Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Giant Haystacks.

When I was young, for our birthdays, my granny bought a small black and white TV for me and my brother to share in our bedroom. I was overjoyed! There was nothing to watch but wrestling on that Saturday afternoon and so I watched Giant Haystacks or Big Daddy cavorting around the ring and I reported back to everyone with ears.

I've been doing that wrestle. Feeling like I'd stepped out of a dark cave into sunshine, a toddler learning to walk, I looked at January and February with a stunned awe. It was wonderful! I'd never seen them before. Not like this. I'd only seen the 'hunker down, nuclear attack' version of those months. Then, somewhere along the way, I realised an elephant was kneeling on my throat and that nuclear attack was imminent.

I've decided it's not fair. And I won't have it. I'm angry. I'm scared when I'm outside, I'm avoiding the wind, sun, rain, the beautiful blue skies hurt to see. So, I'm wrestling. I'm working with windows wide. Wide so the wind whips the curtains and brings the outdoors in to me. I am going to bite off a large project, long been put off, because I know I am strong enough and I know the achievement will be a body smash to this attack. Giant Haystacks and Big Daddy had much to teach. The art of putting on a show and scaring off the enemy. I know better is possible and so I'm taking my inspiration from the wrestling world. Off to seek out a shiny gold unitard. Join me?

Love from

The room above the garage.
A Moodscope member.

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