Liebster Award with a twist!
Yesterday I came upon a blog post by one of my top favourite bloggers Experienced Tutors. Dean was given another blog award but because of getting so many, wanted to skip the usual format of forwarding the award and instead do something else altogether. This tutor loves bending the rules for fun, and who could blame him. In Dean’s own words: “I have decided not to pass the award on directly but those of you want it and are willing to pass it on must earn it. So, the rule is, you need to complete the following sentence: “I would love to receive the Liebster Award from Experienced Tutors because. . . ” This is not a competition because all who reply will receive the award.“
Perfectionism
Banjaxed, tired high and wrecked. That’s how yesterday unfolded. After being up till 3.30am writing, I managed to sleep only 3h. I was unable to sleep, and as a result, I was going over the things I still needed to do before Saturday’s National MS Day in Galway. One of the topics of the day will be a panel discussion on being ‘active and interactive’ when living with MS and as always, it seems to turn into a college-type project.
From The Frontier Of Writing, by Seamus Heaney
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make and number and, as one bends his face towards your window, you catch sight of more on a hill beyond, eyeing with intent down cradled guns that hold you under cover and everything is pure interrogation until a rifle motions and you move with guarded unconcerned acceleration— a little emptier, a little spent as always by that quiver in the self, subjugated, yes, and obedient. So you drive on to the frontier of writing where it happens again. The guns on tripods; the sergeant with his on-off mike repeating data about you, waiting for the squawk of clearance; the marksman training down out of the sun upon you like a…
Writing, a quiet observation
There is something about words, something fluid, warm, recognisable and true. Just a short while ago I was again reminded of my love for anything written, and how it more than likely, came to be. Early on in life, I was already a dedicated library-lover. Living above one eased the path towards it, and it definitely turned me into a bibliophile. Countless hours and days were spent walking around in it, searching and nurturing books. When my Dutch language teacher put me on the spot when I was 14 years old, he made me admit blame for a silly grammatical mistake in front of the whole class, asking me if I had any dictionaries at home, and if so, why they weren’t on my desk when I wrote that particular essay. While…
The virtue of books
Writing is cathartic, it empties your mind of needless clutter and thoughts that make you feel unhappy, unheard. I started writing as a way to deal with an illness that cannot be cured, but it turned into much more: a passion, a craze. If you write for the right reasons, you add value to your life. If you do not write to get published, and you’re not looking for recognition or fame, then you’re writing because you have to write. You just need to write. You cannot but write. Acknowledgement is nice, but it is not why I sit down with an empty, white page in front of me; it is not my goal. I write because I want to share. Where a painter picks up his brush, I have…
Love
WordPress Daily Prompt I Want to Know What Love Is We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”? Dedication. Commitment. Affection. Compassionate. Hope. Acknowledgement. Loyalty. If these words scare you… just love. Love yourself, love others. Love whatever makes you strive for more and everything else will fall into place. © Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me, 2011-2013. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given…
Divine words
Yes, I do have too much time on my hands. Only said so last night when contemplating my favourite-English-words-list with another history enthusiast. I love lists, the only problem is that I forget either that I ever made a list for so-and-so, or I simply forgot where I put it. Nevertheless, yes… I suppose I really do have a lot of time on my hands. Waking up, taking my meds, attempting to huddle myself downstairs for that much-needed cup of strong caffeine and waiting for an online call from my mum is a religiously followed daily habit. I then try to plan the remainder of the day mindfully but living with MS means that masterminding a day is often like solving a puzzle without having all the bits and pieces…
