Red Sails…. Red Clouds… Red Roofs….Red Leaves….

Red Words…. Passion is red… I think..it must be… it burns me..

I dream of red sand…. of a trailer in the desert in New Mexico…. of running away….just for the sake of doing it, the adrenalin, the escape from the mundanity of another Monday…. a Monday thats not a holiday…

or maybe a street full of puddles in Dublin at twilight….I can almost smell the dampness in the air… I think I dream about those puddles…

I need to run away……

I always found for me that this time of day is the best for tapping into my creative energy. To try and make the most of this, I start something, poetry, developing photo’s, whatever, and then go with it for as long as possible without letting my left brain kick in. This means I don’t do anything that requires being logical, I try not to answer the phone etc, because once I have to employ too much of the other side of the brain, I tend to lose focus.  My mind is kind of on this little cloud space!  I do sometimes do this during the day too… especially on car journeys when I am not driving. Oh and I tend to stay in my PJ’s… but that’s just an excuse.. pyjamas are my very favourite kind of clothing.

Talking of which, I am thinking of getting rid of all my clothes except pyjama’s….. then I will have a good reason to wear them everywhere..

The talk was mainly based around how poetry has changed, and moved from the traditional forms… and some people believe this is a bad thing… I am not one of them…

I love poetry.. I love words… I love people’s ability to use words to move me emotionally… or to convey something, better even than a photograph…and I don’t care what form those words are in, if they work.  I am excited that so many people today want to write, and that the internet has given them an outlet to express themselves… I am especially grateful to the poets of today… because you move me….. and you are keeping the art alive and encouraging others..

Ok blogging sorted, onto my current very surprising passion….

The other day, I was asked by a friend if I wanted to go for a spin on his bike, *ahem*…. the last time I went on a bike was 20 years ago, since then I have become terrified of the things! When I became a mother I started to get all kinds of fears I had never had before, heights, flying, motorways, motorbikes..!! I guess I just don’t wanna die!! My sister is a biker and loves them, but neither she, nor any of the many friends I have known with bikes have managed to get me on one.

So, at first, I sort of tried to wimp out, mentioned my fear etc, but gee, I have done scarier things.. and  So I went…!  I trusted my mate, and his reassurance that it would all be ok… which goes a long way towards making you feel safe, bit also I have gotten to a point in my life, where I am opening up to new things… it rocks!

The experience started with me being told off for my inappropriate dress, but that was soon rectified.. then I had to learn what order to dress in.. kinda hard to do up your jacket when you have already put your lid and gloves on!! Soon we were on the road though, and within 10 minutes I was totally in love with the whole experience!! I cannot believe it, that I have missed this all these years, especially in a country as beautiful as New Zealand! You feel so much part of everything, the colours and air and smells..wow! Its just exhilarating…. of course I don’t need to tell any bikers this.. you know it all already! I even loved the speed and wanted to go faster and faster!! I am totally addicted, I love feeling muscles you haven’t used for ages, even my bony bum being a bit bruised was worth it!!! I just want more and more and more!! I am so thankful  for this experience, and wow…. that it must have been offered at the perfect timing in my journey! Here’s the beautiful bike, a Triumph Daytona… looks just like a bug viewed from the front with the mirrors like little feelers….

There ya go… yet another passion to add to my collection… don’t ya just love the surprises life throws at you when you very least expect it…