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I’m Back!

When I started this blog I said I’d try to keep it afloat. Well, that didn’t really happen (I got sucked back into my cat blog again). Anyone who’s read my other blog recently will know that I have had to make a tough decision this week and because of that my cat blog will probably slow down a lot for the time being. I will try to get this one up to speed in order to feed my blogging habit. I’ve had some ideas for a few posts, and also, I have lots of plans for the next 12 months so that should give me things to write about on here (I’ve decided that the best thing to do now is to keep busy).

I’ll put some more photos on here soon. I have a collection of nice pictures of my travels from the last couple of years. Then hopefully, I will have some good things to report about my current goals. I may even post a tick list so you can all support me (give me a kick up the arse!) if you don’t see those ticks appearing. I am one of the world’s most accomplished (or least accomplished, depending on how you look at it) procrastinators!

I’m writing a proper blog post at the moment. This is just a re-hello after Mrs O. of Team Oyeniyi linked to my atheist/morals post  and reminded me that I do in fact have a second blog!
Thank you Mrs O! 🙂

Dark Compassion

Large Butterfly

This is a butterfly that I saw in a national park near Gramado, south Brazil. It was huge, the distance from wingtip to wingtip being about 20cm.

Dark Compassion

A hole, so deep
A dark, so midnight black
A soul, lost, forgotten…alone
Alone, alone, alone

A hole to hide in
A dark compassion
A soul afraid to leave
the comfort found within
Safe, safe…alone

A hole to fly from
A dark place lighted
A soul, brave, bathed in new light
stretches tired wings
A moment’s hindsight
for the blind safety left behind
Not safe…not alone

Me 22.10.08 (before I became the gringa)

This poem was written during a very difficult time in my life. When I wrote it I was just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, the end to a period of unrest and confusion. I had carved out a new life for myself, a new identity in many ways. I was so hopeful for the future, but also, still feeling somewhat mentally scarred from the past.