on the page have turned into squiggles. They make no sense. Now meet Howard Engel, a writer of detective stories, who has this condition, but amazingly, has found a way to trick his brain to almost read again.”
Something else
Much later, I find another writer. He had a ‘problem’ similarly to mine.
I am not quite right yet. My legs and arms and everything are good, although walking around is still a little odd. There is a little bit in my sight and I can’t see well on the right, but it is getting smaller.
My writing is getting so much better. Reading is still a bit difficult and talking is the same. Sometimes it is perfect but other times it disappears. Oh well.
So much has changed in my haemorrhage stroke, but at least I’m getting better. Slowly (very slowly) does it.
Now I get the gist of things in reading and writing. Before I would copy and paste on Word on my laptop were I can Read Aloud on Review. It’s not great but it’s all right. Of course, your clever people who read aloud on WordPress are fun. I can read pretty well now too and I can pop a little reply here and there.
Meanwhile, I will enjoy the Tour de France for three weeks. Just as I watched last year, although I could hardly speak at all then, and now I’m so much better, though there are quite a few of bumps in the way as I talk. It will get there, I’m sure.
And we love to walk on over the beach, right by the ocean, near Cape Town – the best therapy, I know. Apart from all your excellent posts from WordPress.
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