| Todays Inspiration |
| Main Feature Image – Purple Clematis |
Definiteness of purpose is the starting point of all achievement.
W. Clement Stone
| Music Score – Winter Choirs |
| Winters’ Breath Starting as it does, misted windows, still air, Letting me know slowly quickening winter is there, Feeling damp within warmed sheets, so clammy, White outside, gloomy again, no blue sky! Sluggishly shifting my aching body from rest, Already tensing, ready for the daily stress! Chilled embrace touching me to the very core, As soon as my feet touch the thawing floor, Naked days of strolling through to coffee, Long gone now, as robe covers shoulders to knee, Windows complaining at being oblique, Condensation preventing me from a morning peak, Unknowing of what now lays in glaring store, Gifted to me from mother from the night before, Stark and brisk relief as burning liquid, Awakens me, undoing what the sleep did! Coldness seeping into my weary soul, Shivering for a few seconds without control, Like death has just danced upon my grave, Reminding me that l am now a winter slave! Showering, is only a deep felt bliss, When the water has achieved its heated kiss, Savouring the blasting scorching onto frozen skin, Devouring it like lovers making love in sin! Drying quickly before l start to freeze, Swift sharp moves creating their own breeze, Dressing is now an acquired art in itself, Failure to achieve and you are an ice shelf! Not easy attiring in three layers so damn fast! In doing so however, my day will not be harassed, By tiny pockets of gathered damp winds, Whose wicked intentions are constantly biting in! Finally boots on, and door opened, l am aghast! Cutting winds tear into my face full blast! Whisperings of ice and snow flake across bare skin, Visibility through this torrent already slim, Day is already threatening the wrenching hardships, Trudging through last nights’ fall, heartbeats skip, My chest tightens as it contracts with the chill, ‘Oh Joy’ is all can think, today is all uphill! Working with stables and horses in the frozen fens, In blistering cold winds, snow and ice again, Not something missed during the summer climes, But those months have passed for now its winter time! For now we have rain, snow, ice and sludge, All the niceties of the weather that create ones’ grudge! Six months before l see the end of this cold death, Miserable weather indeed is winters’ kiss, winters’ breath! © Rory Matier 2012 |
| If you would like to submit a poem that you have written, an ode, or an observation and would like to see it displayed in either the Wildlife Greetings or Lasting thoughts of the Day series, please do feel free to drop me an email with your name and blog and l will include it. Rory Matier The Autistic Composter theautisticcomposter@gmail.com |
| Purple Clematis |
| Welcome to Season 2 of QTOC |
| Are you an overthinker? |
| My response I used to be; however, in the last eighteen months, l have worked towards not overthinking everything. Deep thinking is a valued skill, but sometimes it does mean that you can take too long to make decisions due to you dedicating too much attention to minor details. You can still be a deep thinker without being an overthinker. But that’s me – what about you? |
| Are you an overthinker? Let me know your thoughts in the comments. |
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What a beautiful poem Rory. It felt like I too was experiencing the biting cold.
I am not an over-thinker. Never was. I make snap decisions and have promised myself to not regret them.
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Good attitude to have Sadje 🙂
I think much of the time autism was an attributuing agent to a lot of my earlier overthinking. I am now more of a deeper thinker and utilise thinking strategies whereupon they are functional rather than worrisome 🙂
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Thanks Rory. Yes, thinking towards problem solving is constructive while on it’s own, it just generates worry
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Yes very much so Sadje 🙂
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Yes, it is a trait I seem to be spending my senior years trying to resolve. Rory. 😊
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It’s a challenge l am the first to admit to Betty. It has taken me a good deal of time to combat and turn overthinking into functional deep thinking.
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Locating that fine line that divides the two is quite an art, Rory!
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Tell me about it, it’s a nightmare to divide the two at times.
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I’ve noticed that also, Rory. 😊
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Good morning Rory! What a beautiful poem and photos!
Sometimes I am an over thinker, sometimes no 😅
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