One of those End of the Year Reviews

So we've got the vast amount of food and preparation out of the way, all been jolly and glad to be us.  Now it's downhill to the New Year and January again, with all that self improvement calling us forwards.  For me I've got anniversaries to get through, times of the year when the sadness will envelope unbidden.  So I'm going to try and put some armour in place this year.  Get myself prepared so that I don't cause myself and others avoidable suffering.

I was looking up the definition of the word "pity" and came up with this:

'Pity originally means feeling for others, particularly feelings of sadness or sorrow, and was once used in a comparable sense to the more modern words "sympathy" and "empathy". Through insincere usage, it now has more unsympathetic connotations of feelings of superiority or condescension.'

Coat Hooks Revisited

I've been looking back at old stuff to add to the blog.  I was looking for 'Solitary Spaces' and found this little bit of prose from the end of October 2010.  I read it and thought, actually it is quite interesting and relevant.  I've changed the names to Absent Father, DN1, and DN2.  I remember buying the coats hooks and they still look great, and I am pleased with how the room turned out.  But then I could always make a home.

Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come

We're in that bit before the big season and I have to confess this is usually my favourite time of the Christmas period.  The anticipation, the planning, the dreams.  However I would be lying to you if I tried to pretend I have always found Christmas fun.  Oh no, for many years Christmas was a duty to get through.  An expensive, waist-increasing, depressing realisation that my life wasn't sparkly and I wasn't treasured.  All of which is a bit bordering on Dickensian, but I have a feeling I'm not alone in having dreaded the Christmas season.  Am I justified in this Bah Humbug attitude?  I have a sneaking feeling I just might be.

Lessons Learnt

This piece is very different from anything else I wrote.  It came as part of one of my 'self improvement' schemes to stop looking backwards into a rosy past.  It is terribly easy to dwell, and I do indeed 'dwell' when I'm tired or sad or lonely, which happens more often than is helpful.

The Monster Within

Knowing yourself is perhaps the greatest indication of a mature person.  Knowing others, well, that's more a question of life. 

Vintage Poetry

This was one of the very early poems.  A cry in the darkness.  It never has had a name

Sugar Coated Saturdays

I am going to add a few poems today.  I wanted to start with 'Sugar' but I can't find it at the moment.  Let me explain.