You’ve probably noticed that my last several posts have all been works of poetry instead of my usual ramblings. This is simply because I’m just really tuned into that kind of creative energy right now for some reason and I feel like taking advantage of it.
There’s also the fact that I’ve been feeling very distracted lately so it’s hard to put my focus on any one thing for too long. With poetry, it always comes to me very quickly and requires very little tweaking, so it’s just: Bing! Bang! Boom! Done!
So, my whole point is that you’ll probably be seeing mostly poetry for the next little bit and little else… Well, maybe the odd different thing here and there – who knows? But hey, this blog is titled Random Deviations, so randomness is what you signed up for!
I’ve also got more poetry on my Instagram page that hasn’t been showcased here, if you’re interested!
Hopefully everyone is well and taking good care of themselves amid all the quarantine craziness! Ta ta for now!
Fickle is the Muse's favour,
Alighting in the minds of but a lucky few.
Like the furtive fluttering of gossamer wings,
It tickles the senses and awakens one's sleeping spirit
To endless possibilities and effortless creation.
Until it takes flight, seemingly on a whim,
As if it never was, leaving us wanting.
Leaving naught but a terrible lack, an absence,
An endless drought of ideas that stretches on and on.
Oh, but to be at Inspiration's mercy,
To walk that line between its benevolence and its indifference,
What a dreadfully wonderful place to be!
The world is a strange place these days, isn’t it? The streets, schools, and playgrounds are empty. Hardly anyone is allowed to go to work. People are locked up tight in solitary confinement, or “quarantine” if you prefer. I think my version is much more apt though, don’t you? Whether it’s self-imposed or not, it still feels a lot like imprisonment. In addition, we grow more and more cynical and suspicious of each other with each passing day. “Did she just cough?!” Where does my neighbor think he’s going? He’s supposed to stay home! “Is somebody stealing my toilet paper?” On and on it goes, with no end in sight.
Sing to me of days gone by
Of days when we stood in the sun
And the shadows were far behind
Sing to me your songs of today
Of how your head hangs heavy
Yet your spirit remains strong
Yes, sing to me of days to come
Of when we'll hold each other closeAnd once again stand in the sun
It’s been eight years since my last blog post. Just let it sink in for a moment and think about that. It was 2012 and times were much simpler. Much, much simpler in fact, what with all the craziness that is the Covid-19 pandemic assaulting the world at the moment. I was also much younger and a very different person in those days. At least I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that I’ve grown both as a person and as a writer during the intervening years. I really do hope the latter is true most of all, because looking back at my past entries, I find myself… cringing somewhat?
I’m going to start off by saying that I’m going to do this entry a little different from my weird, wacky usual. Talking about broccoli as evidence that pigs can fly and dying anthropomorphic birds is fun and all (it really is!), but sometimes I like to tone it down a bit to try to fool people into thinking that I’m at least somewhat normal. So let’s begin, shall we?
Today was a really nice day. That seems like a somewhat strange topic for a blog entry, doesn’t it? I mean, nothing particularly exciting happened; I didn’t come across anything out of the ordinary, or even meet anyone new. It was simply a really nice day.
It was sunny and warm, and I managed to take a nice long walk along the waterfront. There aren’t many days when I actually stop and take in everything around me. Even though I’ve only been in the city of Kelowna for about 6 months, I’ve already started taking all the amazing scenery for granted. How is that even possible? There are mountains, forests and a giant beautiful lake basically right outside my front door! And when I say “giant”, I mean it. Okanagan Lake has a surface area of 351 km² (135.5 mi²) so it’s kind of hard to miss.
I snapped a few pictures with my phone to share; the quality isn’t great and I’m no photographer, but you can still see that it’s a sight to behold.
I even stopped to take a closer look at things that I normally would have just walked past.
People in general tend to overlook the things that surround them once they’ve become accustomed to them. It’s just human nature; when there’s change, we adapt, and anything that was previously amazing to us simply becomes mundane.
But it doesn’t have to be that way. One can open one’s eyes and learn to appreciate everything once again; all you need is the desire to do so.
That’s why I’m so grateful that I decided to start writing and join the blogging community. In an effort to discover things to blog about, I have managed to open my eyes once again and really look at the world around me; and with the amount of talented bloggers out there, especially those who have an eye for photography (I particularly liked Frivolous Monsters‘ pics of Manchester), it’s hard not to.
Posting pictures like this most likely won’t become the norm for me. Like I said earlier, I’m no photographer and my camera just doesn’t do the scenery justice anyway. But I really did have a great time today doing this, so who knows what the future will bring?
In the end, I’m just thankful that everyone has been so supportive and encouraging. I really didn’t expect this blog of mine to go anywhere, yet today I managed to surpass 500 all-time views (which I know doesn’t seem like a lot to many of you; a lot of people get that or more on a daily basis, but to me it’s a tremendous accomplishment). And now, I get to look out of my apartment window and realize that I’ve got it pretty good: