Groove On

The Groovingmums bloghop is about encouraging mums to rediscover themselves, to reinvent themselves, to seek out some time just for themselves and their interests and perhaps just to live a little more vibrantly.  This week’s challenges from www.kateonthinice.wordpress.com are:

  • Share a favourite poem;
  • Dance (doesn’t matter where or when);
  • Set your own challenge, just for you or to inspire other mums;
  • Take part in the Listography blog hop at katetakes5.

I’m not a big fan of poetry.  I don’t understand it the way other people seem to and it has to be really special to catch my attention.  I do like Wilfred Owen’s Dulce et Decorum Est.  Owen was a Great War poet, so very topical this week although perhaps a little morbid for Groovingmums.  With that in mind, I would like to offer the following Seamus Heaney poem, Digging:

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.

Under my window a clean rasping sound

When the spade sinks into gravely ground;

My father, digging.  I look down…

 

It’s a lengthy poem, but it finishes:

 

But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests.

I’ll dig with it.

I like this poem because to me the author is saying he’s not up to the hard physical work of his father, his father’s father, and generations before them, but he will use his pen to dig.  The digging is metaphorical, of course, in the manner of the pen being mightier than the sword, so it can do as much work as a spade, just in a different way.  Well, that’s my interpretation anyway.

Leaving poetry aside, but staying with writing, I’ve started to read books on writing and have so far devoured “On Writing” by Stephen King and “A Novel in a Year” by Louise Doughty and I thoroughly enjoyed both.  My current book is a collection of short stories which I am close to finishing, so I went to the library and returned with no fewer than eight books on the subject of writing.  That should keep me busy for a while!

After all that activity, I tried to make a latte using almond milk, thinking that it would infuse the coffee with the subtle flavour of nuts, a bit like a Starbucks Hazelnut Latte at Christmas, only not so sweet.  Unfortunately, it didn’t work, it was disgusting, but you have to try these things at least once.

To finish off my week I had another massage, which was lovely and made me want to go straight to bed for a nap.  It was a beautiful day so I resisted the urge and, with a good thick coat on, I sat in the garden and finished Louise Doughty’s book on writing.

It’s been a busy and productive week.  The Listography blog hop will have to be put aside for a less busy day but I have managed to dance this week.  My four year-old and I have been doing our “groovy moves” (all CBeebies watchers will know what I’m referring to!).  That’s as close to dancing as I’ll get for a while, but I have an ambition to one day dance in proper ballroom fashion like they do on Strictly Come Dancing.  But that’s a challenge for another time!

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3 Responses to Groove On

  1. Kate says:

    You get the award for making me laugh for the first time today and it is nearly 5pm! Your drink anecdote was fab and the sort of thing I would do and mess up. I think you are inspirational in how you are moving forward on the writing front.
    I love Wilfred Owen’s poetry and read a biography about him, one of those who seemed to forsee their early death.
    Keep grooving and lovely of you to support me along the way too and you do.

  2. mammasaver says:

    How wonderful to read some Heaney!

    I really like his poetry – I almost find him eerily good.

    It’s great to hear you forging ahead with writing – what an exciting, inspiring time!

    Sorry to hear about nut infusion. Cinnamon works well, if you fancy another try!

  3. chickenruby says:

    love your attempt with the latte, as I was reading I could see it was going to be a disaster as i try things like that myself…lol…stick to the high st chains