tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38200394820680260522024-02-19T00:30:19.201-08:00Lucy Fur Leaps!Leaps of the imagination. Leaping to conclusions.
A space to experiment with writing. Updated weekly.Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-86436998310970650562011-06-23T03:57:00.000-07:002011-06-23T04:00:31.034-07:00LucyFurLeaps Has MovedHere is my new permanent address: <a href="http://www.lucyfurleaps.com">www.lucyfurleaps.com</a><br /><br />Do join me!<br /><br />Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-62065427616479427722011-06-21T09:13:00.001-07:002011-06-21T12:17:00.740-07:00Leaping...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7Y6U7BLIm7FCPwKx7XeW1r2je3arjLR8ReKlE1DHWPwjHp3cv-jAmAX93lcVjoQAlJWZQtFjSUq0wPya1v9wB8oJlLALesAEtx2ARROnFnwbK24j4_JKHNzi2Mpm4OBpDskXOgqpjy9v/s1600/glastonbury+view+east.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7Y6U7BLIm7FCPwKx7XeW1r2je3arjLR8ReKlE1DHWPwjHp3cv-jAmAX93lcVjoQAlJWZQtFjSUq0wPya1v9wB8oJlLALesAEtx2ARROnFnwbK24j4_JKHNzi2Mpm4OBpDskXOgqpjy9v/s400/glastonbury+view+east.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620753680544320370" /></a><br />Summer Solstice, the end of the beginning....and the last post here...I am leaping across to <a href="http://www.lucyfurleaps.com">www.lucyfurleaps.com</a> full time...I do hope you will join me. It's been a hard decision to call time on my blogspot, where I have been so comfortable and met so many great people who have been kind enough to read my posts.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54XRNQ2C2x0"><br />Big Wheel Keeps on Turning</a><br />Love, love, love<br />xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-34659780539981117102011-06-08T12:39:00.000-07:002011-06-08T12:49:03.021-07:00Wordless Wednesday: The Wheels On The Bus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPDAPmqxXvEagAbI4MUMbYJGp3xEMtpy7TzYCAJB_dF10ycrofys2vbLwOzK9vSrEoWgTp4KYZJTtoZkwvjMGdOkSKVx2i8BosIcanQ4INPqM_O1RBE1TLwxvi7EHS2SsiMcIG1Y-hsv_/s1600/DSC00050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPDAPmqxXvEagAbI4MUMbYJGp3xEMtpy7TzYCAJB_dF10ycrofys2vbLwOzK9vSrEoWgTp4KYZJTtoZkwvjMGdOkSKVx2i8BosIcanQ4INPqM_O1RBE1TLwxvi7EHS2SsiMcIG1Y-hsv_/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615938093387182098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8U1aCAC88sPkxA0_8aQYhMeAueIinzWDOih4jlwUZVpSPI78QH5Ey2oWEduuzhAF5ZoyEr3Ve4S4AXYN5p4FQVMMAq7GXPjxKM7xoLBZkUs7ICl9bzto2Iuhhb_eGhHUKhBF4OzJYh27H/s1600/DSC00048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8U1aCAC88sPkxA0_8aQYhMeAueIinzWDOih4jlwUZVpSPI78QH5Ey2oWEduuzhAF5ZoyEr3Ve4S4AXYN5p4FQVMMAq7GXPjxKM7xoLBZkUs7ICl9bzto2Iuhhb_eGhHUKhBF4OzJYh27H/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615938103584164482" /></a>Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-64121356041088590912011-06-06T03:25:00.000-07:002011-06-06T03:42:38.569-07:00Makeover Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMU_s5BGsx7iNqJoHJiSslEisKllACybIewa_XwW9ZwJCxI78UIXbkEHwfWLX-fKgcjC4RvTgVFaN_A_ZhbKzzC5F_ihiO0hKiky25JavVj-N47sDR9WkOH74QPFnp-xqcudCNuRUIovp/s1600/DSC02094.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMU_s5BGsx7iNqJoHJiSslEisKllACybIewa_XwW9ZwJCxI78UIXbkEHwfWLX-fKgcjC4RvTgVFaN_A_ZhbKzzC5F_ihiO0hKiky25JavVj-N47sDR9WkOH74QPFnp-xqcudCNuRUIovp/s400/DSC02094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615055222808070018" /></a><br />I am having a long overdue makeover week. Everything is looking a bit tired and fusty and needs sorting out, chucking out or freshening up. The tiredest and most fustiest looking article is yours truly...so it is time for some beauty sleep, healthy eating and an image overhaul of some kind.<br />Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-36037336926124044272011-06-04T15:08:00.000-07:002011-06-04T15:19:20.932-07:00Photographic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwaF9r-razqH5OVKsYao6mfQr2JjS1mQhLHLPppHCBF-ksdmd_q5z7ttWbTf3HsB2g1yYYi3NywwThJNJa2WKfYdvjBK5_iw5i_HMb17tJj-Ph3n-10BPsz_lY92UbsvRYJpADi4oNVGV/s1600/DSC02701.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwaF9r-razqH5OVKsYao6mfQr2JjS1mQhLHLPppHCBF-ksdmd_q5z7ttWbTf3HsB2g1yYYi3NywwThJNJa2WKfYdvjBK5_iw5i_HMb17tJj-Ph3n-10BPsz_lY92UbsvRYJpADi4oNVGV/s400/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614491279484001266" /></a><br />My camera has finally given up after five and a half years of stalwart service. It was the last Christmas present I was given by my Mum, so I am sorry to let it go but it has been wonderful, and I have taken thousands of photos with it.<br />In that time technology has moved on in leaps and bounds and for my 40th birthday last year I was very lucky to receive a Flip camera. I have been experimenting with, and will have some proper time to investigate and learn to use it properly now, including its capacity to take stills.Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-26519936371817390422011-06-04T14:08:00.000-07:002011-06-04T14:30:31.278-07:00Saturday6.30am Woken by Sam, breakfast of bowl of shreddies and juice (him) toast and marmalade and black coffee (me),Mary Poppins dvd and a read of yesterday's Guardian, empty and load washing machine and hang out washing, tidy computer desk and clean dining room table and hoover dining room.<br />8.45 Organise birthday present for friend, phonecall, bath me and Sam, get dressed, pack bag, find library books and dvds, dash to football.<br />9.30 Football - Sam has suddenly found his stride and turned into a fast runner and a good kicker<br />10.15 A trip to the 'Numbers' caff for chocolate milkshake (him) black coffee (me) and a copy of the Peppa Pig magazine (him) and Guardian for me.<br />10.45 Shopping, fill car up with petrol (wince at price) return home, make picnic lunch and put shopping away.