Tuesday 5 July 2011

Right time, wrong place


I'm off-centre. I'm out of kilter. I can no longer feel the rock under my feet.

Every day I work very hard to get back on track, but it's as though circumstances have shifted a little, and I somehow didn't notice it happen.

I'm not worried though. I never learnt to swim, but water has never scared me. Drowning scares me, but I'm not drowning.

I suddenly feel the need for another hard winter - 5 months before it's due.

I'm out of season.


15 comments:

  1. What do you say, when you don't know what to say!
    Keep strong! Moll x

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  2. I am so sorry to hear that you are hurting Tom. Take a deep breath and know it is never too late to learn how to paddle.

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  3. It's never too late to learn to swim, you know Tom. Just read your posts about your trip - it sounds like you had a good break. xx

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  4. Is it you, Tom? It sounds like song lyrics written without the line breaks, or a moody novel, or a woman. If you're not worried, we're not worried.

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  5. It's not a serious thing - sorry if I have made it sound like that. I just feel a bit uneasy like we all do sometimes. It's all about... ME! (but hopefully rings a bell with you). Mise has got it right - do I feel like a woman? You bet!

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  6. Tom, I think we are all uneasy about you feeling uneasy...

    I hope you are back centered ASAP.

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  7. chaos and unrest brings growth...it's a good thing...embrace it Tom!

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  8. re the picture. I feel like shouting (in a pantomime voice) "Behind you!".

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  9. I feel like that most of the time (but I can swim, sort of)! I was worrying about tsunamis yesterday because the toilet was acting strangely. We're 4 hours from the nearest beach...

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  10. Do toilets give fore-warnings of tsunamis, Sue? They're more useful than I thought. When I was renewing insurance for the compact but... the flat, the person giving the quote said that I lived within a couple of hundred yards of the river, so was a flood-risk. I pointed out that it would have to rise about 150 feet before it reached our door, turning the whole of Somerset into marsh-villages as the Levels were in King Arthur's day, and she said, "I suppose so."

    Don't get me worrying about growths, Jacqueline...

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  11. It was making strange gurgling noises and all the water was being sucked away like the tide going out. I worry about these things.

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  12. Sounds like you need the bell and candle in my next post, Sue.

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  13. I'd bee completely freaked out if I were the man in that picture (and I love the sea).
    Chin up chuck x

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