The anguish and unbearable
pain of hard uncertainty,
violence and the passing
of time in fear.
The growing anticipation of
the worst -
yet bravery to face anything.
Broken hearts in solidarity -
from near and far.
The pupils dilate in adrenaline
rushes of preparation
for unannounced attacks.
And those that survive live
to remember and bare
the stretch of a mark.
We are strong.
Morning coffee in the car
And yet there's a war that just broke out.
Somehow through history books it all feels
current and it's happening in real time.
Crazy.
Shaky.
I'm quite scared to be honest but happy to
be able to blog while I drive to work.
Technology.
But if I lost my loved ones I couldn't bare it.
I could imagine a world where you progress but don't advance.
And where you think outside of the box
But I could never imagine not being able to make visible
< Transferable skills.
Ideal.
Love for whatever I do,
Care for the task,
Consideration of the other
Of their interests
And of the path
To the outcome.
Ideal.
I deal with a lot.
Sometimes all I think about is James Corden. Not the popular one - but my first mentor. He was the absolute inspiration. And made me who I am today. He taught me to teach as part of any work process. To ask 'so what' and always get to the next answer. What is it that you want to say? Employers always get it if you're answering their questions. They're the ones who set them. It's like an untold yet unhidden truth that most fear to express freely. Yet it's the core of communicating your work personality.
And James unlocked this in me.
And I unlocked this in others.
And that's how you improve.
You just ask.
Surely I should have been an acknowledged blogger by now
Someone who touches the heart of the viewer creating the image of these words in their own colours and shapes.
Someone who touches the heart of this reader as much as is accessible and intertangeable.
Someone who creates words.
And then again, someone who forgets big and small events of life,
Who is found in the middle yet center of their own gravity,
Who longs but has not longed in a while.
Someone who fears Altzheimer's but can spell it,
And someone who really, really, can't make sense of the burning love and loneliness that should have found a shelter by now.
What is life, you learn it all and can't implement as much of it.
Like A River
I can hear the cold
and feel the warmth
of this moment
up the hill.
I climbed it;
my personal pilgrim,
and it feels personal
and mine.
One of the few things of mine
that have not .been invaded.
One of the few things of mine
that I can still protect.
The rest of my things,
I couldn't.
My family, my sexuality, my brilliance,
my heart.
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