What is the remedy for losing the plot and being an unpleasant creature to be around?
On those occasions when you think that your responsibilities are just...
Too much!
You know that compared to most, life is pretty good.
But........?
There's too many plates threatening to fall off their spinning stick and bury you,
Because of the silly choices you keep making.
When you have a full life,
It is hard to fit in the unexpected,
Like needing more sleep, illnesses, forgotten appointments and put-off household chores.
So......,
You get yourself a plan,
With a bit of light at the end of the tunnel.
You drag your sorry head off the pillow,
Get up, get active, sing and.......,
Clean the shed.
Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life. On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria - if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Sunday, 22 February 2015
Thursday, 12 February 2015
ASD and Feeling
How do you explain that you,
Feel too much.
All your waking day,
You put up walls to help insulate you.
So you can function,
As you are 'typically' supposed to.
But behind that wall,
The turbulent miasma,
Of emotional experience builds.
If there is not a slow release of pressure.
When you can,
Under control,
In solitude,
Slowly let them come in,
And gently wash over you,
You drown.
In the rushing waterfall,
Screaming and yelling and fighting till the end.
Or in self-imposed silence.
Feel too much.
All your waking day,
You put up walls to help insulate you.
So you can function,
As you are 'typically' supposed to.
But behind that wall,
The turbulent miasma,
Of emotional experience builds.
If there is not a slow release of pressure.
When you can,
Under control,
In solitude,
Slowly let them come in,
And gently wash over you,
You drown.
In the rushing waterfall,
Screaming and yelling and fighting till the end.
Or in self-imposed silence.
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