31 Dec 2013
by Helen Jane Merritt...Musings from a Random Mind
in free verse, Poetry
Tags: broken-hearted, dreams, emptiness, hollowness, lament, memories, mindfulness, musings, poetry, realisation, reality
Have you ever
Woken from a dream
Filled with such clarity
That it makes reality
Dull by comparison?
Have you ever
Felt the thud as you
Realise that this grey world
Is the one of your
Actuality?
Felt the dawning perception
That part of your living,
Breathing, beating heart
is left forever trapped
Within a world that
You cannot ever
Gain access to
In your lifetime.
Disappointment that rises
To fill your soul
With the sadness of
The incomplete.
31 Dec 2013
by Helen Jane Merritt...Musings from a Random Mind
in Minimal Word Stones
Tags: Drench, drip, elements, exposed, getting soaked through to the skin., mindfulness, musing, nature, precipitation, rain, skin, water
30.12.13
Wet…
29 Dec 2013
by Helen Jane Merritt...Musings from a Random Mind
in Minimal Word Stones
Tags: emotions, feeling guilty, irritability, mindfulness, musings, the hardest word, tiredness
7WS
Tired, crotchety, guilty, wakeful, tired, crotchety…cyclical
29 Dec 2013
by Helen Jane Merritt...Musings from a Random Mind
in observational prose
Tags: at the mercy of the elements, fear, Freak weather, mindfulness, nature, trapped, weather
27.12.13
The wood invites us in; blurring the boundaries between light and dark as coldness draws us into its perceived warmth. We start to walk through. We notice that no trees have toppled here – unlike a less exposed place where we counted 30 fallen trunks the day before. As we reach the other side, drops begin to fall – bouncing from the branches, halting our progress. We take shelter under a tree, then behind it as the weather worsens. No use. We try to move around and away from the brisk needles of ice, my back is flat against the bark as a vicious wind threads in and around the trees. A similar sized guardian of the wood sways to and fro in front of where I stand and I feel an uneasiness rising within me. A refuge no longer – this place holds malice.
Then, as suddenly, peace returns and the squall has gone.

29 Dec 2013
by Helen Jane Merritt...Musings from a Random Mind
in free verse, Poetry
Tags: beauty, mindfulness, musings, nature, poetry, spiritualism, transported, walking

26.12.13
Between here and there is where
You’ll find me.
Half within this world and half in
Somewhere else.
I hover above the surface ripples,
Below the air currents that show
Hope of tomorrow.
I lie between reality and reflection –
Where it really doesn’t matter which is which.
I am today, tomorrow and yesterday.
I am what is, what was and what could be.
Set me free.
28 Dec 2013
by Helen Jane Merritt...Musings from a Random Mind
in humour, observational prose
Tags: backhanded compliments, books, Christmas, family, gifts, humor, humour, mindfulness, musings, presents, writing

25.12.13
My brother knows me too well – he knows that I’m often to be found typing away into the middle of the night. My creative drive seems to wake up at about ten pm and the other night I finally got to bed at four in the morning. Obviously, this only works when it is the weekend or the holidays and I don’t have to get up for work two hours later. It is the same with whatever I am creating. When I had my little salt dough craft business I would be baking at 3am quite regularly. Now writing has taken hold I frequently find myself lying in bed thinking about what I would like to write. Last night I got up twice to jot things down and, in typical disorganised fashion, I had to scrabble around to find something to make a note on. Well no longer! I have been given the perfect Christmas present….complete with a (ok rather backhanded) compliment. ‘Midnight Musings of a Sleepless Genius’ it says on the cover and it is filled with lots of inspirational quotes and blank spaces to fill in by torchlight, candle-light, gas-light…whatever.
He thinks I am a genius. Wow! Ah hold on… ‘sleepless genius’ that suggests sleepwalking, sleeptalking, sleepwriting, being in possession of involuntary genius genes is not really a compliment at all – unless by association he is claiming to be full of it himself…hmmm
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