Wow! What an interesting discussion this morning arising from T being curious in a childlike way, a manner I would probably not ask for fear of being thought of as stupid or and this is a biggy, getting an unsatisfactory reply, no debate. The question was "I wonder why there are so many little languages and so many languages?". I will need to write more about what escalated from here. It rose to a crescendo point when it was clear T was feeling offended by something M had said. This was said whilst I was out at the car finding the paperwork to establish what we are responsible for as we prepare to leave. We need to depart the cottage by 10:30.
As always I was up at 6:00, phoned my sponsor at 6:15. I talked about the bracken or the fern situation yesterday, whilst on the steam train from Pant to a lake and back again. I want to write more about that too but I'm sneaking this post in whilst the others are finalising their readiness to leave. I had loads of time to get ready. I like being ready with time to spare. I had time to chat and debate and discuss. My meal was ready last night. I had just a few things to pack and I believe I have everything. I ant to be ready before everyone else and out of the way because I think this way I don't get into the frenzy of what's done and what's not. So here I am with some time to write.
I started reading M's Sylvia Plath book. Very interesting, the foreword by Ted Hughes. I like his writing although there seems to be a knowledge of Sylvia, of course having been her husband and the father of their children. But there is also a distinct lack of emotion in what he writes about her. It is a foreword I suppose. Having had such a supposedly torrent relationship, you'd have thought there would be more passion in what he writes about her. Perhaps the suggestion is that he didn't highly rate her writing. I get the impression he was very egotistical. And I also think I've got the impression but without knowledge that he was a womaniser or should I say liked women, a lot of them and therefore was not faithful.
The result is that I'd like to continue reading that book at some point.
So I have lots more to write about yesterday. Observations of self whilst out and about - the steam train and the caves and then Swansea and Mumbles. Finally home, fire, Scrabble and bed.
Discussions and events have been so good for me. I'm feeling safer and safer to practise being more me.
Thank you God.
So until later .... signing off from Pantygelli, 4 miles from Abergavenny as I prepare to clean up and load the car, with a visit around Abergavenny itself. There's a Castle and an Abbey to see. Maybe we will stop somewhere else en route when we stop for lunch and then we're going to have a meal out this evening.
Oh I am feeling as if I've put on some more size which will mean weight too. I forgot to mention tis to my sponsor. I get scared and yet I think I could do with a little more roundedness. Who ever would have thought I'd be saying that. I just need to accept myself as I am and it's so much easier with slim than fat.
Bye for now
Bliss
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As always I was up at 6:00, phoned my sponsor at 6:15. I talked about the bracken or the fern situation yesterday, whilst on the steam train from Pant to a lake and back again. I want to write more about that too but I'm sneaking this post in whilst the others are finalising their readiness to leave. I had loads of time to get ready. I like being ready with time to spare. I had time to chat and debate and discuss. My meal was ready last night. I had just a few things to pack and I believe I have everything. I ant to be ready before everyone else and out of the way because I think this way I don't get into the frenzy of what's done and what's not. So here I am with some time to write.
I started reading M's Sylvia Plath book. Very interesting, the foreword by Ted Hughes. I like his writing although there seems to be a knowledge of Sylvia, of course having been her husband and the father of their children. But there is also a distinct lack of emotion in what he writes about her. It is a foreword I suppose. Having had such a supposedly torrent relationship, you'd have thought there would be more passion in what he writes about her. Perhaps the suggestion is that he didn't highly rate her writing. I get the impression he was very egotistical. And I also think I've got the impression but without knowledge that he was a womaniser or should I say liked women, a lot of them and therefore was not faithful.
The result is that I'd like to continue reading that book at some point.
So I have lots more to write about yesterday. Observations of self whilst out and about - the steam train and the caves and then Swansea and Mumbles. Finally home, fire, Scrabble and bed.
Discussions and events have been so good for me. I'm feeling safer and safer to practise being more me.
Thank you God.
So until later .... signing off from Pantygelli, 4 miles from Abergavenny as I prepare to clean up and load the car, with a visit around Abergavenny itself. There's a Castle and an Abbey to see. Maybe we will stop somewhere else en route when we stop for lunch and then we're going to have a meal out this evening.
Oh I am feeling as if I've put on some more size which will mean weight too. I forgot to mention tis to my sponsor. I get scared and yet I think I could do with a little more roundedness. Who ever would have thought I'd be saying that. I just need to accept myself as I am and it's so much easier with slim than fat.
Bye for now
Bliss
XX
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