my friend is coming over today
isn’t that nice?
she’s a therapist
obsessive compulsive disorder
Yesterday was Teachers’ Day. Today is National Poetry Day. These two things have been interwoven in my life for many years, and both are important to me, so I thought I’d write a quick post about them.
I wrote my first poem when I was twelve, and I wrote it because of a teacher. We were in English class, and I was in a new school in a new country and wasn’t settling in very well. I was looking for a way to distract myself from life, and while I had the school library to keep me going, I wanted something more actively creative as well – a new string to my bow.
the leaves are falling now
the first signs that the trees are getting tired.
unable to sustain their grip anymore,
they rescind their grasp reluctantly
and the leaves they’ve borne so carefully til now
drop to the ground like so many raindrops
if they make ripples on the earth, we do not see them
their landing is too light
their descent was too gentle
they fall beside the trunks that upheld them
above the roots that grew them
and there they wait, right where they fell
for a gust of wind to come and whip them away
rehoming them again
far from the trees they once called their own.
A lot of things have happened over the past few weeks. One of them is that my friend has come to stay for a while, along with her puppy. My cat is less than happy about this arrangement, but after spending the first few weeks inside the wardrobe, she’s now finally emerged and seems to be grudgingly accepting of the canine addition.
Of course, with increased puppy comes increased walking, and a week or so ago we took the dog for a long walk across London. We ended up in Battersea Park, where I stumbled across a Barbara Hepworth sculpture overlooking a lake.
I was talking to my friend the other day about how life seems to have this habit of piling all the annoying crap on at once.
You can’t just have the car break down, you also have to break your heel and the cat has to throw up on the important document you’ve been waiting for.
It’s screamed across the internet like a beacon of hope in a world of soulless corporate drudgery.
But I’m a realist, not an idealist, and like I’ve said many times before, sometimes running off into the sunset to live the dream doesn’t quite go to plan. Even if it does, you might not enjoy your dream life as much as you’d expected to.
Yesterday I interviewed Kenden Alfond about her Jewish Food Hero Cookbook, which helps people find plant-based alternatives to traditional recipes.