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Taekwondo is Korean martial arts. I did my patterns which I love doing I worked hard and train hard. Every movement comes from within. Grace and lightness, concentration, balance, breathing, speed, power. You must focus, positions are vital and important. Your stance is very important body placement, where you place your foot is important. Attention stance, sitting stance, parallel stance, L-stance, walking stance, fixed stance, close stance, rear foot stance. and many more. There is blocking. outer forearm block, inner forearm block, guarding block, twin block, rising block, reverse block, outside block. Front punch, upward punch, and turning punch.
What of man and woman. Tears in my eyes, blood in my nose, a scream a shout. A noise from my mouth. Thunder and lighting a drop of rain. A grain of sand all in vain. Skin over flesh, blood flowing throughtout my vein. I touch my hand and felt my flesh, only to feel the hair on my head. The smile on my face, the breath from my breath, the kiss on my lips, the movement of time. The sun, the moon, the stars at night, glowing, shining bright in the sky to light up the skies as one.
I like playing netball. I like playing football. I like playing hockey. I like playing rounders. I like running. I like yoga. I like pilates. I like body tone.I like walking. I like jumping, I like horse riding. I like gardening, I like swimming. I like cycling, I like playing tennis, I like playing rugby, I like skipping, I like jogging, I like winning at road bowls, I like playing golf, I like playing cricket, I like rowing, I like high jump. I like long jump. I like diving. I like playing racket ball. I like playing marbles too.
A minute of silent. A minute peace. A minute of stillness. A minute blessing. A minute of quiet. A minute of seeing. A minute of listening. A minute praying. A minute of watching. A minutes joy. A minutes of passion. A minute sewing. A minute of reading. A minute of eating. A minute drinking. A minute stopping. A minute of working. A minute resting. A minute of rain. A minute of dryness. A minute of sunshine. A minute of stopping. A minute of going. A minute of staying. A minute pass me by, while I was still for a moment.
If only she had not gone to Cyprus. Theo would still be alive. Those special moments with Theo was all the memories she had left. Theo fell off the pier, killing himself. Theo was gone. Abbey felt sad, she knew she had to face the future without him. She had to do one thing now. Find the diamonds. If she knew where he had hidden it. Did he give her any clues before she left. she kept racking her brains to see if she could remember anything that he had told her. "where the hell did he hide the diamonds?
He walked into the room holding his prize possession. It had taken a lot of hard work, sometimes he would be awake for forty eight hours or more. He was glad it was all over. He could relax and rest for a little while , he needed to rest, but not quite yet. He had to get the studio ready to show is prize drawing. A studio full of all his own work. Paintings, drawings, oil painting, sketches, water colours. He was so excited about the prospect of actually showing is work. He hoped he might sell some of his work.
"Don't do it". But of course I did. "Why oh why" I ask myself. I must not think, I shall not tell, I look too much into things, my mind races on, thinking all the time. "why,oh why"? I must not think, I cannot think. My mind is racing away. My head is spinning, I am dizzy, I am sick with worry, worry, worry, no more worry,no more thinking, why do I look so deep and hard at every single thing I say and do. Maybe I won't think at all. Maybe I will just go by instinct .
Barbed wired on the stage, barbed wire everywhere. On the table and on the chairs. Around the doors and on the stairs. Barbed wire everywhere. Barbed wire in the bag barbed wire in my hand. Barbed wire in the fridge, barbed wired in the sink, barb wire in the drain. Barb wired in my brain. Barb wire in my hand. I felt it all the time and moved it in my mind. I looked more and more but it was empty in the side of my mind, I know how it might sound, with no barb wired in my eyes.
"Why are you so boring"? he asked. "What do you mean, boring, boring," I repeated over and over again. I wondered to myself what does boring mean. Well maybe i dont do as you want, or I dont do exciting things. I smile a lot to please you, I go to football a lot more than your friends wife, I watch old fashion films when you ask me to. I am always helpful. I can change a light bulb, I can change a plug. I can even park the car when you cant. Maybe it is you whom is boring.
The grass needs cutting. Too much rain. All the trees in the garden was over grown. We will need someone to come and prune them. The conifers are too large, the neighbours are complaining. The hawthorn is to big so need to take it out. The apple tree was cut back too much so that wont product any fruits this year, and as for the plum tree you can forget that one. The tulips looks wonderfully straight and uniformed, beautiful colours, Yellow reds and a dark shade of purple. We must make room for the delicate leaves of Japanese acer.
