Anais Nin, Marco Polo, Frida Kahlo & Me

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I knew that it would happen, but would you believe, after last night's poetry workshop using Journals as our theme here I am not keeping up with my own journal. The distraction has been the new website, but hopefully, that's put aside for a while to be proofread by someone with a better command of the English language than my good self.

And of course, we have had a small fall of snow, which looks good even at five o'clock in the morning which is when my first stretch of sleep ended. I am certainly doing ok on the dream count at the moment, three today, and three yesterday, and today's included the very distinctive voice of a colleague and friend from thirty years ago; where are you now Pat Laming.


Frida Kahlo was one of the images which we used as an inspiration to write a poem about journeys that we might have described in our own journals. We also talked about why we started journals, and why they often came to a close.

Am I hitting the right note with this journal? Do I need to be clearer to myself about where my frustration takes me when I can't manage to get apparently simple software to do as I wish. Anyway, the website is up, at www.christophersanderson.net, feel free to spot and let me know of any misdemeanours.

Frida and Eva

Your world: Literature
Her world: Millworker
Your claim: To weave a web of connection
Her claim: To keep the bobbins spinning

What did you have in common
Well, soul and spirit for one thing
You both fought life, long and hard
But now you are both out of my life

Except that it is with thoughts of you
That these words spring to the surface
That your memory resounds
On a quiet Tuesday evening

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