Ways To Make Yourself Feel Silly

Sometimes, I’m sure all of us do something to make ourselves feel silly. Whether community worker, writer, accountant, bar person, I’m sure every know and then, all of us do something we’d perhaps rather we hadn’t done.

I certainly can confess for doing silly things, things I wish I hadn’t done, in the past. And sometimes ‘in the past’ can be quite recent. I’m confessing right here, right now, that I did a regrettable and very ‘silly’ thing today.

I went to an excellent poetry workshop today, looking at the body, and poetic responses to the subject. The workshop was excellent, and the presenter, Chiara, was well worth listening to. This is the description for the workshop series:

‘Using the canvas of the human anatomy, explore how to personify and more genuinely connect with the most immediate part of our lives, our bodies. Pulling our focus and vision inwards, towards ourselves, and away from the cacophony of external, larger lens of global news and information. Using the personal stories and relationships we have with our own bodies, and pre-existing text from medical books, advertisements, and other media to creatively spark another way of thinking.’

I very much enjoyed this first session that I attended today, with many words written on the subject of ‘the body’ from a variety of different angles. My words were written on lines writing paper, placed in a blue folder, and the writing paper pad also had writing from my writing group from the precious Thursday.

Why am I talking about this, and how is this relevant? Well, I’m sorry to say that that blue folder, containing my notes from today’s workshop, and notes from last Thursday’s meeting didn’t make it home with me today. I arrived home this afternoon, when I realise I only had my handbag, and there was no folder, or notes. Boo, hiss!

Silly, silly, me.

I remember the general gist of what we did today, and hope I can write some more on the subjects we worked on today …

But honestly, sometimes I wonder whether I should be allowed on by myself! I’d had the fortethought to visit the ‘facilities’ before embarking on the long trip home, so congratulations to me for that, but I neglected to bring the folder with me, afterwards, I guess.

Ah well, all is not lost, fortunately, Chiara took photographs of some of the words written at the session today, including two of my own pages, so the words I wrote are not lost forever, hooray for that! This was a smart move on her part, and I am grateful to Chiara for that, for sure.

I don’t know whether these were fantastic words, but they were mine, and on a subject quite important to me, really, so hooray, anyway! Silly me, for sure today, but also poetic me as well, and I had a good session of poetry, with a group of other poets who were not my usual poets I did poetry with, some yes, but certainly not all. This is a good thing!

Mixing and matching, catching up with new people, in a new venue, these are good things. It’s easy to get too comfortable, catching up with the same crew, at the same place, every time …

Many thanks to the State Library for putting on this session, with the Poet in residence, Chiara Gabrielli!