The Gladiator walks into the arena amidst the baying crowds. The crowd is whipped into a frenzy, screaming, spitting, gums bearing, whilst obscenities litter the air. After what seemed like an hour, the commotion subsides, the Gladiator although standing tall, has a slight wilt to his frame. He is defiant, yet already somehow he is wounded, maybe a stray stone, maybe just by the constant verbal assault from the crowd.
After a short while, there is silence, clouds pass over the sun and the slight breeze has become stronger to almost gale force then all is still. The trap door containing the Lion opens and it strides out with purpose. Sweat dripping from the Gladiators brow drips into his eyes blinding him temporarily; it’s at this moment the Lion pounces. One strike and the Gladiator is mauled, he falls to the ground and the Lion stands triumphant. It is all over very quickly, just as it begun.
Do you remember that advert circa 1990’s? It was the advert where numerous characters talked about their aspirations, using the simple sentence ‘I want to be…’ One of the individuals proclaimed ‘I want to be a treeeeee’! . I remember as a teenager we would all say that line in class which would result in us erupting into laughter. As funny as it was at the time; was wanting to become a tree really that farfetched? I mean what was exactly wrong with the guys aspirations? We all have to be something right?.
Well how do I start this, I guess you may be surprised that I am writing you a letter. I just wanted to write a little note to you, maybe some encouragement? I guess I just wanted to help.
I cannot stop you from making your life decisions, they will make you the woman you become some 21 years later, I just want to encourage. I think it maybe somewhat awkward talking to you like this, I mean you don’t even know me but in a weird way you do. I have been wanting to do this for a while, but time, being busy, looking after a child, and keeping a home, yeah you read that right, you can now take your mouth off the floor.
I have always been fiercely protective of my son, it goes without saying really, he is part of my being, therefore I will protect him. Call me ‘The Lioness’, ‘Mama bear’, or ‘Mum’ I am a warrior for him..ok I have finished the gladiator rhetoric let me explain. Continue reading “Mama Bear”
This is just a quickie! Just to talk about what will be going on with the blog.
WELL it will still continue in much the same format, I have to say in the beginning I wasn’t sure what avenue I wanted to take , I mean there are millions of blogs online with similar content.
I just thought I need to be me and the rest would follow.. So I did and in the process I have had some amazing feedback which I am VERY grateful for x
In addition I bit the bullet and decided to send some work off last year. I was truly shocked that the pieces were published for The online magazine Eeveelife.co.uk (I will put the links up to my stuff down below) I am so so so grateful for this opportunity and to God.
Anyway thats enough of the crazy ramblings, actually it’s not and I will probably write a whole lot more!
For the last six years I have driven to work, however due to a location change I recently started taking Public Transport namely the London Underground, affectionately known as the ‘The Tube’. Oh the joy I felt not having to deal with Traffic, Pollution, and 4x4s. Friends warned me of the horrors that lurked beneath but alas I did not heed, I was just excited about not having to honk my horn in the mornings and enjoy a ‘relatively’ stress free journey to work. A lamb to the slaughter I tell you, A LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER. It is not the Journey but the passengers that caused the most shock, amusement, and empathy.
Earth from Space where we live together… as one Human Body.
The other day I watched my Son approach another little boy and ask if he could play with him. The other child was a little shy, my Son was pretty persuasive to the point the ice was broken and they played a very excitable game of ‘Hide and Seek’