Look at me I am black tall and big bones. I have one pair of hands and a pair of legs. I have a body attach to my head, my hair is brown on my head one pair of eyes one nose one mouth, ten fingers and ten toes. My bones are strong, my blood is red, my brain I know but have not seen, it tell me what to say and do, it helps me to walk. I walk the way my ancesters walk and I talk the talk. I am in the future they are in the pass.
Everything looked amazing, we were shown to our seats and what a dress rehearsal it was. Fantastic they do everything in style. We looked at the menu for our choices of different tea, then came the cake stand with perfect sandwiches on the bottom tier, the second tier was left empty for the warm scones, the top tier was for the petit four. Our faces were a picture. Ann and Hilary got there cameras out and started taking photos. we eat and talked and enjoyed more tea, then came the ckae trolley with victorian sandwich cake, coffee walnut cake."wow".
Friday 13th. Ella felt powerful today. Its her first date in three years, her last relationship was a total washout. She was bright ambitous and passionate and love to talk to everyone. Everyone said she had a funny side to her. Ella knew she had a body to die for, curves in all the right places,tanned skin, jet black hair, hazel eyes and the perfect cheekbone. Ella love to be worshipped by the opposite sex. She hope this date was not superstitious. armed with her witches broom Ella flies off into the night. After all it is Friday 13th.
Its always soup on a Saturday, It a tradition. Every Saturday in my mothers house, and all my ancestory mothers before me. my neice calls it Saturday soup. Today I have made my soup. did I follow tradition.? I did my version. I got the yam, cho-cho, skellion, garlic, fresh thyme from the garden, carrots, pumpkin, pototoes, dumplings, you can't make soup without dumplings, a choice of meat chicken or lamb neck. We have pepperpot, pumpkin, gungo peas, red peas , oxtail, and fish soup. dont forget the scotch bonnet pepper, floating on top dont let it burst, its hot.
Stunning Yorkshire countryside. Farmland divided by drystone walls. Sheep on the hills and in the fields, broken fences, open gates, tall trees small trees big as can be. Woodland walks and streams. Farmers, walkers, bikers, joggers, cyclist and motorbike riders. Parkland, picturesque gardens, acres of landscaped. Spaces, races, Traditional churches, cementry, architectural farmhouse, stone house, beautiful restored homes. Sunshine, blue skies, white fluffy clouds. Road works, traffic lights, road signs, roundabout, visitors centre, telegraph poles, railway lines, canals and waterways, streams running along. Flora and fauna, Spring bulbs, daffodils, tulips, heathers, hycinth, bluebell woods. Out in the stunning Yorkshire countryside.
Today I made my list of jobs I needed to do around the house. But first I must have a relaxing breakfast and watch the birds flying by collecting food for there young. Next put the clothes to wash, and some clothes that was already washed in the drier. Time for the ironing, "nooo maybe another day". So off I went to town shopping. I went to the book shop and bought a book on birds, a diary, a photo album in pink and a big note book also in pink to write my life story in. I like pink.
I dream a dream what does it mean. I close my eyes a thousand times. At night I pray and dream of what I was so long ago. I think of a time when my life began. when my face was but a dream in my fathers eyes. A speck of dust blowing in the wind far far away. I dream a dream of family and friend of whom I do not know. I walk on the cloud of life passing by so bright. I lay still but for a while. The dream I dream I know what it means.
Diane went back to the hotel to get ready. She knew what she had to do. After a long time thinking about whether to tell her friend that she was moving away. She made the phone call. "Hi Laura, its me." But before Diane could say another word Laura started talking. "Hey girl, guess what, I've met someone, he is gorgeous, I think you would like him, he's rich, he has a sport car, and he wants to take me away for a long week-end." "have fun," Diane said. She was going to get away as far as possible.
I smile a smile a thousand times, I laught you smile you laught.. Over and over again, we thought of the moments when we laughed. We smile and think how happy we are. To enjoy a smile and laugh out loud is such a simple thing to do. Yet sometimes we forget to do that simple act that is joyous to each and everyone of us. You know its free and no strings attached. Smile and laughter its all you have to do, to feel the warmth of happiness. I laugh that laugh, I smile a smile a thousand times.
