Poetry

I covered a plain brown notepad sometime ago with great plans of making a journal and recording my creations.  Making notes of patterns and adjustments.  This went by the wayside for one reason or another not sure why.  The journal was empty and unused.  Whilst looking for a notebook to make a record of the poetry I had been writing for the church website I came across it and had a light bulb moment.  The perfect place for some creative writing...

I have had fun sorting through drawers and arranging papers and toppers into categories.  Browsing the stacks of paper and the stunning array of colours.  It was like going through treasure, I had so much fun.  It certainly filled a couple of hours and was a joy to be working on something constructive.  It was a task that gave me purpose and a delight to put everyday issues to one side.  

I have left some space around the papercraft to write notes and record how we coped and were feeling throughout this pandemic.  The poem slots into an envelope.

I have been trying out different styles of both journalling and poetry.

I have also made a start at looking through some of the creative writing courses online.  It is my intention to enlist onto one of them.  Maybe, a taster course first to see how I get on.  There are so many free courses available at the moment so I feel it is the perfect opportunity.  You are never to old to learn.  My only problem is the intermittent internet connection.  One of the issues of living on a remote Island.  We have also been warned to expect blackouts due to power cuts and to keep torches and a blanket handy.

Sadly, 2 cases of coronavirus have now been confirmed on the Isle of Lewis so the pandemic has suddenly become a reality for us now.  Inevitable I suppose, although I had harboured a secret hope.  

There has been a reduction of the ferry service.  They are now operating an essential lifeline timetable as a result of the ongoing Covid-19 pandemic.  Freight is still coming across so there really shouldn't be too many shortages if everyone is sensible.

My dear Dad was taken into hospital in the early hours of Tuesday morning struggling to breathe due to his COPD.  My heart is breaking as we are unable to be with him.   The fear of anything happening whilst he is in hospital on his own is tearing me apart.  All we can do is wait.

Hope all is well with you and that you are filling your days.

See you soon.