Thursday photo prompt: Snowfall #writephoto

This is Sue Vincent‘s Thursday PhotoPrompt,

#writephoto.

Snowfall

The journey had been long and arduous. Travelling through time was wearing on the nerves. So much had changed around him and he had only been able to witness in silence.

So much had happened he’d felt warm and safety of the womb of mother earth. For the longest time he was settled until the great movement had churned up. He and those around him were awoken and cast out. They had lain where they had landed open to weather, wind rain sun and snow.

The animals came first they never caused trouble, occasionally rubbing up against him or sheltering from the sun. The plants also were a pleasure to live alongside. They had colour, they whispered gave shade kept him company. The gentle moss even covered him in green.

Then came the humans they were no trouble at first but they changed, became less animal like and more selfish and destructive. They had moved him him twice to use him as part of a circle. He was bigger then but later they had stolen parts of him to build castles and homes.

He was glad he could still talk to his other selves where ever they were it made him feel safe and whole.

He liked the snow it was soft and gentle. Not like the humans, demanding, waging wars, killing eachother. He had seen dreadful things , killing machines, some throwing bullets or flames. Death dropping out of the skies blood all around.

Not all the humans were bad though he has seen some be kind, even worship him or near him, make love hidden by him, sleep in his shade and even touch and talk to him.

He sighed “I suppose” he said to the tree next to him “I will just go on, I will miss you though”. The tree sighed too. He replied, “I will miss you too old friend but you were here before me, you will stay on.” Gentle letting the snow settle on his limbs the tree continued.”Our feathered friends have taken my seeds and spread me far and wide. So we may meet again, especially if you are moved again.”

The ancient stone looked up at the tree and replied. ” I cannot bear to see you killed, I have seen too many of your kind cut down. I will sleep and when I wake again I wonder what shall I find.” The tree bowed, “Goodbye friend I hope we meet again.”

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They came in the night, two humans, a small female and a taller male. They were wise in the old ways, the stone could tell. They touched him and asked his permission to stand in his shadow. They apologized that they could not stop the developers from moving him and chopping down the tree. They did not think it was progress. The stone assured them he would survive.

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In the morning the bulldozers came. They cut the tree down, the stone was asleep, deeply asleep so as not to see or hear his friend being killed. The snow fell.

Withdrawal Update 2

I have been telling you all, about (I hope) the last few weeks of weaning myself off of Gabapentin. It’s a neuropathic painkiller. I have been on it for over eight years I have weaned myself down from four times six hundred mgs a day to one hundred mgs twice a day. With no great help from the doctors who just want to hand them out like sweets to keep me quite. This week I am altenating between one hundred mgs morning and night one day and just one hundred grams in the evening on the alternate day. It is hard,harder than I thought. This last part is so hard I just want to reach for the pills. So you guys can help me by listening to me writing it out.

A big thank you for baring with me.

Well I got through the weekend, I actually found Sunday, a pill day harder than the Saturday which was a no pill day.

Strange as Sunday was the busier day having the hubby’s mother over for lunch as usual, walking the dog and keeping people happy. I would of thought it would of kept my brain off my symptoms…. But no.

Monday morning was not good but I managed to keep going. In the afternoon we took Ruby with us in the car and dropped in on hubby’s mother. Then went for a long walk with Ruby and on the way home we stopped off at friends. They asked us to stay for dinner which we did and had a laugh and set the world to rights.

I was in bed by 10.30 and slept fairly well apart from unsettling dreams.

Today is supposed to be a pill in the morning day but something in my brain was telling me not to take it. So here I am at 12.30 and I have not taken any Gabapentin. I am okay-ish, physical symptoms: cold-like symptoms, slight headache, a little shaky with joint pains, itching (the spiders) on and off. Phycological symptoms: stressing bordering on fear / angxiety , exhaustion.

The worse part is the depression it won’t lift and things that I usually can shrug off are weighing heavily on my mind.

Anyway let’s be positive I am here I am trying, and I can do this.

Thank you all for listening.

Wordless Wednesday : The Progress Of The Tomato Plants.

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Imogen Heap’s Progress

Well  hello  everyone  here  is  a little  extra  blog  I  just wanted  to  do!

You  all know  how  much  I  love Imogen Heap , yes  you know  that is  true!

So  this  is  an out  and out  fan post,  a post to show  I  really  am impressed .

So  this  shows   much  her  techniques  of  making  music have progressed .

 

She  started  out  with  lots of  machines,  computer  and keyboards, bells  and  recorders.Phew !

 

Also  another  one  of  Imogen  on stage  working hard  before  gloves!! Phew  exhausting!

 

Then she  started  to  develop her  Me.Mi gloves  , I  picked  this video  because one it  shows  her lovely  home  and  because it is  not  as long  and  technical as  some of the talks  she has done  on the subject!

 

 

And  finally  so  as not  to bore  everyone   here  she is  performing  with  her  gloves  , the  song  me  the machine  is  so beautiful .

I  do hope  you all enjoy!

 

Thank  you  for bearing   with me!!

 

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