In the days when I worked full time at the day job, this was a time to complete, to wrap up the year end, make make a dash for the break. At the same time, it was a time to look forward to the new year, to plan new ventures, seek out new business possibilities.
It usually involved targets, objectives and projections that would be built into the new year’s business plans. By the time Christmas arrived I was usually exhausted and stretched like a violin string full of anxiety for the next year. The joys of the
self employed. As I grew older and attempted to be more philosophical. I tried to find time to build a personal practice that better suited my situation. I wrote about one attempt at this and it may be a signpost as we begin to think of new year resolutions
and self improvement and so on.
As always, read, enjoy, share. I would love some feedback. Enjoy the coming season with a special thought and effort towards those who are disadvantaged for whatever reason.
A Week of Retreat
The test was to set out a practice - a daily ritual that would put life into some shape that would map to getting older - nearer to the inevitable.
Have to report that it didn’t work - the rebel up-scuttled it completely reached the place of whybother why not bow to lifelong patterns
It did start out well, it has to be said reflection, exercise, scribbles happened it even embraced the good habit of hygiene and eating
Day three brought the volta – dramatic collapse of the party’s resolve - lethargy prevailed and constrained - a day of observation of the nothing.
From then on it was limp awkwardly, painfully
out of the black hole into some sort of shaping of time some kind of doing, to halve the rot.
A kind of repair can be happily reported - fraction though it is, but fault lines are gaping and dangerous – a jagged reminder
of the fragility of things.
Peter Clarke July 2016
Noel Mc Iver
Thank you Peter.I love your work. Hape a peaceful and Joyful Christmas. Noel in Perth Western Australia.
It always amazes me when I see the difference between the inner journey and what others see or project on us. My projection is to rename your poem 'courage'
Nice and true (for me at least) words, Peter
Brings to mind Krapps Last Tape.
I think we all know this road really well! Great description of the rise and fall resolutions.
I like this "journey" Peter esp opening verse your mapping exercise and last 3 from then on . . . Good to workshop it?
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.