Turns and Spirals (Un-natural Beings)

My Mind, The Thoughts and Things

Served With a Sparkle a Hint of Rebellion and a Smile.

As I open my laptop to write this on Wednesday 23rd September 2015 google greets me with a surprise. A doodle of the season's harvest and a cheerful squirrel hopping about. I hover over the drawing when it tells me it's the first day of Autumn.

The First Day of Autumn, fall for the four hundred American visitors on here.

anyway that got me thinking, where on earth has this year flown to? It has flown past like thoughts. like the sounds/sentences that go in one ear and out the other.

Things in the near past have been eventful to say the least. I've been to concerts, festivals, school and back home again. To the sea, wild, forest, abandoned schools, pubs and parks. Been on walks with families and fur. Seen brass bands and french markets. Eaten coconut cakes, paella, salads, tried vegan settled for vegetarian, though I'm doing it because of the animals; when it comes to school meals my brain just isn't thinking straight. Like now I suppose.

School; Maths, English and Science
Biology, Chemistry, Physics
Options/ American electives: Philosophy and Ethics, Geography, ICT and Photography.
Pe, Citizenship.

Photography... I'm loving taking the pictures and have progressed so far over the course. The part I'm loving is the creative freedom. Well saying that there is some things we can't to but that's fine. taking pictures is the best part but analysing and editing isn't the best. I do it but I'd much rather go out and take pictures.

I type this at 18:11 listening to Lana del Rey's new album, honeymoon. Listen to it and it's obvious why I'm writing like this. Sat crunched up in bed in my fancy grey coat and burgundy/purple dressing gown, jeans socks and my pearls. Something new I picked up from a retro shop called space, a weighty real pearl necklace and matching earrings. It was an emotional buy let's say. The story goes like this. I found a dress, fell head over heals for it, tried it on curtseyed, bowed took pictures smiled my heart burst out of me and at only £20 i had to call it mine. Got back into my clothes stepped from the changing rooms greeting Father with the biggest simile i have ever remembered. he pulled his nose up at it and replied, "are you sure you like it?" to that I burst... ,"Yes! I Love it, look i'll show you a picture of it" he didn't like what he saw, Mother and my Sister caught a view of it and agreed with him. they didn't even like the shop and found their way outside. The jewelry was below a window. I looked out to see them casually leaning against the crazy tall buildings looking up at me. they signat me so hurry up. i shought no as the window is open, they laugh i clench the pearls heading to the counter. I emptied my purse and stopped myself from thinking about the beauty of a dress i just experienced. a black early 18th century beauty. The master piece flattered me in every possible way. contrasting its neighbor, a 1950's Christian Dior gold structured sleeveless dress and a 1960's gold Chanel masterpiece. Clenching my brain stopping thoughts from the day, let's hope you're satisfied with my story cut short.

Geography is maps,cities and colouring in

English, ugh the tears I have shed for English... many. the highlight of the last academic year. English was my daily best, the daily smile to let these ideas flow to write line lana's album honeymoon especially the song burnt norton - interlude. take a listen I wrote like that, freely and with praise with people who cared, truly there for me. I Loved It! (writing with tears bouncing above my lashes and sliding down my face and at the memories, memories of what I had and will never get back, now in full on silent rivers shaking closed lids it's dark like William and his pieces, William Shakespeare. I am getting like this because........ My teacher the literature hero sharing wisdom and life stories has retired. He is traveling the world, the last days of the year spent giving goodbyes to him. I handed in my book with a letter that read "happy retirement" it stook out of my book, i sweetly handed it over my voice softly let out, " can I hand my book in" how cheeky I know. The room, I sat second row in from the back next to the radiator and up in my glance was a large window displaying a beautiful overgrown area of the school the sun dancing through into some parts letting pretty purple and yellow wild flowers flourish. In front of me a woman, his painting, she came, she was noticed half way through, sitting on a blue cloth in the corner next to what looked like pictures of his grown up children, I never got close enough to see them clearly though. Most teachers say where they were from but English was different he was giving of wisdom and children's stories but not of his life, much. I know of his long hair and late '60's charm, all of this he told me when analysing poems. These poems I am going back on this week and last. It crushes me to do that i was attached and could write pages in that purple book and blue anthology. The charming ending to the year was once again crushed by the fact........ well Sir would write the nicest comments when marking my work constructive yet caring something none of the others did, he obviously saw potential in last years me. He moved me up I thought it was for the best for me to get out of the space I spent all the joy, if i'd gone back I don't know what i'd do, turns out the new teacher took the emotional route at the other end of the school so i'd be safe there out of the class of last year....... Worst of all my books , I handed them in thinking that he might read through it all mark it for the last time pass it on to my new teacher, in the top set and bid his final farewell............ It couldn't be any further than that, I return after the loss of all the joy that kept me going into a new class, I knew no one none of the texts they were studying and the room just wasn't the same. Its strictly techniques and fancy words. An example, my new teacher gave out a homework. Find the definition of literary heritage and contemporary poems. I struggled to find it so I ended up enjoying my evening writing 3 A4 pages explaining what I thought of it and some opinions on the poems. My feedback from the teacher was along the lines of thanks for sharing your opinions but ask me about how much you should write for the homework, basically saying that I had written to much, I think. It's just not the same and what I loved is gone, those pesky tears have found a way out again, I honestly don't like english any more. I'm torn and worn, my joy my english my creative words and little praise has gone so if anyone wants to know why i'm "not myself" or "not in a good mood"...... I'll send them here, I was fragile before, with few peers to start with so when english came filled me up and gave me joy again it was wonderful but now. Now i'm shaking , I can't take it. My joy has gone. Suppose it's just Fully Light now if we are getting literal. Okay I'll pull myself together for next week but let's hope yours is better than this. If I don't think about it then I'm okay, I just thought I'd share this with you.

