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Are they me?

The first book published in my name is a book about an embroiderer.

Sigh, you say. Where’s the drama, where’s the angst.

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March is almost done?

Really?

April’s coming?  The last month of the first quarter of the year?

Crikey!

 I have to look back and ask: is there accomplishment in the last almost four months?

 

Well, yes. I’ve almost finished Michael, despite the hurdles that are being thrown my way.

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#writerswhogarden…

Gardening.

One either loves it or hates it.

And I am one of those who loves gardening and to whom a man like Monty Don is a saint.

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Its Time … to Vote.

Fifteen blog posts…

http://pruebatten.com/2016/05/15/fight-and-win/

http://pruebatten.com/2016/05/26/poo-n-stuff/

http://pruebatten.com/2016/05/30/where-else-in-the-world/

http://pruebatten.com/2016/06/05/licence-to-party/

http://pruebatten.com/2016/06/25/breathing-the-sea/

http://pruebatten.com/2016/07/23/name-calling/

http://pruebatten.com/2016/10/31/a-time-of-firsts/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/04/21/voter-backlash/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/05/22/counselling-the-council/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/05/30/inconvenient-truths/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/06/18/floating-my-boat/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/06/14/transparent-as-mud/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/06/18/floating-my-boat/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/08/05/four-twenty-blackbirds/

http://pruebatten.com/2017/09/14/art-spin-doctoring/

… countless hours of time, a few thousands of words, days spent in tactical talks with the powerhouse of the anti-fish farm movement, weeks spent on the phone raising a fighting fund in the early days, hours spent doing leaflet drops. Even sitting with politicians, talking, talking, talking…

And for what?

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Voice of the sea…

‘The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.’

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

 

Life sometimes makes me anxious.

I’m sure it makes everyone anxious. But the one place I feel content, free and at peace is in, on or by the sea. I wish Mum was still alive so that I could ask her how old I was when I was introduced to the sea.

When did I learn to swim? My memories go back to a time when I could swim and dive, perhaps I was six. After that, the memories come thick and fast…

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Time marches on…

Wow!

2018!

Already!

Is there anyone else who thinks this year has passed at the speed of light?

As I hugged my dog tight at midnight, trying to ameliorate the effect of fIreworks on him, I thought on my year.

Was it good? Could it be better?

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