Remake my beating heart. Tuesday January 12, 2016
Remake. I heard this word on the radio the other day and I fell in love all over again. I tend to fall in love with a word and then we are bound together until we need a divorce.
I am divorced from the word 'resolution'. We will never again attend the same party. It's dull. Full of tedium. Grey. Nagging. Lording. Waggy fingered. It's so "I told you so". Nope, not on my shift.
Remake! Re-make. Now we could be an item. It is full of promise. It says "I have fancied you for years but never before have I had the courage to walk inside your shadow... until now".
I will not resolve to do anything or be something. Yawn!
I will, however, be happy to remake myself. To return to me and look at me, treat me like a crumpled bed and remake myself with crisp sheets. (Is there anyone who does not find the ritual of a fresh bed thoroughly cathartic and giving?)
I usually turn my back on this time of year as its newness smacks of trying too hard, failing, falling and curling back inside the old sheets. But I feel strong enough to remake. I feel a freshness and a line in the sand and a gentle breath inside my ribs which is steady, not fast nor slow.
What might we remake?
What has lingered in the background patiently waiting for us to turn around?
Which mood has not been nurtured?
Why are we ignoring the thing that continues to appear?
How might we remake?
I'm very much looking forward to stepping stones with you all throughout 2016. I will stick out my hand to steady you as you have continued to stick out yours for me. I'll bring the peppermint creams.
Much love from
The room above the garage.
A Moodscope member.
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