<br />11.30 Collect niece, drive to local shopping centre, visit library to return Sam's books and dvds and he selects new ones. Eat lunch in the park and have races and play hide and seek.<br />1.30 Take niece clothes shopping for her birthday present and take Sam to the toy shop for bubbles, balloons and replacement whoopee cushion.<br />3.00 Return to car, Drop niece home, Sam falls asleep, get home and leave him asleep while I sit on the front step with coffee and shortbread biscuits and read the Guardian Weekend magazine.<br />4.30 Sam wakes up, put on 'Bolt' dvd from the library for him to watch, race Lightning Macqueen cars and then go outside and play catch, try out my new hula hoop, water the garden including veg patch, then pour water on our bare feet and make foot prints on the patio.<br />7.00 Get washing in, cook tea, listen to Craig Charles on 6Music, dance with Sam to Gil Scott Heron, get him ready for bed, read stories.<br />9.00 Feel tired and grumpy, feel blessed.Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-21659667550073513752011-04-17T13:22:00.000-07:002011-04-17T13:39:51.965-07:00All We Ever Wanted (Was Everything)It has been a challenging week for all kinds of reasons. So I was glad to see the beautiful golden-washed moon this evening. All these things shall pass...<br /><br />I am very greedy and want everything- mostly I want what is not possible and once again travel the circle of wishing in vain, feeling disappointed, frustrated, sad, blaming myself, realising it isn't my fault, accepting what is, letting go...<br /><br />What I want most is for Sam to be happy and for us to have a home, a family life and a support network. We have some of of this...we do not have some of this...<br /><br />I am playing the long game.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4rqbs0vxK0&feature=related">Love and a Bauhaus tune </a><br />xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-10884616161216242982011-04-03T04:01:00.000-07:002011-04-03T04:39:16.620-07:00Cybele - the orginal MotherWhat you might not know about 'Mothers' / Mother's Day' is that, like other seasonal family celebrations it has its roots in Christianity - actually it doesn't - it's roots are far older than that.<br /><br />Orginally it was the <a href="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/265677/Hilaria">Roman festival of Hilaria</a>, a celebration of the Goddess <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cybele">Cybele</a>, which may explain April Fools Day...? I kid you not....<br /><br />The Christian Church appropriated this Pagan festival, as they did with so many others... Easter (Eostre), Christmas, Candlemas etc etc...<br /><br />Christians, up until the early part of the twentieth century would gather at their 'Mother' church on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mothering_Sunday">'Mothering Sunday'</a> to acknowledge the Virgin Mary and celebrate the Church in general, on the fourth sunday of Lent.<br /><br />So, if like me, as a single mother, with no mother to make a fuss of, and noone to make a fuss of you, you feel a bit narked by yet another occasion where you feel you don't fit into the stereotype... of the family who brings gifts of flowers and treats and takes Mummy out for a nice lunch... and you don't have a husband or partner to cook you that breakfast in bed or buy you some jewellery...<br /><br />Don't worry! It's another mirage offered up by advertising that, for the most part, doesn't exist, and it's a bad idea to try and live up to it. That's when I start to feel sorry for myself, and I hate that...<br /><br />When Sam can make me a card, that will be great. He gave me a daisy the other day- and told me he loved me- what more could I ask for from my son?<br /><br />There are plenty of us who are doing our best on our own to provide for our kids and be good mums. There are mothers today who are working, or looking after sick and disabled kids, who are struggling with debts, who are homeless, who may have noone to acknowledge they are doing a fine job.<br /><br />To all of them I salute you - HAPPY MOTHERS DAY<br /><br />My garden is full of wild violets, apparently sacred to Cybele...Goddess Mother of Mothers...<br /><br />Love, Love, Love<br />xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-73593034191300160142011-04-01T13:52:00.000-07:002011-04-01T14:25:03.705-07:00Six Years Ago TodayWhat an April Fool I felt as my Dad drove me and the few possessions that hadn't been put in storage back to London. Heartbroken and leaving my home, work, friends and life as well as my failed marriage and my dreams in Bristol, a city I had taken to my heart and did not expect to leave.<br /><br />Six years later I am about to finish my degree in creative writing and journalism, just about to get my first poem in print, and accepted to do an MA next year. I got to spend precious time with my Mum before she died. I made a radio series on shoes for Resonance FM. I got to hang out with my best friend again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml7-3VOzw35vhzlqgs8rzEfY29JBVB9QkfRSR86RFfUWHTJIzgcf90JNGJw4hqNpmYw9XIneSaFubdyzGBXedD9tZvbWt_ueum1HnPwX0sUZ8qt587DZo2S7OVwDNjj-cXA5oF3d7pIDJ/s1600/DSC00223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml7-3VOzw35vhzlqgs8rzEfY29JBVB9QkfRSR86RFfUWHTJIzgcf90JNGJw4hqNpmYw9XIneSaFubdyzGBXedD9tZvbWt_ueum1HnPwX0sUZ8qt587DZo2S7OVwDNjj-cXA5oF3d7pIDJ/s400/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590725788787686546" /></a><br /><br />Most importantly I had Sam and became a mother. I got to be <span style="font-style:italic;">me</span> on my own terms, and I am back living near, if not quite in my beloved Smoke.