While in the confines of a class in hues of grey
Surviving Cultural Literacy the evening past
The cute Professor
With persona of Willy Wonka by Johnny Depp
Failed to retain my attention
Because I was hungry
From several weeks skinnier

A cloud of misty thoughts
Randomly alternating in my mind (involving food no less!)
Oh that gorgeous pub we stumbled upon
That perfect summer night in Edinburgh

Where mussels and fries

Steak and ale pie

Oooo Sticky toffee pudding

All on the menu...FOR ME! ME! ME!

 

 

I but glanced at the selection
and proclaimed a resounding YES!

To be coupled of course with pint worthy brew

   

Blessed glorious beautiful pints of brew!



I had crossed the border with a kid lawyer sister
And one bona-fide McDermid in tow
Companions for the weekend




Sylvan Idyll (New likey word in my vocabulary...)



  The food that night I say again, intoxicatingly awesome

 


The walk 'home' so surreal



 

 

Edinburgh is crazy beautiful



Kinda like Rome meets Paris Meets Princess Diaries' Castle on a hill

 



Steeples, Churches, Kilts
 
 


Gotta love em men in Kilts
Cue movie in my mind
Starring William Wallace

 

Ah...words fail me
But pictures from Kid Lawyer's camera don't
They bid me say no more
(OK so Wallace above was not captured by our camera)
Hush and come see what I see
Edinburgh the good
The very, very good!

Not quite Scotland yet, but Keswick...close enough...

 

And how did I digress from the confines of my class to Edinburgh, to Wallace to Keswick?

 

Oh I don't know...perhaps the soul wanders...in search of food, old world charm and green open spaces.

It is after all the most natural thing to do...is it not?

All credit goes to Kid-Lawyer-Sister-photo-taker extraordinaire. Love ya to bits Squirt!
 

So

I write and write
And then continue to write a blog?
Why the need to write
And what's with all the writing?

As it is
I'm back at school
Studying nights
Working days
Scholarship it is
Doing well I am
Top of the class
Top of the school
Yet never quite
On top of it

Writing
Academic essays
Scare me

Not being able to
Write
Scares me

Feeling scared
Messes with my head
And drives me to
Write
So at least
Some thoughts are
Released
From the confines of
The head
And transferred
Into something
Tangible
More manageable
Somewhat

At work I write
Emails, letters, recommendations
I'm good at it
I know I am
They know I am

For school, I wrote
That dreaded English paper
Titled "The Pain of Separation"
To include
Some literature review
Based on
Tobias Wolff's
Writings
Odd title, odd paper,
Difficult!
But dealt with
Relieved to hear
"It's astonishingly well written"
Says he

Next
Just waiting to be written
Is this painful journal
On all things New Zealand
Having explored
Topography, Terrain
Population, Migration
Physical to human
Cradle to grave
Working on it
While trying hard
Not to get worked up
Over it
Dead to New Zealand
Too soon
Amen

At home I write
For pleasure derived from pain
To make sense of madness
And to reason that
Life is still
Worth writing about

Therefore I write
Because I need
To find closure
To remember
To forget
And then I'll be
Done...
Definitely maybe
But STOP
I won't
Until
Death becomes her
And
She becomes history
History becomes a book
Written by none other
Than Her