A sniper. A cat. A death. The police were arguing what these seemingly unconnected clues meant: “It’s obvious” said One. “It’s a terrorist calling himself sniper cat!” “No I think…..” he… Read More »Sniper Cat Reprised. By Edward Lewison-Hawksworth
A Song for Simeon T. S. Eliot Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blooming in bowls andThe winter sun creeps by the snow hills; The stubborn season had made stand. My… Read More »TS Eliot's 'A Song for Simeon.'
STRANGERS ON A TRAM I was on a tram going home form schoolwhen who should get on it but my mother,wearing the brown tweed costume Mrs Dowlepassed on to her before… Read More »Fleur Adcock meeting her mother on a train!
Sometimes a day in bed with the aftermath of migraine can yield untold pleasure! This book had been recommended in the most positive terms and had sat by the side… Read More »The Girl with a dragon Tattoo! REPRISE! Stig Larsson
I was aware of being shy and without confidence from a very early age. I think perhaps it was because I got too much attention as a child for being… Read More »Christopher Dawson’s Shy boy in Salford: Part One.
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Tuition grants a student attention. Attention that can listen and encourage and challenge. Sometimes as a tutor the best breakthrough in terms of learning and confidence about learning, about being… Read More »Thought for the day: Paying attention. Real attention.
Thought for the day Confidence from a tangent: Greetings from the near side of the moon…have you noticed how beautiful she is, how full, glowing, pearlescent:) So there you have… Read More »Thought for the Day by Moira Eribenne
Last week I walked my three lurchers into a good mood. Me rather than them. They tend to be rather more consistently sweet natured than me. And as I walked… Read More »Settlement.
T S Eliot’s poem is seasonally chilly and unseasonally doubtful about the conventional joyous journey of the three wise men. Like Robert Browning before him and Carol Ann Duffy after… Read More »T S Eliot's Journey fo the Magi ( From Areil) Brief Commentary.
A cold coming we had of it,Just the worst time of the yearFor a journey, and such a long journey:The ways deep and the weather sharp,The very dead of winter.And… Read More »TSEliot: The journey of the Magi
I used to like cycling in cul-de-sacs. Then I discovered Treasure Island!!’ Janet Lewison @confidence4life
Playing with other voices. Modelling yourself on ‘excellent’ others, liberates the mind and body. A holiday from the weight of yourself!
…under her skin, deep down within her bones, there once lived a very small whimsy named hope www.confidence.for.life
‘Helping you find new ways through the maze of underconfidence..’ Dr Janet Lewison
from “The Wind Among the Reeds“ Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the… Read More »wB Yeats: He wishes for the cloths of heaven.
Neil Gaiman dances on tired eyelids! Reading him is like opening your front door to find a shiny gold sovereign in the beak of a magpie wearing a pink velvet coat!… Read More »Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things: ‘The Flints of Memory Lane’
Tis the season of A Christmas Carol…all over the country in schools,church halls, theatres and community centres lurks the meanest, tightest, ‘squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous,old sinner’ … SCROOGE!… Read More »Dickens’ A Christmas Carol starring Scrooge and his peculiar brand of Confidence!
The memory throws up high and dry A crowd of twisted things; A twisted branch upon the beach 25 Eaten smooth, and polished As if the world gave up The… Read More »T S Eliot: from Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Walking by the side of one of Rivington’s Lakes today and I was dazzled by the morning light upon the water. The dogs and I had to stop walking as… Read More »A Morning Miracle
‘This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.’ Flowered curtains, thin and frayed, Fall to within five inches of… Read More »Larking with Philip Larkin: Mr Bleaney’s Room
Glory Nights. And when you walked out onto that stage of sight and sound did you remember me? Head high up in the clouds trying to make your way up… Read More »Cath Corri: Glory Nights
The big red button Mary’s had been a grey childhood. All shades of grey that was true, but still as grey as her favourite cat’s tail in November. Of… Read More »The big red button!
George was waiting for his pen to write. Some days he could sit for long minutes, whilst everything began and got tangled up and then there would be this small… Read More »Dust two
Friendship with ones self is all important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.
Whilst walking the dogs this morning I had a sudden glimpse of a time of my life when I did shyness very well!Exceptionally well in fact. Like an expert as… Read More »A shy memory!
In talking, shyness and timidity distort the very meaning of my words. I don’t pretend to know anybody well. People are like shadows to me and I am like a… Read More »Gwen John on Shyness!
I found this again as an earlier blog and his late poem, Aubade reminds me once more of Larkin’s enduring appeal. He is deeply attached to anxiety! Here the anxiety is… Read More »Larkin's 'Aubade': A a special way of being afraid?
I was wondering this morning about influence in writing and how such influence may allow for experiment and the space to become a writer with one’s own style or voice.… Read More »What the Dickens!
CHAPTER 1I AM BORN Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whetherthat station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.… Read More »David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