<br /><br />I have made some great new friends, stayed in contact with some old ones and gradually forgiven myself for what happened, let go and moved on.<br /><br />Sam and I spent this afternoon hanging out together in London and having fun...long may it continue...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmaHiFeLU-IgDllnJMc0v8zPnm0H_JczbCQLdX2MMSmPShNWdX7ft0k6I8USSGDVekL_L3qAYWd9Xe8g3XPv4Ugh25BPHsFAmHvwqQQuh25JP4r86AHk8GGJB3MID8rG_B_Rke4sRZI8K/s1600/DSC00221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmaHiFeLU-IgDllnJMc0v8zPnm0H_JczbCQLdX2MMSmPShNWdX7ft0k6I8USSGDVekL_L3qAYWd9Xe8g3XPv4Ugh25BPHsFAmHvwqQQuh25JP4r86AHk8GGJB3MID8rG_B_Rke4sRZI8K/s400/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590726812545068898" /></a><br /><br />Love, Love, Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-40730075840491649932011-03-29T08:33:00.000-07:002011-03-29T08:40:56.856-07:00Calling Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5kxS-3q6Fczjx_Au-Ri_DhRxyFkoQmvl_2nfFkJXt0A0CWDjDyHnMCOCGZ4BQsNHzLIkTSXN1HybTEBXXKBB4XzjgFhOyDUdzkVJAYL7D4rfPAyOj9ctgDsRundzSwK704r-NC5mxC3g/s1600/DSC00054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5kxS-3q6Fczjx_Au-Ri_DhRxyFkoQmvl_2nfFkJXt0A0CWDjDyHnMCOCGZ4BQsNHzLIkTSXN1HybTEBXXKBB4XzjgFhOyDUdzkVJAYL7D4rfPAyOj9ctgDsRundzSwK704r-NC5mxC3g/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589527231584213410" /></a><br />Things are moving very fast at the moment, so I have little time to blog.<br />I am not sure how much longer I will be 'here' at my old faithful blogspot.<br />Maybe I will stay here but it is more likely this chapter is coming to an end and I will be moving all of LucyFurLeaps writing ops elsewhere...<br /><br />Love, Love, LoveLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-70367032794830455012011-03-14T14:56:00.000-07:002011-03-14T15:14:54.468-07:00Get inTwo weeks since my last post. This is a marker. I am mid-way through my final semester and running around like a headless chicken, trying to keep up and get ahead at the same time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbbJiNvNJ9i_w7RuUMxWPfUgkf3GoVQvKOl7BjWEta6oxChH6xfksHk-x_lWfkiCIrsahu88Ra42Yd6apQW39yon3zRENSCpOZ8w28NAw1Mx2wTefsCJTK9hGE_xOrpXFuIOz7c9zAM9J/s1600/DSC01055.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbbJiNvNJ9i_w7RuUMxWPfUgkf3GoVQvKOl7BjWEta6oxChH6xfksHk-x_lWfkiCIrsahu88Ra42Yd6apQW39yon3zRENSCpOZ8w28NAw1Mx2wTefsCJTK9hGE_xOrpXFuIOz7c9zAM9J/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584062092295493650" /></a>I am also scheduling in early nights, leaving the washing up til the next day, and the veg patch hasn't even been dug over...I know when I've overdone it and at that point I stop- and sometimes I even manage to not overdo it in the first place.<br /><br />At the end of this semester I will then complete all the assignments from the last semester which I was too poorly to submit. When everyone else has finished and is getting pissed and breathing sighs of relief I will be starting a new/old batch of work.<br /><br />Mildly frustrating but at least this way I hope to have a chance of decent marks so it will be worth it. At Christmas I was too poorly to work. At the moment I am ok but still getting very tired sometimes.<br /><br />The hard work is bearing fruit.<br /><br />I am a published writer and a poet.<br /><br />This is the beginning of something new and good.<br /><br />Head down until I get all the work done and pass my degree.<br /><br />Love, Love, Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-4705883902525621652011-02-27T12:20:00.000-08:002011-02-27T12:28:22.022-08:00Happy Birthday MumMy Mum would have been 63 today. My sister and I went and did some nice things that she liked to do, to remember her in a way she would hopefully appreciate. Spending too much on make up at the Christian Dior counter in Harvey Nichols was one such thing, and today was the first time we had been back there since she died in 2006. And oddly, the Christian Dior counter had vanished! So no memorial lippy-trying-on...<br />Thirty years ago today I gave Mum <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaLfDnShEn0">"Woman" by John Lennon</a> on 7" vinyl for her birthday...<br />"I'm forever in your debt...I love you"<br />Love, love, love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-37511079412130326002011-02-08T01:43:00.000-08:002011-02-08T01:54:24.641-08:00Rent a GobI think my writing is about to change again.<br />I have been writing elliptically and that has been a good and useful process.<br />Now for some bile and purging and self indulgence.<br />Maybe on here and maybe not.<br />I am not going to keep my mouth shut anymore.<br />It's time to be gobby.Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-15045537029991415802011-01-31T13:27:00.000-08:002011-01-31T13:42:21.922-08:00Knitbone at Imbolc<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniRpk5YjOYOzJerE9TJwtY_mTM4GJxszXRmK0UiXrUd_mPxNila41FCTV1F3K738W1d_Rdo2XkJkbL_PUoqalU7-jdnNKUCAbf5TGy5NQQAcMQxfJ-NOeTu3QsggkPKZS2Me2agQgXHXs/s1600/DSC02030.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniRpk5YjOYOzJerE9TJwtY_mTM4GJxszXRmK0UiXrUd_mPxNila41FCTV1F3K738W1d_Rdo2XkJkbL_PUoqalU7-jdnNKUCAbf5TGy5NQQAcMQxfJ-NOeTu3QsggkPKZS2Me2agQgXHXs/s400/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568468005054814562" /></a><br /><br />The cast is off<br />This snake has shed its skin<br />And won’t be charmed back in<br /><br />If a plaster cast could be a metaphor<br />For the past, I will remember<br />How rigidly it bound me<br /><br />I cast a spell banishing<br />Then<br />Casting on, knitting<br />Now<br />Blasting offLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-44724129029768583712011-01-26T05:19:00.000-08:002011-01-26T06:16:42.690-08:00Feeding Sam - a story about breastfeeding.