The Spin of the Ball

Coping with Loss: He-Man was a cartoon and a series of action figures in the 80’s. I loved it. I lost two of my figurines in tragic circumstances. Skeletor got sucked down the drain. I remember grasping helplessly at his bright blue form as he swirled into the void. Mosquitor was the other figure. His stomach would fill up with blood if you pressed a button on his back. I loved him. I lost him at Healesville Sanctuary. We searched for a while. I don’t think I cried but deep down I knew it was a big loss. It was the kind of thing you write a blog about much later in life.

As usual, it reminds me of my ex-girlfriends. Were they my favourites only because I lost them? If they were still in my world would I take them for granted? Would I let the connection fade? If I truly loved Mosquitor, would I not have held on tighter?

Holding On: I’ve heard it said that life is a stream that you float down. Sometimes it’s calm, sometimes there are rapids, but you keep flowing down it. Until you hold on to something, like a branch or a rock. Suddenly you are uncomfortable. Your hand hurts from the holding, the water is splashing all over. Eventually you let go and wonder why you were holding on. I’m holding on to some things and some ones. Now that I’ve written this down I think it’s time to let go. See you at the end of the stream.

Arts & Crafts: I learned very late that you must mean what you sing. You must understand the words and they must mean something to you. When I was having lessons, I just wanted to make noise. Efficient, beautiful (?) noise. I was learning the craft. I may as well have been making a shoe. Interesting to watch at first but not for two hours. I think people want art from a singer. They want to feel something from the beyond. I sing for fun now and I’ve left some below. Let me know if I’ve made a shoe.