Posted in Thoughts, Time, Uncategorized, Writing

Blogs, Books and other Stuff.

Hi to all my friends. 

300 pages into Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman and the book is finally holding me in it’s vice like grip, about 133 pages to go. Hoping to finish it in two days. It has been one of the longest fiction books to read. Since finishing my studies, it has taken me ages to get back  into reading for pleasure again. Kathryn wanted me to read it – a tale about apartheid and injustice, only the other way round. The blacks have the power this time, they are the crosses. The whites are the noughts. The struggle for justice, freedom and human rights is a strong one, particulary after the first half of the book. At first, I struggled with it and was bored and put it down – this is aimed at an older child audience, but  I am  determined to show my daughter that I would read it to the end and discuss it with her. That I took the time and bother, to read something she thought was good and wanted me to read, is important to me.

Whilst reading this slowly, life is great and I’m doing lots. Recognise that I can’t quite fit in all I want to do. Itching to do more reading again, both fiction and non-fiction.  Blogging is a struggle with time restraints. Onevoice needs to be the priority now and that is hard with the time available. So this blog is taking a long summer recess. I just can’t do both and this was never meant to be a time pressured thing.

Books beckon me in the book shop. Angles and Demons- Dan Brown looks thrilling. The kite Runner, can’t spell the author, and it’s sequel look appealing. The History of God by Karen Jones, an ex-nun looks fascinating. But it all takes time.

On flickr, an exciting new potential contact emerges. Geoff, my dear flickr friend, brought to my attention a guy who was talking  in pictures and words about the slum children in the Philippines and their survival, sifting through rubbish last night.   This needs to be blogged about. The human rights abuses of children in Irish care homes by Catholic nuns and priests has not left my mind. Haven’t forgotten about that either. And of course my interest in FGM will never be extinguished.

Combing that with family, gardening, running and yes, of course there’s the 30 hr per week job to do and  life is full and brimming. I am not complaining. Plan to return to onethoughtful in the autumn and going to have a very good summer.

Take care everyone and please visit me on onevoice1freedom when I can get there to write.

Posted in Change, Debate, Health, Home, Philosophy, Uncategorized

Thought for the Day:Roofs

This came to me yesterday when I was out on a dog walk and I wanted to share it with you. It goes something like this. As I am writing here, more thoughts are feeding into this process.

Why do we do what we do?

We work hard to keep a roof over our head.

When we have the roof, we spend all our time just maintaining that roof so it does not leak all over us.

We work so we can pay to have things within the walls of this roof.

Then we spend all of our time trying to find those things or keep our possessions tidy within this roof.

We walk the dog, so she doesn’t get bored and chew things within our dwelling, to get out of this confined space.

In order to have the energy to stay in this roof, and to find and maintain the things within it, we have to nourish our bodies by labouring to feed ourselves.

We shop for food, so we can feed ourselves, come home and expend energy to store these things for later need 

Then once we have fed this machine, called a body, we then have to clear up  the efforts of this process.

So we can then start the wheel of work and maintain all over again.

If we clear one weed in the garden, then another springs up so we have to repeat the process.

If one weed springs into our minds, we have to counteract it by saying something positive and kill it.

The problem is we tend to repeat this same process of weeding and de-weeding too within our minds.

Some of us then have so many psychological weeds we become, frustrated, sad or sick.

Then we have to work to pay someone to help us with psychotherapy or pills to help us address this

Which means we have less money to go out and enjoy ourselves, or take a break, or give up work and ship out from the roof which contains us.

So we might stay stuck in our rut of work and our own roof which becomes a prison of our making.

So why are we here?

Actually, I am seriously asking this question.

Why are we here?

What is the point of our existence?

Yes, ok we can do good, help people, have holidays, do good works but is that an end in itself and the only end?

So why are we here?

To be honest, I am beginning to wonder.

What do you think?

Just a thought.

Hopefully someone might answer.

Posted in Art, goals, Learning, Personal Growth, Relationships, Skills, Thoughts

Why I Love Photography


Continuing my tale of why I love certain things, today I am going to share with you why I love taking pictures.

Photography is still fairly new to me, having been taking pictures for just over a year. I have read on flicker-where I hold my own photostream, the most amazing and crafted reasons why people take pictures. Some of the written pieces are works of art in themselves, very inspirational and poetic. I too have tried to make my own reasons tasteful in a written sense and to think about why I like this art form.

Having thought about this some more, there is one fudamental reason why I enjoy going out with the camera. That is just the reason for me: I enjoy an excuse to get out. Perhaps for a short trip and not a huge amount of time available, but to take the camera brings a whole new dimension to a dog walk, or a drive out to the next village just to sit on a bench and watch the world go by; or feed some ducks with my daughter.

Having taken some pictures, I eagerly await seeing what they may look like. One evening, I raced in the car to catch the sunset and missed it. The sun kept moving and hiding up, as I reached each new place to snap. It was funny and I e-mailed one of my new flick friends all about my dash for the sun. It was like chasing art, like a journalist chasing a news story, only for me it was just in image format that was all. There was the buss and adrenalin, it was exciting.

Photography enables you to see things you may have passed by on and not noticed. I always laughed you could put an elephant in front of me and I wouldn’t have noticed. Now my eyes don’t miss so much. The reason why I have placed my own photo of a watch here, is to convey a well known conception of photography which states image taking is like freezing the time. For me, this conveys a memory or a place not just the image, and the feelings I felt when I took that image. Perhaps, that shot reflected my life going well, a success or a sadness experienced at the time. These feelings also frozen with the image stays with me. There are already many happy memories of enjoyable days out.