<em>This is a slightly edited version of a piece originally written in 2009, when Sam was two, and published in my local NCT branch newsletter. I am posting it here now after a conversation on Twitter about extended breastfeeding, in the hope that it may be of help to anyone who might be in a similar position. And also to highlight the reality of extended breastfeeding.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgminnpCeflTvgBmS1VeYHwpt0taQUkLQ9Zwd0SP-MnBt7L8MR3UGqS5rKazOdfkqJwWOdqFeAx2kTbq7AUaOiEyH9mzp3yzfcVumcxAYuVt42yHpYyvHGFSWsNMrKbl8c6rR4R2VpeEumc/s1600/2007_0811_141907ad.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgminnpCeflTvgBmS1VeYHwpt0taQUkLQ9Zwd0SP-MnBt7L8MR3UGqS5rKazOdfkqJwWOdqFeAx2kTbq7AUaOiEyH9mzp3yzfcVumcxAYuVt42yHpYyvHGFSWsNMrKbl8c6rR4R2VpeEumc/s400/2007_0811_141907ad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566491949922129330" /></a><br />I breastfed Sam about half an hour after he was born, finally, 15 days late, by emergency caesarean section, weighing in at 8lbs and 2oz. He latched on straight away and had a good feed for about half an hour. Great!<br />I’d always planned to exclusively breastfeed Sam for the first six months, and then continue to breast feed him whilst introducing solids until he was at least a year old. I read up on breastfeeding and attended a birth preparation course with Sam’s dad, which included an evening devoted to the art of breastfeeding.<br /><br />The next two days, however, were not so great. He was constantly hungry and I was constantly trying to feed him while I was in the post-natal ward at the hospital. I asked to see a breastfeeding counsellor, explaining to the midwives that I wanted to exclusively breastfeed because I have a history of severe eczema, asthma, hayfever and oral allergy syndrome and wanted to do anything possible to give Sam the best chance of avoiding of all the above. I did not see a breastfeeding counsellor, apparently no one was available for the whole two days and I kept being advised to give my baby formula.<br /><br />Only one member of staff at the hospital told me very sympathetically to “keep at it... your milk will take a bit longer to come in because of the caesarean and the blood loss but it will. You’ll have a few difficult days but it will come good.” This advice, which seemed like a great kindness at the time, kept me going.<br />By the time I left I asked them for some bottles of ready-mixed formula to take with me. Sam was screaming hungry and I had had no sleep for two days and very little rest at all. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8ynMc9USA47OlavESrMP7ToWeOsG8tBEQQKwrItjUjc0mzIeU6N5Kjq0RLVwgF2fd668JhDpHN8RcZh4v71HuRPGEfaqCPOfdxaSSEjh02cQ_HdcWLhM2HDF9J-RgRYQYFFYoaQR3wfb/s1600/DSC04737.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8ynMc9USA47OlavESrMP7ToWeOsG8tBEQQKwrItjUjc0mzIeU6N5Kjq0RLVwgF2fd668JhDpHN8RcZh4v71HuRPGEfaqCPOfdxaSSEjh02cQ_HdcWLhM2HDF9J-RgRYQYFFYoaQR3wfb/s200/DSC04737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566496790319473938" /></a><br />I gave Sam 40ml late that night and he immediately looked happier and went to sleep. I devised my own strategy with the help of a book. I decided I would keep a record of all the feeds and made a chart. It was exhausting and for a few days excruciatingly painful…sore and bleeding nipples! This made me a bit braver about trying different positions and taking him off the breast and trying to get him to latch on properly.<br /><br />Sam was colicky and screamed and cried a lot for the first three weeks. On the advice of my sister I introduced a dropper of Infacol before each feed and this seemed to help. At the same time I stopped the tiny bit of top-up of formula he was having each night and took him to see a cranio-sacral practitioner, who made some subtle but vital adjustments - he had got very squashed up in my womb. Sam slept peacefully as soon as he came home from the first appointment, the colic symptoms eased and I noticed a huge difference in him. He was much happier and able to move his head and arms more freely.<br /><br />After six weeks I had a postnatal check up and the midwife told me I had now successfully established breastfeeding. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRfLhYSGVZHbPAf5x3AN-0PdiJ6QNvQjrZ02sf7pQDLKfVos_0bnNU5AuxadpA1GfVDXqinbFVemkLIUYsqxhS_X9pvTC3j0iPt_3K-_2ZqlrKth-TK7GAw_BPBvhjgpKqA97XvAE76Fz/s1600/DSC05428.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRfLhYSGVZHbPAf5x3AN-0PdiJ6QNvQjrZ02sf7pQDLKfVos_0bnNU5AuxadpA1GfVDXqinbFVemkLIUYsqxhS_X9pvTC3j0iPt_3K-_2ZqlrKth-TK7GAw_BPBvhjgpKqA97XvAE76Fz/s320/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566494736123433954" /></a><br />I didn’t tell her I could pluck my eyebrows whilst feeding Sam. Now that is multitasking. By this point I was starting to recover from the caesarean and was off walking everywhere, visiting friends and family and trying to get to meet some new mums and a friend I had made at antenatal classes.<br /><br />I fed Sam wherever I went: outside cafes; by the river; in the park; at friends’ and family’s homes; even outside Tate Modern! I don’t remember ever having to deal with complaints or too much staring but I did wear a big smock for the first few months and was fairly discreet.<br /><br />At four months Sam was introduced to baby rice, after demanding to be breastfed <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRyLI1lStlIMzNK1i7mwIQIpceiugC0tBPZSWHbOHWsiTe0uWMAxEvpyVR5VcM9hsoUs8DXe7A6ivTtXKp_acHFK4Ws2p1rpuwg7SVsQSnQbY56UjLCo6aixNcJ_yZn56Qm3l4Kn5i_KM/s1600/DSC05679.