Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Love the poetry @BlueBay @Silenus

You are our minstrels ❣

Hi @Silenus,

Thanks for your generous engagement with my rambling, spontaneous, had-too-little-sleep monologue the other day. If I do continue to write these things here occasionally, they don't require any response at all really, unless you are especially moved to it. That kind of writing is mainly just for me to get out some deeper self-reflections that I would not be motivated to write without the space you have opened up here to do it.

I get where you are coming from with the one world concept and largely agree. On the other hand, the shaping influence of the cultures we arise from have a powerful impact on us and, for me, it's sometimes necessary to acknowledge and reflect on that.

I'm glad you have responded with some 'rambling away at the periphery'. That's pretty much what I was doing in writing the piece, so it's cool with me to get that kind of thing back in reply.

The writer has now given permission (yay!) but I have to wait a week and then contact the publishing entity in Germany to get permission from there too (they are too busy to respond immediately). I have calmed down about the wait though. Now that I have the writer's permission, I think the other is likely to be a formality. All this for something that is really just a simple little video to be released on the net. An interesting ride though, if emotionally bumpy. The video itself was quite hard to make too for various reasons I won't go into and I put myself through the wringer at that stage with it as well really. It's funny to think it's only 2 minutes long.

I remember reading before about your feelings when there was lack of interest and support from you friends and family on release of your self-published books. It's one of those things I find comes with the creative terrain. We are all taught from such a young age to be consumers of culture that it's often hard for those closest to us to support anything that doesn't immediately meet their highly developed tastes. It's a tough field and I agree it involves a high level of self sufficiency in the satisfaction of doing it to continue with it at all.

Diggin' the beat of your heart!

Hugs back atcha! 🙂

The world could be ending,
But who cares?

There's always hope,
A small light at the end.

Don't be passive,
Jump off the train,
Before it crashes.

Let live!

Yay @Snuchu ❣

Love the poem 😊

He @Mazarita

Hello I'm back........My messages are now going in my junk mail and got to remember to check and....still ill.....now my ears are blocked......so far it's gotten me out of doing the dishes for about 3 days and picking my son up from work for about 3 dys..alas....no more.....

We had two friends staying with us for three days and since they went to High School with me and husband they were mightily blown away from the change in my husband and I took as much thanks as I could.....(but still made meals.)....

my holiday is over and I'm in bed paranoid that Imm taking too much medication every day........

are you making more videos?

Hi @PeppiPatty, good to hear from you. So sorry you are struggling with illness. I hope that gets better for you very soon. I understand your paranoia about the meds. I often worry about taking too much too as they are known to keep us in bed too much. On the other hand, I guess we remember what things were like before them. In my case it keeps me taking them and trying to access my own will to move forward regardless of the side effects. With how busy you have been lately, you seem to be acting on that will very much. I'm pretty much always making videos, except for occasional breaks when things aren't working out so well with particular projects. Media has been part of my life for 30 years and I may still be doing it when I'm 80! Just imagine an 80 year old into electronic music and weird videos and that might be me, lol. Hugs your way, dear friend.

it's hard to get a grip on myself

it's hard to grip anything at the moment

falling again

i do't know what i am even doing on here

i like to chat to others

to feel loved supported and cared

this anger is building up

i think the dog needs a walk

but i can't even be bothered

wish i could just run away

oh that's whay i say all the time

run away, disappear, go away

that's all i can say

damn

the lid of my emotions is going to pop

and i can't explain what i will do

destruction is one

self harm is another

oh i don't even think i can do that

sorry this is not making any sense at all. it's not even a poem, it's just dumb writing