My editing skills are very weak and this needs much more work. I try to concentrate hard with the image at hand because I am not going to beable to experiment so very much afterwards. Some photographers are great with editing and I have seen some amazing work. I used to call myself a techno-phobic: me and gagets were kind of clumsy together. Having worked hard on my computer skills and the camera – to a point, I am now called the techno in the family. Photography has other offshoots. I can reset the car radio with ease and the dvd is less daunting. The new ipod was sussed in half an hour. My husband asks me to work out any new gagets in the house.  This has a knock-on effect, as my daughter like to work gadgets too and sometimes teaches me.

Photography has made me a happy person and helped build my confidence. Interestingly, the pictures that appear to have the most success are the flowers, of which you will note from my previous blog I love. I enjoy macro and can keep the camera fairly still, but should use my tripod more to help with focus in close range or in dim light. There is much I am still finding out about my cameras; the fuji Finefix 9500 and the Olympus u 760. I would like to diversify with subject matter.The problem there is, my world reflects largely nature and the country. The family needs a gentle push to go out somewhere different and perhaps an abstract opportunity may come by. I am hoping this week to go into town and take some pictures of the buildings there and display them on flicker in black and white. A friend has recently introduced me to church architecture and this has been very interesting, as Norfolk where I live, has over 700 medieval churches and some finest specimens in the country. My friend has written small books about them.

Finally, photography has introduced and enriched other relationships. I am a people person and love sharing my interest with others. Seeing people’s work, commenting on flicker and having conversations about all other subjects, that may spin off from photography. You can see then, that for me, it is much more than taking a picture. To say, that is all it is, would be far too narrow. I look at creation and say thanks for what we all have.

I have asked my self what sense would I hate loosing most, not to hear or not to see. I think the sight failing me would be the biggest loss of all, not to see would be so cruel for me. To live in darkness would be awful. I admire the blind for their courage and understand that when one sense is lost the others are magnified.

I hope though for me I will always be able to see and to capture the moment in time. If you enjoy photgraphy and reading this, then just enjoy, enjoy the moment because it will soon be gone but you will have the image to remember it by. Have fun and keep shooting!


Posted in Debate, Ideas, Liberation, Personal Growth, Thoughts, Time, Writing

Why Blog?

Well, my blogging as you will see from my last post, soon grounded to a halt.

It has been hard not necessarily to find the time to write but because other factors and influences which puts pressure to bear not to blog. These come in the form of opinions from those who are often closest to you.

These are some of those opinions.

It is a waste of hours. What is being achieved and what is this doing to actually promote change of thought, attitude? Is this saving or helping the planet or the people within it?

These are some of the questions raised by my family as to the point of blogging. Certainly my time is precious. Working nearly full -time hrs, part-time studies, plus running and raising a family is all demanding stuff. I also  service a photographic website as well as learning computer skills, photography and I want to learn to type so I can write faster.

In essence, I have come back as I want to do this. I think it is important to engage in discussion, and for me most of all wanting to improve my writing and thinking skills for important work yet to come. That is a good enough reason for me. Also, I have been able to engage in some pretty lively debate with other bloggers and have learnt a lot about my own values and how they might be challenged.

So, my aim now is not to write everyday, it has to be manageable but to achieve at least one blog per week. Most of all, what is felt right now by me is, it is not important if I don’t say or write lots, but to write small meaningful pieces.

Of course, we all write simple day to day stuff but it is hoped most of what I say has some kind of message, or at least to create a thought,an impression. The problems up to now is that I have taken too long to get across what I want to say- 2hrs at least, whereas this has taken me no more than 15 mins.

I may have been absent but I am here to stay. The persuasion to change my nearest and dearest attitudes may take a little while.

Writing is such a powerful tool of growth and learning.

I want to do both in spade fulls.

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The Gift of life.

I lost a friend this week, aged 48, and another closer friend last year at age 42. I have thought about their lives and their passing and considered the impact these two people’s deaths has had upon me; and how much life is a gift to use or throw away. This most recent death was from alcohol and overuse of prescription pain killers. A silent and secret abuser of these substances, he leaves his next of kin, a frail and elderly mother, not only with debt but many questions as to why. She is understandly broken hearted. My other friend-a christian woman, who lived life to the full, was taken quite suddenly with a brain aneurism. She left a sad and lonely husband.

It seems to me no justice when it comes to some people’s lives and no fareness. Life indeed can seem pretty crazy.Why is it that some of us with a chance to live have destructive behavour and kill ourselves and others who so wanted to live, die? I who have a christain faith struggle with an answer.The only explanation I can feel is that we can have a choice as to how we live our lives but that we have no real certain power as to how it might end. Yes, We can try to lead healthy productive lives but is our destiny already set?

I have recently started exploring philosophy, through a children’s book my daughter bought. I wanted to study this subject as I can see how it helps with thinking and certainly writing. The last comment is one such philosophical question worth exploring further.

I have certainly passed the first flush of youth and now that the middle-aged years are upon me realise that time moves so fast. With these two deaths, and as my own time marches on, I have never felt the urge more acutely( until recently) to get on with what you want to do in your life. I don’t know how much time I have- for how ever long but I will treasure my life and constanly sweep away negative thoughts and behaviour. I will care for people and causes dear to my heart and will try to leave an impression behind, after I am no longer here.

Today, I see the beautiful blue sky and clouds after recent heavy rain and think of my two friends, no longer living to see the sky and feel the wind in their hair, and give thanks to the fact that I am still here; a feeling, living human being.