The End: December 1st 2013.
It’s
time to bring Creative Meowser Land to it’s conclusion.
It’s time for something
else. Maybe there will be a new blog, but with a different focus. It might be
called ‘I like woolly jumpers’ or ‘my life in op shops’.
Privacy
is a funny old bird isn’t it? I have still been somewhat private despite how
open my blog might seem. Oh, the things I’ve left out, you’d be proud of my
self control! I may go back and remove some entries, or edit out things that I
feel have the potential to do more harm than good. There might be whole entries
that no longer need to be floating in the ether.
I
got a book of Michael Leunig’s cartoony wisdom from the library and it’s just
adorable. This collection is called ‘The Stick’, and I have found it most
inspiring.
I’m
also considering having a blog called “Less and Small”, where I do my best to
have less and less and take joy in smaller and smaller things. This would be
pretty challenging for me as I do love gathering little objects and buying
clothes from op shops. What if I halved my wardrobe? These are the kind of
things I’m pondering.
Riding my bike and getting back into painting, cartooning
and creative writing would count as ‘small things’. I do want a kayak which isn’t
very ‘small’, and it then requires having a roof rack, then actually lifting it
and going somewhere to use it.
Do you think that in order to have a small goal
you sometimes have to have a bigger initial goal in order to implement it? What about people who have so much and yet are
trapped in the treadmill of debt and anxiety? I suppose having a kayak isn't that outrageous. It’s just sort of big and cumbersome. On the ocean it would be
small, and I could kayak for hours and be very content.
I
saw Corn on Friday and he quoted Steven Wright “you can’t have everything,
where would you put it?”.
This
isn’t the way most people think though is it? I spoke to a man and I repeated
the Wright quote to him. He looked at me and said ‘I’d find somewhere to put it”.
Yeah, up his giant asshole probably.
So
yesterday I threw myself into a metaphorical fire. I’m shaken and sore, but in
a stable condition. I went somewhere and did some things and thought I might
get some answers.
Conclusions
have been reached. No more voluntary walking through fire for me in the near
future. Thanks for reading.
Fire
Walking
By
Candice.
The
view of the lake is beautiful
clouds
are moving fast in the sky
blue
dark fixed eyes
Steady intent
I
put my hand on his chest
I
don’t know what I thought would come of this
Come
of this
come of this
come of this
It’s
a burning that will never been quenched
not
by all of Rotoiti’s heavy water
the stench of it
clings
to me
sulphur
and
fire
excess
desire
cows
dance in the wet grass
my
eyes hurt and my body is remade
no
regrets then?
Drink more water
Feel
less sorry for self
Notice
the small things
Wear
a fire proof jacket.
xxx