Calm, Exercise, Happiness, Music, Reading, Walking, Writing

Ways to Happiness…

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Are you looking for the ever elusive happiness?

How do you find it?  

Well, it’s there under the surface, very well hidden at the moment but if you delve deep you will find it.

Following on from my previous post about happiness I’m looking at possible ways to find it.

‘I think the best way to experience happiness is through a calm mind. Helping your mind to become calm and relaxed at the moment is not an easy task, but it is the best way to experience happiness.’

Five popular ways to calm the mind

1 Music

Listening to music can have a calming effect. Classical music is generally recommend to be better at helping concentration and mood, although other types of music are also good if you like listening to them. I tend to listen to particular radio programs because they give a good mix of thought provoking music and some chat which can move your day along.

2 Reading 

Reading a book is another way to find some calm in your day. Searching out an interesting book that will grip you and will get you instantly absorbed by the plot, can be really exciting. Your mind is transported off to another place and taken away from your worries. Check out books available online from your local library.📚 

3 Walking

Walking every day even if it’s for a few minutes can make a huge difference. I usually try to walk for about an hour a day; even on a cold day it’s really helpful. It can help to stimulate the brain to look at a world outside your four walls and experience natural surroundings. It’s also a great form of exercise for most people and it can help you keep fit.

4 Meditation 

Meditation can help to calm the mind and experience happiness in some form. I enjoy meditating as this gives me some form of relief from any anxiety I maybe feeling. My page Meditation and Mindfulness gives more tips.

5 Learning something new

Trying out a new skill like learning a language, or starting to learn painting in watercolours. I started learning french recently and have found I remember a lot from my school days. I have been able to use it to help me write poetry in french. A creative skill is a very useful tool and are great ways to be totally absorbed by something you enjoy doing.

I hope you’ve found my post helpful and can explore your own ways to happiness.

Blog, Christmas, London, Writing

From Years Gone By

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A wintry tale from the past…

Snowflakes gently glide to the ground; white snow covered trees are glinting in the faded sunlight.

I start to walk along a track through the trees listening out for any sounds. It’s really quiet apart from a few birds singing. The occasional thud of snow falling from the branches breaks the eerie silence. 

As I make each step forward, I hear thick snow crunch beneath my feet. My hands feel bitterly cold; the breath in front of my face nearly freezes. 

A spectacular scene of ice unfolds into the distance. A frozen river bed fills the expanse.  On the horizon is a bridge, which stretches across the river. 

Rustic tents and strangely clothed people bustle about a huge outdoor market.  The market’s taking place directly on the ice.  I walk over onto the river bed and join the crowd.

By one tent I see the excited faces of the crowd, waiting at a printers.  People are gathering around and watching a man print a special ticket.

Where can I be? 

Before I went to sleep I had been reading about the frost fairs that took place on the river Thames in London, during the 18th century.

The year is 1716. I realise, I was looking at old London Bridge and the river must be the Thames. It looks so strange without the familiar stone embankment on either side.

Old London Bridge was quite a differently proportioned bridge to the current one. It was built on nineteen arches supported by small piers, these in turn slowed the flow of the river which is why it often froze.

The tickets I saw being printed were actually printed, using a woodcut, on the ice as a souvenir for visitors. They were dated and read ‘Printed on the ice on the River Thames.’ 

I had left a window open, which is why I felt cold and had fallen asleep still holding the book I had been reading.

For more fascinating facts and information about London in the past have a look at the Museum of London website.

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Blog, Halloween, Poetry, Writing

Into the surreal sunrise… 🌄

Photo by Spiral White

To all my readers I wish a Happy Halloween! 🎃 I hope you enjoy my poem.

Into the surreal sunrise

🌅🌅

Behind me 

A whispering 

Chilling 

Voice

Calls out…

I gulp 

Look around

And find

Darkness!

🌄🌄

I’m walking 

Over

A deserted 

Cornfield 

It’s eerie 

Shadows

Jump

Out

As I walk

🌅🌅

I notice

A speck 

Of light

In

The distance,

Suddenly 

The sky 

Lights up

Vibrant colours

🌄🌄

Magenta 

Scarlet 

Umber

Cerise

Fade

Slowly,

To 

White

Pure Sunlight 

🌅🌅

Poem by Spiral White

Blog, Poetry, Time, Writing

The Passing of Time

black and white photo of clocks

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When I saw this photo it gave me a flash of inspiration. A mass of clocks all ticking at the same time. I think, as you grow older time seems to fly by; you sometimes find yourself wondering where the time goes…

 

The Passing of Time

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Faster and faster

Time flies by

In days

Then months

Into years….

*****

My head’s spinning

Where are we going?

Falling, further

And further…

 *****

It’s another new day

A baby cries

Longing for its milk

Placated by it’s bottle

 

Morning chorus singing

As a child murmurs

Teddy dangling from its hand

Questioning, all the time

 

Noonday sun shines bright

A school child plays

Dreaming of home time

But has no answers

 

In the heat of the afternoon

A teenager fashionista

Self consciously

Struggles to understand

 

In the fading sun

An adult works hard

Earning a daily living

Hoping to achieve

 

Darkness surrounds us now

As an old person reads

Looking for inspiration

What is it all for?

 *****

The tick, tock, tick, tock

Is it even faster and faster still….

Sadly, time

Slows for no one.

Poem by Nick