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Changes – A Fact Of Life

Without change, no growth can come. Flowers wouldn’t spring from the branch, no seeds, no new plants. If we kept the same opinions, always, we wouldn’t learn, grow, become better people.

Geranium flowers

Growth unchecked, coming from all directions, that is cancerous, lumps and bumps unwanted, unneeded. But considered growth, the way Nature changes things from season to season, this is how we people go best too.

To bring this thought to literature, a novel has characters, each with their own thing, to bring to the novel. The novel will begin with characters in one stage of being, and during the course of the narrative, the characters will learn, grow, and change, some for the better, some not, as the author, or the story, dictates …

Sometimes, yes, the story can take over, and the writer follows where the story takes them. If this seems fanciful to you, take heed, it is a true thing. The writer has ideas, but as they write, new ideas emerge, and so the original thoughts the writer had have to change too, to make sense of the story.

We are all born, we grow, we live and (hopefully) we learn. And then we will die. It is hoped a person has lived a life with a good many changes for the better, and made friends with persons of note, and done their own things of note too, and so can in some way defy death, and live on in the memories of others, and perhaps in the history books …

If you are not able to do that, in any way, I suspect you may have been ignoring the challenges that change can bring, you silly person – those challenges can bring some of the most important changes possible in life!

Do you embrace change, or hide from it? I love challenges, and the changes they can bring!

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Too Much Poetry?

I was speaking with someone recently, a person who is newly in my life, and she has a medical problem which is keeping her inside, and bored. I mentioned writing about it, to help ease her boredom.

I mentioned poetry, and in particular Acrostic poetry, and while my husband, who was in the room with me when I was talking with this woman on the phone, kept on making fun of me. I know poetry is far more important in my life than it is to him, and I’m ok with him laughing at me, it isn’t done with any malicious intent. We both know this poetry, and other writing is an important thing to me, and that’s fine.

So this woman listened to me, and mentioned she used to write a bit, way back in her past. I suggested if she was thinking of giving it a go again, now would be a good time for it, and she agreed.

I expect to be seeing this lovely woman again soon, and I can’t help wondering whether she may bring a brand new poem with her, to show to me. If she does, and enjoyed writing it, that will be a great thing. If she didn’t write anything, but enjoyed the possibility of doing it, that is still a good thing.

If she gave it no further thought, it won’t be a disaster, but that doesn’t mean it may never happen! I realise not everyone is as ‘into’ poetry as I am, we all have our own interests, and things we like. I just hope that some people find poetry, and see the way it can be so helpful in many different ways! Poetry and therapy, such a fine and healing combination!