Big love to you all, (fully light)

Joyfully Light.

Turns and Spirals (Natural Formes)

My Mind, The Thoughts and Things

Served with a sparkle a hint of rebellion and a smile.
(a smile turns out to be irony by the end sorry if thats what you wanted, it didnt come)

As I open my laptop to werite this on Wednesday 23rd September 2015 google greets me with a surprise. A doodle of the seasons harvest and a cheerful sqiwrel hopping about. I hovwer over the drawing when it tells me it's the first day of Autumn.

The First Day of Autumn, fall for the four hundred American visitors on here.

anyway that got me thinking, where on earth has this yoer flown to? It has flown past like thoughts. like the soundse/ sentenses that go in one ear and out the other.

Things in the near past have been evenyful to say the least. Ive been to concerts, dfestivals, scholl and back home again. To the sea, wild, forest, abandoned schools, pubs and parks. Been on walks with families and fue. Seen bress bands ans french markets. Eaten coconut cakes, piella, salads, tryed vegan settled for vegetarian, though im doing ir bwcause of the animals; when it comes to school meals my brain just isnt thinking staight. link now i suppose.

School; Maths English Science
Biology Chemistry Physics
Optiona/ American electives: Philospophy and Ethics, Geography, ICT amd Photography.
Pe Citezenship

Photography... Im loving taking the pictures and have progressed so far over the course. the part im loving is the creative freedom. well saying that there is somr things we cant to but thats fine. taking picutres is the best part but analysing ansd editing isnt the best. i do it but id much rather go out and take pictures.

i type this at 18:11 listening to lana del Rey's new albu, honeymoon. Listen to it and its obvious why im writing like this. sat crunched up in bed in my fancy grey coat and burgandy/purple dressing gown, jeans socks and my pearls. Something new i picked up from a retro shop called space, a weighty real pearl neclave and matching earings. it was an emotional buy lets say. the story goes like this. i found a dress, fell head over heals for it, tryed it on curtseyed, bowed took pictures smiled my hwart burst our of me and at only £20 i had to call it mone. Got back into my clothes stepped from the changing tooms greeting Father with the bifggest simile i have ever remenbered. he pulles his nose up at it and replied, "are you sure you like it?" to that i biurst... ,"Yes! Ilove it, look ill show you a picture iof it" he didnt like what he saw, mother and my sister caught a view of it and agreed with him. they didnt even like the shop and found their way outside. The jewelry was below a windoe. i looked out to see them casually leaning against the crazy tall buildings looking up at me. they signat me so hurry up. i shought no as the window is open, they laugh i cleanch the pearls hedding to the counrer. i emptied my purse and stopped my self from thinking about the beauty of a dress i just experienced. a black early 18th centuary beauty. the master piece flattered me in ever possible way. contrasting its neighbor, a !950's christain dior gold structured sleaveless dress and a 196-'s gold Chanel masterpice. cleanching my brain dtopping thoughts from the day, lrts hope you're satisfied mith my story cut dhort.

