Happy 2015

I hope for you, as I hope for me, that 2015 brings joy and satisfaction in your endeavors, whether it emerges from writing, reading, teaching, or just plain living. I hope we all lean forward into better circumstances, and we drag others with us into better existences. I hope to find and keep balance and sanity, joy and success, dreams and glory, in 2015 and many years after that. I hope you find the same.

Here's to New Years and Old Years. I'm ready for 2015, and another year of writing like crazy. Don't let the sanity beat you down.

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Orna Raz
Happy new year dear Michael and lots of success with your new book:-)
Thursday, 01 January 2015 02:48
Michael W Seidel
Thank you, Orna. Your posts continue to feed my thinking and challenge my notions. Happy new year to you as well. Cheers, M
Sunday, 04 January 2015 17:11
Rosy Cole
All the best for 2015, Michael! I think you're getting all of us as fired up as you with your 'writing like crazy'. I really hope ... Read More
Thursday, 01 January 2015 17:39
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On a Train from Norwich to Cambridge

The day is grey and very, very still, self-contained in drowsy introspection.  But maybe it’s not sleeping at all but quietly meditating, plotting an event, contemplating crafting its next miracle.

 

The fog is blurring the silhouette of the trees, like pencil drawings rubbed with a ball of cotton wool.  The dark green tops blend in with the pale grey fog and, in the distance, the horizon merges with the never-ending East Anglian sky.

 

We pass a field with pigs.  Pale grey and black ones, ears twitching, eating something off the ground.  There’s a sow with large, dangling udders.  I think of what they are intended for – to nurture life, and feel slightly queasy at the thought of all these pigs being especially bred for human consumption.  Especially bred.  The phrase has something metallic and unnatural about it.

 

Further, there are sheep grazing in an enclosure.  Meek, dependent, accepting.  Created by and for man.

 

Two magpies, for joy, skipping by the waterlogged furrows left by large vehicle tyres, flicking their long tails.  Alert, clever, nervous.  

 

A weeping willow trails her weary autumnal yellow mane in a stream.   A congregation of ducks loitering in the water, like perky gossips.

 

A stretch of brown land with patches of black soil and occasional clumps of bright green grass.  A row of naked trees, their trunks all inclined in the same direction by recurring winds.

 

A peregrine falcon flapping its strong wings, whizzing in perfect parallel with the horizon.

 

A conference of rooks.  Glossy, jet-black splodges on a vibrant green canvas. 

 

The train pulls into a station.  On my right, up on a hill, the imposing stone towers of Ely Cathedral.  I gasp in awe at its imposing beauty.  Yet something in my heart tightens.  There is something unforgiving about it.  Something at odds with the impartially accepting stillness of the day.

 

 

Scribe Doll 

 

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Orna Raz
Because of the fog we may not see clearly, thus so we could easily miss troubling expressions like "especially bred." Thank you ... Read More
Monday, 08 December 2014 13:44
Katherine Gregor
Thank you for your lovely comment, Orna. It was a truly magical landscape. I love East Anglia.
Monday, 08 December 2014 17:51
Rosy Cole
Lovely piece, Katia. It reminds me of the Romantic poets of the early nineteenth century who forsook Established notions and immer... Read More
Monday, 08 December 2014 21:23
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Dilemma

Do you write the story you want to write?

or

write the story you want to read?

or

write the story that wants to be written?

 

Or is that a trilemma?

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Virginia M Macasaet
always short and to the point, it makes me chuckle!
Sunday, 07 December 2014 10:39
Katherine Gregor
Nice one.
Sunday, 07 December 2014 11:03
Rosy Cole
I believe you should always write the story you want to write. It renders the other two questions hypothetical. Of course, there... Read More
Sunday, 07 December 2014 12:25
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Just

Keep writing.

He said.

 

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Virginia M Macasaet
Yes! A worthy reminder :-)
Wednesday, 19 November 2014 05:41
Rosy Cole
The world in a nutshell. Or a grain of sand. Or a spherule of dew. In the beginning was the Word...with all its encapsulated Li... Read More
Wednesday, 19 November 2014 10:11
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