maverickmommaadventures

I feel maybe this months Writers Group chairperson is reading my mind. For the second week in a row the task set has been very close to home for me.  This week we were asked to produce a 200 words piece ( choice of flash fiction, poetry, start of a longer piece etc) which had to include the phrase " I'm about to find out". I could not actually attend this week but found the task very stimulating and once again cathartic, this is my take on the piece: I'm About To Find Out. I'm about to find out: If my prayers have been answered, the course of my destiny, Which way will the ship steer? Are my beliefs a farce? Seasons are of no consequence, the cold and grey winters, the hot and sticky summers, always a morbid day. The clock keeps ticking, to the beat of my heart racing, an hour takes up a lifetime, I will grow old in this place. On first names terms with them all, four walls ingrained within me, a hyped up bazaar, full of sorrow. Some mo...

At the Writers group we set a weekly task . Last weeks task was very close to home and approriate for my blog, which is why I have decided to make it my post for this week. The task of hundred words was " an object in your house is watching your morning routine". This is what I came up with: Mummy Mania to Yummy Mummy. Kidding herself that the plumbing is not working. Newsflash I am more than a burst pipe, we are all screaming at her STOP. No time to pause for a cup of tea, then she complains about mouth ulcers. Fresh out of the shower, sweating again another shower is needed. The party really gets started when the little one awakes. A minature mirror reflection. She leaves the house tripping over her stiletto's. The outside world would be none the wiser to the mania. She certainly gives the celebrity yummy mummies a run for their money. Stepping out looking so glamourous and immaculate.

This week has been a very testing week for me with the obstacles I have faced. It may sound corny and even clichéd but among the turmoil I have also seen some light and put my thoughts on paper, by composing the following poem. This poem works at two levels for me. The feedback I have received about my poetry at the writers group is that maybe I need to trim the rhyme and really get to the core of the emotions. Unlike my usual rhyming poems I have started experimenting with a prose poetry style. This poem has also been like catharsis for me. Here goes. The Light Within Turmoil. Acted in haste, Repent a life sentence. Not just at leisure I live and breath the karma. Although I have broken the chains I am still held prisoner of the cruel torture chamber. Trying to break the wings I found. Consuming my mind, body and soul eating away the goodness. Gripping so tight I cannot breath, Passive suffocation away f...

Rishii  is now getting well into his tabla tour. Nishka and I watched Rishii and up and coming Sitar player Akash Ash Parekh give a musical demonstration last weekend, for a Health and Culture Event. This took place at Beauchamp College, Oadby, Leicester which happens to be mine, Rishii's and our sisters old college. The demonstration that Rishii and Akash gave focused on the mental, physical and spiritual aspects of music. Rishii began with a demonstration of   warm up exercises on the tabla that really work the upper and lower arms, focusing on the physical aspect. Akash went through warm up exercises on the sitar and mentioned how even the sitting position when playing the sitar requires a level of physical flexibility. Akash then went onto demonstrate the warm up exercises he performs on Sitar during his practise. They both moved onto  the mental aspects of music and the emphasis on different levels of concentration. Playing tabla and sitar invol...