Just a quick blog tonight to start off my Miracles section. I wanted to add this section to get people thinking back through their life, looking for those beautiful memories that get lost amongst the normality of the mundanity of a pre-prescribed life.
My life has been peppered with so many amazing things, and I thought I’d drag up some of those magical memories and start sharing with you.
I can rhyme stuff?
To be honest I can’t drag up many good memories of my childhood and youth. I did get a brother out of it that I adore, so he’s probably miracle number one. I had pets that I loved. From the ages of 1-6 I belonged to a happy family, but my memories are misty, except that the laughter stopped.
So the first really big, unexpected, miraculous change arrived one day at work. A manager of mine made a comment about the fact that he did Morris Dancing at the weekends. For non-British it’s a centuries old tradition, still alive, and amongst our Morris Dancing groups we used to count the hilarious Hell’s Angels dancers. Basically strangely dressed men skip about, banging sticks whilst an actor dressed as their mascot chases them and causes havoc. It’s funnier than it sounds.
Immediately he said that words started to appear in my head:
I’m Morris from Meopham
Just west of the Medway
I work for my living in Bromley
But at the weekend
Together with friends
I dance round the square in New Romney.
With ribbons and bells
And fanciful twirls
I dance for the crowd that assemble
With Pete (he’s the dragon)
And Bill (holds the flagon)
There’s 16 in our small ensemble.
That’s all I can remember, but the miracle of my writing started at that point. It kept developing into many, many poems, which I will continue to share. A 3-Act play that someone described as better than the professionally acted Terrance Rattigan play they saw the week before. I nearly fell over and I’ve never got over that compliment, nor have I ever finished another play. One day, maybe.
The odd thing was that when the subject of the poem retired, I realised that he’d had 16 planning officers working for him, and was able to build the poem to include them all.
Anyway, that is either miracle number one, or the first one I remember, or the start of what saved my sanity if not my life. It was being able to write that changed my attitude towards myself, made me realise that I wasn’t completely useless, that there was something ‘me’ about me. Something that made me not ‘them’. I guess it was my first moment of seeing myself as an individual.
There you go, that was the beginning of the change in my life that brought me to where I am now.
Has this inspired memories of key moments in your life, that you may or may not have realised were a) so important and b) so miraculous?
If it has I’d love to hear about them. Do join me on this journey of recalling the best your life has offered, so far.
To your happiness and good memories