Category Archives: Musings

Gosh is it getting that late already?

Musings

Times flown by again and another year is almost past.So here’s another tune for you. It’s a quiet weekend again. In the silence if you listen carefully you can hear my bones clicking. But perhaps you would rather not and I respect that 😆

The Best That I Can Do For You Now

I do find christmas a difficult time. It just doesn’t do much for me. I have no objections to others getting jolly and all jingle belled up if they must of course as I am not really scrooge, or am I? To be honest I have both good and bad memories’ of Christmas as a child but strangely now I can’t relate to it much at all.

This time of year in preparation for the next I am being drawn, almost forced into doing a lot rethinking and adjustment in my attitude to my life generally. I find comfort in being in control but often joy and delight visit when I am in those moments in flow (creatively )and perhaps out of control. I have a rich and vivid imagination at times and whilst I do not act out some of my wilder thoughts and fantasies now I don’t fear them. They are passing ghosts usually, phantoms that disperse like smoke or mist. Better to wave hello and deal with them safely than let them get behind the egos steering wheel and set course for heaven knows where.

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I have No Faith left

Musings

Ok, actually it’s the title of my latest song. But I sort of have a bit too I guess. Bucketing down with rain again outside. I do hate the long dark evenings. Got to try and keep my morning exercises going as well. I am practicing Christmas songs for a Care Home Show at present.

I have decided it’s time to give up my old car. I have the use of my partners and I don’t need my car as I dont travel so much now and i don’t carry loads of gear around. It’s getting unreliable as it needs some TLC and it will just not be worth it. I have used it to travel to gigs for many years and european trips too but now it’s time to say cheerio and chin chin old thing. It’s odd how inanimate objects can hold so many memories, but they do strangely. Getting rid of it is sort of symbolic as I am saying goodbye to the last everyday tangible connection to a chapter in my life.