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRyLI1lStlIMzNK1i7mwIQIpceiugC0tBPZSWHbOHWsiTe0uWMAxEvpyVR5VcM9hsoUs8DXe7A6ivTtXKp_acHFK4Ws2p1rpuwg7SVsQSnQbY56UjLCo6aixNcJ_yZn56Qm3l4Kn5i_KM/s320/DSC05679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566491084203705362" /></a><br />every two hours and eyeing up everyone else’s food. It was the right time. I introduced a new pureed fruit or vegetable every few days and then started to combine them and broaden his diet. He has a good appetite and eats well and, even now, as a two year old will eat most of what is offered to him, although he does ask for ice cream and chocolate for breakfast, he settles for fruit and toast.<br /><br />I gradually dropped one breastfeed at a time until last July, 2008; I dropped his morning feed which meant we were down to one breastfeed a day, at bedtime.<br />We were both happy with this but other people found the fact that I was still feeding Sam myself rather strange and even distasteful. So I stopped talking about it. I even had friends who were concerned that I might be “psychologically damaging” Sam by continuing to breastfeed him past a year. They thought it was “strange” that I would have a conversation with him about stopping breastfeeding.<br /><br />Amongst some friends and family I have found the subject of extended breastfeeding to be the biggest taboo I have ever negotiated. This has been somewhat of a shock to me as I found breastfeeding Sam to be one of the best and most brilliant experiences I have ever had- and what could be more natural? I am well aware after my own initial struggle that breastfeeding is very hard to establish for many people and is not automatic- it is a skill, an art. I feel very lucky to have been able to do it for as long as I did. It is great to have choices and everyone must do what they feel is right for them and works well in their own circumstance.<br /><br />I do not have an opinion on this except that if you want to do it then give it a go! Get as much information and support as you can.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsNQtHHsXUkA4lQe43XcQ73Dmo99KCvzHS7iU_6mPO1toKvjyGFgDyc0HkJ2DFeKbFcIdwOzKmQZGhXaGMFCht-_HVptBRE9S-weZqDUOVvqLWogL2HFeNRCHi8XpYFT7d8RoEUMIwhnv/s1600/DSC08813.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsNQtHHsXUkA4lQe43XcQ73Dmo99KCvzHS7iU_6mPO1toKvjyGFgDyc0HkJ2DFeKbFcIdwOzKmQZGhXaGMFCht-_HVptBRE9S-weZqDUOVvqLWogL2HFeNRCHi8XpYFT7d8RoEUMIwhnv/s320/DSC08813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566490333299097698" /></a><br /> Eat loads, drink loads of water and talk to people who’ve done it. <a href="http://www.nct.org.uk/info-centre/getting-help/helplines">Phone the NCT breastfeeding counselling line- I did and the woman I spoke to was fantastic.</a> If you don’t like it, can’t get the hang of it, can’t do it for some reason or you decide it just isn’t right for you - then stop. Formula is not evil. That tiny top up worked wonders for me and Sam when I was recovering from the caesarean and establishing my milk supply. He wouldn’t look at a bottle later on even though I was expressing milk and freezing it in the hope that someone else could feed him for once!<br /><br />Sam was two on the 13th May this year, and I decided we were ready to stop. I went to a local <a href="http://www.laleche.org.uk/">La Leche League meeting to get some advice and support </a>on the best way to do it. They were lovely. I recommend getting in touch with them if you are breastfeeding and need support. I only wish I had known there was a local group before I was about to stop. I got home from the meeting and that evening began to feed Sam as usual, thinking we would stop in the following weeks after I had handed in all my university assignments.<br /><br />Sam had other ideas. After two minutes of feeding he stopped and said “Finished Mummy. Want dummy.” I couldn’t quite take it in but gradually worked out that he <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LeAj3B_f_qvEuYg1BrWaDtPVdqHBrM5rClMTRaonmXdS8_ZhXKpGoC4oyGRqsBQCDVZkooX0a5W0h41wUgWqxMx8KywD0qpOpqIbrw7uwgs1CsYCBt8fLnsip8djjvbkeTw666TBat4a/s1600/DSC08626.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LeAj3B_f_qvEuYg1BrWaDtPVdqHBrM5rClMTRaonmXdS8_ZhXKpGoC4oyGRqsBQCDVZkooX0a5W0h41wUgWqxMx8KywD0qpOpqIbrw7uwgs1CsYCBt8fLnsip8djjvbkeTw666TBat4a/s320/DSC08626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566489749034382722" /></a><br />didn’t want me to feed him anymore and wanted a dummy like another boy at nursery. He’s never had a dummy and it seemed a bit silly to start with one then so I said “No. You’re a big boy now. You don’t need a dummy.” He had always been breastfed to sleep (yes, I know everyone says this is a bad idea but it worked for me…) so it took him a little while to settle. But the next night he went to sleep without a feed, no problems. He’s never asked for “Na na” and that’s it. All done- and, so far, no allergies, asthma and just a tiny smidge of eczema when tired and teething. Now I just have to stop him from frisbeeing his dinner off the table and on to the floor – but that’s another story.Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-63841762943524131052011-01-25T15:32:00.001-08:002011-01-25T15:44:04.077-08:00Manipura One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EKAF3cjmFeuQCxqMV4w-QP3hM5AUOwHuNxS32GCNdPXZtWJ3Wal2Uoi9L5BET5Lmy7oW8wU_BRijixUCrrpuWWNXOJPWN_DJlmtPOHKhwonb5GHYWyFVPs6fny0mVHsymE3QwGfwdgix/s1600/DSC08754.