Haven't done this for ages... blog that is. It feels weird.
Another thing I haven't done much of late is write poems... but here is one. May it be of interest to somebody.
I do not google myself.
These days I am happier viewing others
who just happen to share a same name
(this name and that, and even the other).
I study their grand achievements:
doctors of psychiatry, literature,
an author of children’s books,
and whilst there was a time
I would have felt pressure,
disappointment and even a sense of shame,
I think that nonsense has finally blown away
and now, on some possibly insane level,
I just feel pride in their names.
Call me ridiculous.
I mean - look at this one:
Professor of cultural something or another,
Producer of academic tomes,
and, with the inevitable Fox/Quaker connections,
Promoter of peace to boot.
What a woman.
Today it feels enough, more than that,
that they are doing it,
that they are all so hard at work;
neat army of busy minds.
And me? What of the messy mes?
We just potter about quietly,
no need to panic,
for there are safe hands,
somewhere else,getting important things done.