http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bluebird5 The original writings of author Bluebird en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964427 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Today's an ending. The lastof my Write to Recovery sessions. And while it may seem final, I want to remindmyself that although the sessions may have ended I shouldn't stop with thethings that I have learnt, experienced or morph into the person I am becoming.In here I've been able totake .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098506/ Born mid December, already aweek late but heifers always are according to my Dad. Farming's always comefirst over family with him so my part in his story seems very much like asideshow. So how did he shape my story? He pushed me away from farming and hisold fashioned views on female roles as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098505/ The problems I have are allin my head I'm told and up until now that's what I have believed. My brainfocuses on the negatives, the self criticism and unhelpful behaviours. But whycan’t I use it to see the silver linings like I do for others?Or maybe there's anotherpartner in crime?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098504/ Lookingback can be cruel or kind, all depending on the nature of my mind.  Retracingpast places and faces, including my own younger state. Timethough to live in the now, learning about the current me and how, to break freeof other’s expectations and my own past incarc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098503/ Recovery is ongoingThere often is no endMany things i requireTo help my head mendLife is undulatingLike the geography of the landLike the cycle of the seasonsLike the weather on my handSo if nature is ever changingWhy should i be so stillNoting my character an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098502/ Why do I seem so different,From everyone else I see,Smiling, laughing and in love,While I’m partnered with misery Why does my heart beat,At such a slow and irregular pace, Maybe that’s the reason,I’m always last in love’s race .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098501/ Once again my mobile summons,I’m there to take your call,Ask you how your day has been,Listen to your events both big and small You spout out names of people,Who you seem to hold so close,Fascinated with their dramas,I’m regaled my daily dose&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098500/ Whyis it that those the closest,Arethe ones who hurt us the most,Fallshort of the support I showed them,Makeme feel invisible, empty like a ghost Whyis it that my small family,Keepme tethered to my past,Allthose days of regret and pain,Hauntingmem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2098499/ Ican’t believe that it’s 7am Monday morning again. Like clockwork he gets intohis wee financed Ford.  It’s the samegrim grey as the dreich drizzly day outside and almost as monotone in mood. Allthat can be heard is the constant hum of commuter traffic and the odd ira.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097823/ Scottish slang http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097822/ Thering that I’ve just picked, what’s it supposed to showAworld of glitz and glamour, or the path I’m supposed to go Societyseems to expect me, to find a man, settle downThere’smore to life than marriage, grab some red I’m off to paint the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097820/ Scottish slang http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097819/ Reflective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097818/ Parental role reversal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097817/ Reflective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluebird5/2097816/