Yes

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photo credit: rsmithing Amor Electrica via photopin (license)

Many years ago, I remember watching a documentary in which they had film of John Lennon explaining how the first time he had walked into Yoko Ono’s gallery the first work he had seen had simply consisted of the word YES! John Lennon maintained that if it hadn’t been such an unequivocally positive message he wouldn’t have continued looking around the gallery and wouldn’t have met Yoko.

I don’t know if I’ve always viewed the word ‘Yes’ as such a positive, I think it is easy to say yes to something without wholeheartedly committing to it. Whether that is saying you will take the bins out, volunteering for a project at work or saying you will help a friend. I know for certain I’ve been guilty of saying yes, but secretly having my fingers crossed behind my back and hoping someone else will do it instead.

However, one thing I can definitely say is yes to the question – has this been a good year.

Of course I’m not unaware of all the horrible things that are happening all over the world, the political upheavals and uncertainties, and on a personal note I’ve probably had as many setbacks as a normal year.

Nothing has really changed apart from my attitude to the world. It might be that I have slipped into a comfort zone but my previous experience of comfort zones wasn’t at all comfortable, because I had the uncertainty of what the universe would do to me if I dared to move out of where I was. This current feeling is one of balance and positivity. Yes it definitely helps that I can give some focus to my creative projects and I’m no longer trying to be a paper thin imitation of someone and something else.

This might be an illusion, I might be as deluded now as I was eighteen months ago and still heading in the wrong direction with life. But the difference is that eighteen months ago I would not have answered the question ‘is life good?’ with the answer ‘YES’.

photo credit: jenny downing with every good wish via photopin (license)

photo credit: jenny downing with every good wish via photopin (license)

I’m taking a blogging and social media break over the festive period (working to complete my poetry collection Wreckage for release in Jan/Feb 2017), so apart from a few scheduled posts which will pop up over the next couple of weeks this is it until the New Year.

If you would like to read some more of my work you will find a couple of my poems, December Alone and Safe Inside, included in the Winter Magic collection on wattpad.

Winter Magic

Finally, I’d just like to wish you all a peaceful and restful couple of weeks, thanks for reading and have a great and positive 2017.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Let it out

Thank you to all in the WordPress community, out on Twitter and Facebook too, that allow me to express myself.

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Where would we be without the ability to put thoughts onto paper – whether as fiction, poetry or in art.

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Celebrate

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That went quick – Made of Sticks and Stones is two years old today so many thanks for all your views, support and encouraging words.

And to the future wherever it may take us all …

Hurry

Rush, rush,
Hurry, hurry,
Rush, rush,
Worry, worry…

They might not think
I love them.
The shops may be shut
For a week!
I’ve got to be ready
For Christmas,
So I’ve got to go
Buy, buy, buy,
To be the perfect
Consumer worker bee,
Buzz, buzz, buzz…

Wrap, wrap, wrap,
Rush, hurry,
Wrap, wrap, wrap,
Rush, worry;
Buy more
Crap, crap, crap… (Repeat to fade)

This is only the real meaning of Christmas if you let it be. Try to remember millions of presents won’t bring happiness and the kids will only end up playing with the box anyway.

Depending on how you are feeling Bah Humbug or Merry Christmas.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Healing

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You don’t start to heal until you move on.

Thanks

I’ve not been very well over the last month or so. Just the run-of-the-mill autumn/winter type of infection but it has left me short of energy and patience.
I’ve managed to keep up-to-date with 99% of the work I’ve had on (still working towards that masterplan) including setting up another blog but I’ve slipped behind dealing with other stuff. It’s the social media stuff I’m on about.
Also I’ve been lax at replying to a lot of the kind comments made to my recent blog posts and also I haven’t been liking as many WordPress posts as usual.
I say liking posts, but what I actually mean is pressing the like button – not actually reading and liking posts, dear me no! I wasn’t allowing myself the luxury of relaxing and enjoying some poetry or fiction.


That is not what I got into blogging for. Oh, that’s right that is exactly why I got into blogging.
So forgive me if I haven’t replied to a comment I will get back to you and definitely before the end of 2016.
And you have my word from now on if I’ve liked or shared a post of yours then I have read it and loved it.
Thanks for your continued support, while I could probably manage without you it is so much more fun having you along for the ride.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Light A Candle

These are not my words. I’ve just come across them, I don’t know who wrote them but feel they are appropriate at this time not just for those affected by the Paris attacks but for all those victims of terror and oppression throughout the world.

And I will light a candle for you
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

The seasons come and go, and I’m weary from the change
I keep moving on, you know it’s not the same
And when I’m walking all alone
Do you hear me call your name?
Do you hear me sing the songs we used to sing?

You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise
Always saw that something special deep within your eyes
And through the good times and the bad
We carried on with pride
I hold on to the love and life we knew.

And I will light a candle for you
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

Heaven help us, he’s been thinking again

I have been working my way through some old notes and came across these few lines.
It is not poetry or anything much of anything in particular, it is just a random thought and as it from old notes, I’m not quite sure what prompted it. Still, I thought I’d share it anyway.

Even if you allow
For reincarnation,
You only get one shot
At this life.

That’s it, no more thinking for now. I’ll go back to some more, aimless, staring out the window.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Weeble Wobble

My confidence level, very, rarely stays high. As low as the Marianas Trench, now, I can manage that no problem.
I’m so good at having low-confidence I could even give talks on the subject. Not that anyone would want to listen to me droning on…
You get the picture; I love to talk myself down. And given that it is now four months since I quit work. Summer has been and gone, the days are becoming shorter, and doubts are sneaking-up to hide in the shadows waiting to pounce.
Where’s an Alchemist when you need one?
Let me make it clear, I do not regret leaving my previous employment, in fact, I believe it will turn out to be the best decision I ever made. No, NEWSFLASH, it is the best decision I have ever made in my life so far. However…
At the moment the goals I am working towards haven’t been bringing in the big bucks.

“My other piece of advice, Copperfield,” said Mr. Micawber, “you know. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery. The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and – and in short you are forever floored. As I am!”
From David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.

Perhaps they never will. I knew that when I made my decision. But still when someone asks me have I got a job(?), have I been applying for jobs(?). I get angry. Now those that ask me have I got employment tend to know far more about my “Grand Plan” than I have shared online. They shouldn’t need to ask loaded questions, right?
The Big Push
However, the real reason I get angry is because, whisper it, I’ve been asking myself the same.
Is the “Grand Plan” a load of old tosh? I’ll fail at this goal; I’m not good enough to fulfil that role. No one wants to read my poems, let alone my stories. It’s pointless, I’m useless.
For some reason, this time, this self-depreciation made me think of Weebles…

…you know the things that wobble, but won’t fall down.
Because I know it is just a wobble, I’m not falling over; and if I do fall over then so what. At worst, it is a grazed knee or a bruised ego. The plan goes on.
Why?
Well this time there is a difference, this time I actually like and respect the person I am working for, because I am my own boss. That does not mean I haven’t had some good bosses in the past and that I won’t at some future date find myself within a traditional career structure and happy to be there.
For this is not about self-employment, this is about self-respect.
Yes, my current boss makes mistakes, wastes time, spends way too long in coffee shops just staring out of the window, and is the only one who finds his crappy jokes funny. But overall, he is making progress.
Yes, the “Grand Plan” may be held together by sticky backed plastic and forward motion may be limited to a series of Weeble wobbles but I am wholly responsible for my own future.

Falling Down
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Wisdom

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Just chill.