I read somewhere that Picasso was constantly trying to learn how to paint as a child again. I am unsure how accurate this is but I love the idea. You may notice these posts are poorly connected, non-linear, possibly incoherent. Below is an excerpt of a conversation I overheard.
My Gran used this phrase frequently. She had used it in the small Yorkshire village she was raised in. The phrase was deployed as the Salvation Army volunteers would come into town. I love it for many reasons. The reason I am choosing it here, is to frame the dilemma
I was speaking to a friend. I had just watched their short film production. A great piece that obviously took hard work. Their phrase towards the end, it was just a silly thing. He was obviously using humour to soften something, maybe pride, embarrassment. whatever it was, his phrase got
"because sometimes a cigar is just a cigar", Sigmund Freud. Our unconscious unexpectedly bubbling into our everyday speech, unedited, seemingly so out of place. I guess this is the basis of what is known as Freudian slips. The problem with slipping or tripping though.... Surely you have done
It is interesting to note the number of violent, sudden and highly emotive deaths that occur in Pixar and Disney movies. Finding Nemo, mum and siblings get eaten within ten minutes of the movie starting. Encanto, Grandfather is murdered by a marauding mob. Frozen, the parents to Anna and Elsa
People are often consciously asking for advice when they come to see me for therapy. Jung amusingly states "the last thing people are looking for when they ask for advice, is advice". A person I was recently sharing a space with, or more to the point, sharing our
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I managed to fall off my bike recently. I was firstly struck by the gravel, then I was struck by the kindness of strangers. Strangers who stopped to call an ambulance, strangers who took me into their home and gave me a cup of tea and strangers who eventually drove
Memory of when I was 5, in school. Teacher was talking about something... I was day dreaming. I recall hearing the words 'sky scrapers'. At recess I ran into the play ground, the space opening up around me. I loved running. The blue of the sky was that
One song just gets it: Like ripples on a pond. Nikki Giovanni. https://youtu.be/7RfVGFvnoHA
A mouse sat on the beach. Small and full of want. Hunger The sand was yellow, the water blue, the sky clear. The mouse tired.... and hungry. As the sun ventured to meet the waves, a speck from the horizon grew larger. The mouse had to squint to see. The
The first question asked by this lovely blog site. I confirmed by adding my financial details from my bank card.....!!! Am I human? Thankyou financial institutions for confirming my humanity. cogitate in illa, parve..... Cogitate on that, baby