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EKAF3cjmFeuQCxqMV4w-QP3hM5AUOwHuNxS32GCNdPXZtWJ3Wal2Uoi9L5BET5Lmy7oW8wU_BRijixUCrrpuWWNXOJPWN_DJlmtPOHKhwonb5GHYWyFVPs6fny0mVHsymE3QwGfwdgix/s320/DSC08754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566272610536992066" /></a><br />The art of stopping<br />Choosing a response<br />To this moment exactly<br />Harnessing energy<br />To create a city<br />Of repose<br />In my soul<br /><br /><a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-shot-wednesday-poetry-week-30.html">For One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry site</a>Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-59052292439960885262011-01-25T03:19:00.000-08:002011-01-25T03:56:46.965-08:00Mea Culpa In A Hair ShirtI've been hesitant to say it in case I crash again but I've been feeling better for two whole weeks now. And I haven't felt this consistently well since the end of August last year.<br /><br />A trip back to the doctors last week saw him pleased with my progress and he doesn't want to see me unless I get poorly again. He has advised me to 'grade my activity' i.e. slowly build back up to my normal level of activity.<br /><br />Ha ha- Dad goes to India at the weekend, my cast comes off on Monday, the same day I start back at university, and I have nothing else in place to give me any extra help with Sam...so it looks like I will be hurling myself back in the deep end...or will I?<br /><br />The silver lining of this extreme fatigue and constant bouts of flu-type illness-yes, really, there is a silver lining- is that I have had a chance to stop and consider my priorities and also realise that I am very lucky to have all the support and opportunities that I do.<br /><br />I lifted the lid on some more baggage that I have been hefting around and regularly bashing myself over the head with (think smashing your brain in regularly with a bag containing a bowling ball). I have now started to forgive myself for some stuff which I have not been able to even really think about until now. But it's taken years to understand that what left my world in tatters and my heart completely broken was not all my fault, and I am not a failure because of it.<br /><br />The past is always a bad bet for dwelling in and on...it leads to a brick wall...I have blamed myself entirely. I've lived "Mea Culpa" in a hair shirt and it's time to give myself a break.<br /><br />So I have and I am. And life is much better and moving on as a result.<br /><br />Now I am in a strange limbo where I am hoping that I am one of the lucky people that are diagnosed with post viral fatigue syndrome and get well quickly. Only time will tell.<br /><br />I have been writing my own personal "New rules for living manual" and making some changes. Less than a week til the plaster cast comes off and I can get going again but slow and steady wins the race...<br /><br />Love, Love, Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-22245237473915542202011-01-23T04:56:00.000-08:002011-01-23T05:55:32.540-08:00In The International Year Of The Forest - Help Save OURS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7jlau7A2J-nn67PS4XOsATMH4laBskV_-Y42MnLA-fNbrVrjzAWOvRjh4mf-szpqTiQNAobQUyid9G_uCJK0fN50_jR8xijnoe4R5id_gdRu1tCuB8oJVn8gFf6Ye3m_bsODf0GLC8Cy/s1600/DSC00732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7jlau7A2J-nn67PS4XOsATMH4laBskV_-Y42MnLA-fNbrVrjzAWOvRjh4mf-szpqTiQNAobQUyid9G_uCJK0fN50_jR8xijnoe4R5id_gdRu1tCuB8oJVn8gFf6Ye3m_bsODf0GLC8Cy/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565376834859004194" /></a><br />In the <a href="http://www.un.org/en/events/iyof2011/">International Year of The Forest</a> -tagline: "Celebrating Forests For People", the coalition government wants to sell off ALL of our publicly owned forest to the highest bidder.<br /><br /><a href="http://lucyfurleaps.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-is-work-save-our-forests.html">In October last year I pledged </a>to join the campaign against this proposed wholesale sell-off of OUR forests in England, currently run by <a href="http://www.forestry.gov.uk/forestry/infd-7t9b67">The Forestry Commission.</a><br /><br />Until now I have been unable to make good on my pledge due to being poorly. Unlike the Liberal Democrats and their travesty over university fees, I don't intend to break it, so now I am feeling better I have spent a couple of hours this morning getting up to speed with what has been happening.<br /><br />The campaign is to save our forests is hotting up now as the consutation process begins in February. <a href="http://www.38degrees.org.uk/page/s/save-our-forests">The 38degrees petition is now at a whopping 172,000 signatures and on Twitter people are trying to see how fast they can get it to 180,000 signatures. If you have yet to sign it you can do so here.<br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKYpSYtj2oyg-8iAaM_olEjj4eSPpxpZ2x6OBrqtZIY-bClKslhMY7Z5Lexwt63-83guryAc6AqUEfLzBh12urL2KGV-DvYnAa2B3ahg5Wy51NRuwsMDFe_7Rlv9wkIcAcDhpcwr5msmf/s1600/DSC00722.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKYpSYtj2oyg-8iAaM_olEjj4eSPpxpZ2x6OBrqtZIY-bClKslhMY7Z5Lexwt63-83guryAc6AqUEfLzBh12urL2KGV-DvYnAa2B3ahg5Wy51NRuwsMDFe_7Rlv9wkIcAcDhpcwr5msmf/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565376301641882754" /></a><br />There are now a few excellent campaign web sites where you can see where your nearest forest is up for sale, not IF as they are ALL going to be sold. <a href="http://saveenglandsforests.org/what-can-i-do">You can also see which MP to write to, and you can do that here.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/countryside/8276327/Save-our-forests-say-celebrities-and-leading-figures.html">The Sunday Telegraph's front page leads with a letter from leading figures and celebrities backing the campaign to save our forests.</a><br /><br />You can also write to your MP and ask them to support <a href="http://saveourwoods.co.uk/news/support-the-early-day-motion/">Caroline Lucas’ Early Day Motion </a>to amend the Public Bodies Bill removing the threat of sale to forests.