Photojojo’s time capsule takes my breath away, time and again. This is the first time I have received a message from myself, though. Off to write to myself this time next year, I wonder what I will say? Hello… Don’t forget this one year old Felix, how he puffs and grins and clings, how he …
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Excuse me?
If, on the off chance I’m right and my mum is reading my blog… what?? Come on, leave me SOME mental space, please?? Hopefully I’m mistaken. *sigh* But I mean, who else googles “Lostinthought + ‘my mum’ ” from a mobile. This is NOT COOL. And eight years of relative blogging peace may just have …
You don’t choose your parents…
… so why is it so hard to detach from the crazy things they do? My mum seems to think that as she has spiritual beliefs, things like psychotherapy are outside her remit. Because they don’t see the whole truth, blah blah. Err, no – they deal with the messed up behaviors one has developed …
Some days are easier than others
I have no idea how I managed to write so much last time I posted. I’m back to my usual speed of typing today, and don’t feel that the usb cable is plugged straight into my brain. I think I’m probably just too tired to post all the little things that are going on, some …
There must be a better song
Just finished watching Educating Rita again and it’s left me feeling wistful and confused. What will happen to me? I wonder this sometimes when I have time to think, and it scares me. My partner is almost 50; I am 26. We are like the professor and his student in so many ways, especially tonight …
Back ‘home’ :)
So, after a little while over at vicky.wordpress.com, I have now returned home to roost at my trusty old domain, lostinthought.net. It’s nice to be back! I’ve also given the site a new look. Or rather, I have trawled through about a billion themes and eventually settled on one. We’ll see how long this lasts! …
New Header
I’ve replaced my blog header with a custom one made from this image. It is the view you see at the sacred arts camp, if you head out the main gate and cross the track to the field on the other side. This was a perfect sunset, roaring and lilting in its beauty. I love …
The telephone is a wonderful invention…
And so is communication, in the more general sense of the word. The kind of communication that lets two friends talk to each other without hanging up (yep, done that in our time) yelling (sorta) trading insults (perhaps once) and making the other person work really really hard to work out what the hell is …
Check your Voicemail! Check it, check it dammit, blahhh
Is what I would like to say to a certain person. Hmmph. I hate it when you crave closeness, crave it like nothing else, and the person is unwilling or unable or unaware… It’s so painful. I’ve lot count of the number of times I have blogged about, written to, this friend, my dearest friend. …
The garden at dusk
I love it…