My little sister is taller than me, she is smarter than me, she is slimmer than me, she smiles more than me. She buys the same clothes like me. My little sister dont eat between meals like me. She eats slower than me. She fights dirtier than me. She dont need a lot of make-up like me. Her shoe size is smaller than mine, my feet is wider than hers. She tease me more than I tease her, I laught louder than her, I talk faster than her. She is prettier than me. My little sister likes candy sweets
Leaf boys lives in a tree. He is made from leaves. At night he likes to attach himself to a branch and go to sleep. Leave boy was very clever, he knew he was smart. He could count from two to ten from the start. The thing was he never started with one, always two. Leaf boy love to run and race, he would run with the wind, race with the rain and jump into oodles of puddles. Leaf boy likes to play with all the animals on the farm, he would moo like a cow, baa like a sheep.
All day I did nothing, my heart beating waiting for that call to disturb my day, to make me think more than I wanted to. I knew it was coming but when and how. was she coming to ask for more space or did she want to stay, was she getting fed up staying at the same place, now it was time to cause problems in my life to turn my life upside down. Will she tell me how awful I look. How fat I am, How my hair colour don't suit me. She knows how to get to me.
Amelia life was always up and down, there was never any inbetween. Amelia had one choice stopping in Portland or going to England. Amelia knew she had to make a decision and pretty soon. Was she going to chase after Cole or stay put. Everything was so mixed up in her mind, that she wondered what her next decision will be. Would she do it for all the right reasons, did Cole mean what he said, he would go back to England and ask his wife for a divorce, so he could be with her. Or was that another lie.
Sons and daughters. A wedding to plan, what a special events. Location and the right setting. Quotes and caterers, menu and Number of guess. bridal dresses. Cost and reception, chair covers, ribbons and bows. Invitation design, guess list increase. fifty for the day do, just thirty for the evening disco. where is the DJ. Champagne to toast or cocktail reception. Place card and seat plan. Button holes and flowers, top hat and tails. Photographer and vicars, bridemaids and ushers. presents and gifts. for Mother of the bride walking down the aisles. The moment is nearly at hand. Bride and groom.
Hugh did not want to go to sleep. every night he tried not to go to sleep because of the same reacurring dreams. Every night it was the same. He would dream, that he was falling over a cliff, but somehow he never got to the bottom or hit what was below. Tonight was different, he felt weird, maybe he would try and read. he started pacing around the bedroom trying to calm himself, when he fell and banged his head. His head felt has if would fall off! He remembered the dream. He felt blood trickling down his nose.
My little robin red breast, he is very friendly. whenever I go out to do the garden he flies over and perch on the magnolia tree. He loves to dive into the bedding for insects and worms. I can't tell if my little robin is a male or female, they look similar. My little robin love to perch on the bird table and nibble away. He flies into the conifer tree to take shelter from the rain. He loves to sit on the roof of the shed when the sun is shining. He is so friendly my little red robin.
Today is going to be a busy day, I knew I would not rest or get a chance to sit down. First off I had to go and look at the house with the new kitchen to see if I liked it. Then it was off to the garden centre to get a tree for somewhere or other in the garden. We had lunch, which I did not enjoy "yuk." After all that food it was straight to the butchers, the shoe repair man, and the bank. Did I have time to meet up with a friend for coffee,"no."
It's Debra's big day, how did this happen? when did time move so fast? she did'nt notice the stage of her life where She was not one of the younger ones. She's now one of the elder in the friendship gang. She had always been young at heart and did everything not to show her age, everyone said she did not look her age, lately she was feeling it. Everyday the niggles were getting more and lasting longer. Stopping still was not an option, she had to get to the next stage. "happy 50th birthday Debra, have a good one"
Today I sat thinking of you, remembering the good times. I saw your smile that still remain the same. Your eyes where like mine, your smile touch my smile and opened up a thousand memories. My heart skip a beat and for awhile I wallow in the feeling that I was near you, I could feel you, smell you, and I knew that I wanted you all over again. The years went by so quickly, I had forgotten the way my feelings would be. Now I know it never went, it has always been there. Locked away in my heart.
This is it the end of the month and I have written one hundred words thirty time, for the first time. I am so proud it was easy in the beginning, but got harder towards the end. Now I am tired and want to go to bed, but duty call I must write one more piece. I have just left from visiting my friend who has just arrived from Spain. We had a cup of tea and never stop talking until I saw the time and said "I have to go I have to Write one hundred word to, goodbye."
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