<br /><br />The nearest forest to me is about an hour's drive away, <a href="http://www.forestry.gov.uk/aliceholt">Alice Holt Forest</a> in Hampshire. I went there on a rainy sunday, way back in November last year, when I knew the forests were under threat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K5g5sp4MopE491Fo6gZWzeLMdlsFuuhiUKOaT94wchBXsKZ3WCvIPlnFotP5R03QA7WuTHFB_bvAFByPYt00p4_ejwBRd_jvTF6l98GmDkZ1kLN-lFuBtZwo4rQ_18Yfvrml_-nc-9jM/s1600/DSC00714.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K5g5sp4MopE491Fo6gZWzeLMdlsFuuhiUKOaT94wchBXsKZ3WCvIPlnFotP5R03QA7WuTHFB_bvAFByPYt00p4_ejwBRd_jvTF6l98GmDkZ1kLN-lFuBtZwo4rQ_18Yfvrml_-nc-9jM/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565375831031004802" /></a><br />I took my 18-year-old niece and my 3-year-old son and despite the cold, wet day we had a great time, tramping through the woods. It is not completely free now because unless you were to cycle, impossible in my case, you have to use the pay and display car park. However it was worth it- great play areas, a cycle-hire and lots of activity packs and information. <a href="http://www.aliceholt.org/alice_holt_forest_diary_of_events_and_activities.htm">The forest is used for all kinds of activities from mums and babies groups to education for kids and is a great asset to the local and wider community for theses reasons as well as the obvious.</a><br /><br />I will be going back in the spring with Sam, who ran around shouting "this is a magic place" and before if campaigning for its survival deems it necessary which I am sure it will.<br /><br />I have found myself tweeting and retweeting and sharing endless links about the cutbacks on Facebook, feeling politically impotent. But we are not- now is the time to get active- and fight back constructively and creatively.<br /><br />From Roger Deakin's book Wildwood:<br /><br />" When Auden wrote, 'A culture is no better than its woods', he knew that, having carelessly lost more of their woods than any other country in Europe, the British generally take a correspondingly greater interest in what trees and woods they still have left."<br /><br />Damned right we do....Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-49288739180031729382011-01-19T04:45:00.001-08:002011-01-19T05:32:26.515-08:0018th Birthday Present<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOX7Pys_oChOSxZYjNdIMaasqKAMq4wogvj0x095DF2KR9X_d3ZURRG9ITvuxXsRQVjRsBaaAx9_j6PEcXdwY1K1OB1q8nnZqG_h9PwxEKnkg31G_8jUsEuy-iZM23mVy8n6RAxvtn1Dx/s1600/DSC00916.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOX7Pys_oChOSxZYjNdIMaasqKAMq4wogvj0x095DF2KR9X_d3ZURRG9ITvuxXsRQVjRsBaaAx9_j6PEcXdwY1K1OB1q8nnZqG_h9PwxEKnkg31G_8jUsEuy-iZM23mVy8n6RAxvtn1Dx/s400/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563885850900766930" /></a><br />I’m past trying to remember where<br />In Petticoat Lane I found you<br />I wonder if people go there still<br />To buy leather jackets as we did<br />When it was a rite of passage<br />Like buying your first pair of DMs<br />Back then I rode pillion<br />And needed protective clothing<br />Not just for posing at gigs in<br />Although I painted your back<br />With arcane symbols<br />So cool and mysterious in 1988<br />And forgot about that fact<br />Even when I wore you recently<br />After breaking my wrist and required<br />Something waterproof that would fit <br />Over the green cast on my right arm<br />For a mystical tour of South London<br />Where the forgotten chaosphere<br />Was noted and commented upon<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This is my first poem for <a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-shot-wednesday-poetry-week-29.html">One Shot Wednesday</a> at the One Stop Poetry site</span>Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-23959717288752148832011-01-06T08:38:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:51:12.951-08:00Past Bye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcns46eABiNL2ajF_LkX3rWCBis3kT0_H3fKp_lURSaP6hmlZJV2iPtemGcDaptf31PG5LsFanfVR7rYBEcjv3uzzfno6pjZeBeQmtAomPtXBgroXQJvRsvP1q8ayjmhrMRpXOc0OUX9fG/s1600/DSC08720.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcns46eABiNL2ajF_LkX3rWCBis3kT0_H3fKp_lURSaP6hmlZJV2iPtemGcDaptf31PG5LsFanfVR7rYBEcjv3uzzfno6pjZeBeQmtAomPtXBgroXQJvRsvP1q8ayjmhrMRpXOc0OUX9fG/s320/DSC08720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559116268020989522" /></a><br />Gave <br />Up<br />Stopped<br />Stood<br />Still<br />Took<br />Stock<br /><br />Weighed<br />Anchor<br />Pastures<br />New<br />Greener<br />Over<br />HereLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-61677721047657210222011-01-05T09:30:00.000-08:002011-01-05T09:41:36.628-08:00Stephen Fry's Moab Is My WashpotMoab is My Washpot lives up to the many superlative review quotes that grace its cover because it is scintillatingly written, grips you by the lapels in its need to be read, and charms and confounds- in other words it is an honest reflection of its polymath and quintessentially English author.<br /><br />I’ve been meaning to read this book since it came out in 1997 and thought of it again recently, whilst studying a module at university on forms of biography and autobiography.<br /><br />If you don’t know who Stephen Fry is which cliché have you been living on? <a href="http://www.stephenfry.com/">Go here and find out more.</a> I was going to attempt to briefly sum up his career but have now thought better of it. When it comes to Fry’s writing how can a review possibly begin to do justice to the way he writes?<br /><br />The book is warm, witty, entertaining, honest, playful etc ad infinitum- you simply have to go and read it. Fry tosses off more clever and breathtakingly beautiful metaphors, analogies, and generally wondrous, lyrical writing in the course of 400-odd pages than, I am sure, some successful writers manage to squeeze out in an entire career:<br />“Sex without smiling is as sickly and base as vodka and tonic without ice.”<br /><br />A few pages in I put the book down and took a moment over one such fine device and thought: “It’s not fair”, but as the story he so brutally and honestly tells of his early years, even when you seemingly have it all, it does not necessarily make for a happy existence:<br />“After one of those squealing, juddering, stomach-dropping false starts with which trains so tactlessly articulate human emotion...”<br /><br />There were passages, where he resorts to quoting greek or some greek tragedy or other arcane intellectual thinking where he lost me but never for long and never completely. I feel slightly more knowedgable, healthily challenged and therefore was able to indulge such opaqueness- after all, who can know everything- apart from seemingly Mr Fry himself?<br /><br />It’s a lovely, shocking, touching and at times heartrending, as well as laugh-out-loud funny book. And at the end of it I ordered Fry’s new autobiography, The Fry Chronicles.<br /><br />Read it and weep with joy, sadness, laughter and wonder.Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-35546605296975017942011-01-05T04:18:00.000-08:002011-01-05T04:36:59.846-08:00Grounding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV46TZGmqRHIg_WIKyAAsTeaE6PoM2PqVcy83iy2gWMBlf2h0cywNKuM3dzli31tvVY-UgMW7Y9TpmCo9uVXNcr1hf2RdpDHb_yMYhM7fhq7-jqmX62oDzOPAEyOkDhzpeBHRkY0RwO4lI/s1600/DSC00147.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV46TZGmqRHIg_WIKyAAsTeaE6PoM2PqVcy83iy2gWMBlf2h0cywNKuM3dzli31tvVY-UgMW7Y9TpmCo9uVXNcr1hf2RdpDHb_yMYhM7fhq7-jqmX62oDzOPAEyOkDhzpeBHRkY0RwO4lI/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558678024294714978" /></a><br />Finally with a sigh of relief<br />Body connects with the earth<br />Roots shoot into the soil<br />Looking for sustenance<br />And providing stability<br />Limitation necessary<br />For growth and creation<br />Bearing fruit is only possible<br />When you stand still<br />“Grow where you are planted”<br />Someone said<br />I remember my feet<br />And hold on to my headLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-59133441227680459882010-12-31T16:19:00.000-08:002010-12-31T16:38:22.990-08:002010 was the year I...walked up and slid down a snow-covered Glastonbury Tor<br />learned that the tombola is not my friend<br />saw the Empire State building through a blizzard as I walked down 5th Avenue, from the Guggenheim to Tiffany's; a snow-covered Central Park on my right.<br />celebrated Sam's 3rd birthday<br />grew a flippin' awesome vegetable patch<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUNhXgIHuWasmJ8GvN9s12UTRTlROZPtlL1noKeA1TAo1pYAWQep7tJL-x6dlwZtvhhyDefRGx0hvZJyZ3MtjvgLcfQ8By1JUD_SMEfuudYv8p6XWEdWZzz_RC5fRxbGXi_kLXZLQD-Sz/s1600/DSCF4237.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUNhXgIHuWasmJ8GvN9s12UTRTlROZPtlL1noKeA1TAo1pYAWQep7tJL-x6dlwZtvhhyDefRGx0hvZJyZ3MtjvgLcfQ8By1JUD_SMEfuudYv8p6XWEdWZzz_RC5fRxbGXi_kLXZLQD-Sz/s320/DSCF4237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557009897460876754" /></a>holidayed in a static caravan<br />threw herbs on a massive Lammas bonfire<br />got straight A's<br />turned 40 and had a blast in Brighton with all the people who I love best<br />was tired like nothing I've ever experienced<br />started playing the ukulele<br />laughed in the face of adversity<br />realised I am tough as old boots<br />gave thanks<br />taught Sam to say "we don't like David Cameron"<br />decided that it's time to forgive myself<br />met some more amazing people who I would like to know better<br />Love, Love, Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-10212796867491895812010-12-31T14:58:00.000-08:002010-12-31T15:07:51.342-08:00I can't be arsed......to trawl through it anymore....<br />I am enjoying my quiet evening in front of truly shite tv<br />About to make my second cocktail<br />With Anodea Judith's excellent book on chakras next me, Wheels of Life<br />Thinking about the coming year and...<br />that's about it really.<br /><br />And- about to write a poem or two.<br /><br />Once this wrist is out of plaster I will get going on the uke again.<br /><br />I've started painting again too. For the first time proper since Sam was born.<br /><br />I realised this year that I am pretty good at a few things - and so <a href="http://tinybuddha.com/blog/the-one-new-years-resolution-that-creates-lasting-change/">if they increase my happiness ratio</a> I'm going to get on and do them.<br /><br />I was always told what I <span style="font-style:italic;">couldn't</span> do and <span style="font-style:italic;">shouldn't</span> do when I was growing up- it's a hard thing to break out of, and very late but I have worked very hard over the last decade to reclaim myself and my creativity, and I won't let it go for anything.<br /><br />Love xxxLucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820039482068026052.post-16644464899934403812010-12-31T14:43:00.000-08:002010-12-31T14:53:52.931-08:00Ten Years AgoI was 29.<br />Had stencilled 'happy 2000' on the front window of the small cottage I lived in, in Bristol, with my fiance, now ex-husband.<br />Was wearing a black suedette stetson, fishnet top and long black full skirt, all covered in sparkles, sort of disco-goth-cowgirl...<br />Had lots of people round for pre-party drinks<br />Went to a party and DJ'd in a very drunken state<br />Had to be escorted home to bed in the early hours<br /><br />It feels like it happened a million years ago on another planet<br /><br />Thank gawd I don't have to do it again.<br /><br />*Time for another champagne cocktail*Lucy Fur Leapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18202434441294577277noreply@blogger.com0