geography is maps cities and colouering in

english, ugh the tears i have shead for english... many. the highlight of the last acedemic year. english was my daily best, the daily smilr to let these ideas flow to write line lana's album honeymoon especially the song burnt norton - interlude. take a lidten i wrote like that, freely and with opraise. with people who cared, truly there for me. i Loved It! (writing with tears bouncing above my lashes and sliding down my face and at the memories, memories of what i had and will never get back, now in full on silent rivers shaking closed lids its dark like william and his pieces, william shakespeare. I am getting like this because........ My teacher the literature hero sharing wisdom and life stories has retired. he is traveling the world, ,y last days of the year spent giving goodbyues to him. i handed in my book with a letter that read "happy retirement" it stook out of my book, i sweetly handed it over my vioce softly let out, " can i hand my book in" how cheeky i know. the room, i sat second row in from the back next to the radiator and up in my glance was a large windpw displaying a beautiful oveergrown area of the scchool the sun dancing through into some parts letting pretty purple and yellow wild flowers flourish. in frount of me a woman, his painting, she came, she was noticed half way through, sitting on a blue cloth in the corner next to what looked like pictures of his grown up children, most teachers say where they were from but english was different he was giving of wisdom and children's stories but not of his life, much, i know of his long hair and late '60's charm all of this he told me when analysing poems. these poems i am going back on this week and last. it crushes me to do that i was atatched and could write pages in that purple book and blue anthology. The charming ending to the year was once again crushed my the fact........ well Sir would write the nicest comments when marking my work constructive yet caring something none of the others did, he obviously say potential in last years me. he moved me up i thought it was for the best for me to get out of the space i spent all the joy, if id gone back i dont know what id do, turns out the new teacher took the emotional route at the other end of tje school so id be safe there out of the class of last year. ,,,,......... worst of all my books , i handed them in thinking that he might read throught it all mark it for the last time pass it on to my new teacher, in the top set and bid his final farewell............ it couldnt be any further than that, i return after the loss of all the joy that kept me going into a new class, i knew no one none of the texts they were studying and the room just wasnt the same. its strictly techniques and fancy words. an example, my new teacher gave out a homework. find the definition of literary heritage and contempary poems. i struggled to find it so i ended up enjoying my evening writing 3 a4 pages explaining wahat i thought of it and some opinions on the poems. my feedback from the teacher was along the lines of thanks for sharing your opinions but ask me about how much you should write for the homework, basically saying id written to much, i think. its just not the same and what i loved is gone, those pesky tears have found a way out again, i honestly dont like english any more. im torn and worn my joy my english my creative words and little praise has gone so if anyone wants to know why im "not myself" or "not in a good mood"...... i'll send them here, i was fragile with few peers to start with so when english came filled me up and gave me joy again it was wonderful but now. now im shaking , i cant tske it. my joy has gonr. suppose its just fully light now if we are getting litral. okay ill pull myself together for next week but lets hope yours is better than this.

Big love to you all, (fully light)

Joyfully Light.

Sunday's Blog Post

This week's post is something like my last writing one. This time I'm mixing it up a bit and am giving you two. The first at 8:00 am and the second one at 2:30 in the afternoon. The morning's post will be un edited with errors. In The afternoon a fresh clean and corrected copy.

That's all I'm leaving you with for now so have a good week and enjoy the suspense,
Joyfully Light

Definitely Mightbe

Oasis, Definitely Mightbe, Tribute Band

To celebrate my new found love for the band Oasis and the 20th anniversary of, "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?" being released; Dad and I went to see a Definitely Mightbe concert.

This was a great thing to do, not only because the were brilliant and that both Dad and I really wanted to see Oasis but never did. It was because that Monday we had just gone back to school! So knowing that I was going to see one of my favourite bands ,tribute act, live at the end of the week was great.

I found out that they were performing after looking online at the local concert venue and ringing Dad, whilst he was at work screaming with excitement. It was only just tonight on the 25th August that we booked tickets so lets hope for as near as the front as we can. Though if that just isn't on the cards then no worries, my camera has an excellent zoom as you found out from Carfest last month.

They performed the whole, "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?" album and a second full set of greatest hits. That is what I'm most excited for as I don't know the whole album, but let's not make that get us down or enjoy it any less. Remember the music at Carfest I didn't know much of it and still managed to have a great time. I even came back from a shopping trip with two of the vinyl's from the festival. But bad news, my Texas album doesn't work despite taking it back, twice! Hopefully we can get my money back and maybe get some of the Oasis vinyl's, that would be lovely. I ended up getting the money back so let's see what the next shopping trip is like.

After they had played the whole, "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?" album there was a break for half an hour. I spent this time taking pictures of the venue and saving our front row space. We were directly in front of the speakers so we could feel the music beating against us. My camera's microphone might not be the best for concerts because it makes a loud clicking noise in the video when the sound is too loud. That's something I always forget when I film these video's but out of all the songs I managed to find one that was acceptable. Champagne Supernova.

When they came back on they played a few of the hits together. Once they had finished the guitarist was the only person left on stage, he sung the slower songs with an acoustic guitar and a spotlight on him. Looking back on the loud noise filming situation this would have been a good time to film the band as it was a quieter but the songs weren't as good as the song with the full group.

The show finished with an encore of Cigarettes and Alcohol, my favourite song, it was great and none of us wanted it to end. We walked back to the car at quarter to eleven, Dad parked in a multi-story car park with large windows up the stairs and a gap in the wall to look out of next to the car. It was a great night topped with great food and views.

Who you you want to see live?

Joyfully Light

Oh What to Do, What to Do Later On.

A great question with so many possibilities.

Second day of year 11 and its hit me already, what will I do when I'm out? I have to stay in education till I'm 18 options are a level, apprentice or college. Within and after that there are a lot of options.

I don't know what I want to do what I leave school. 

I thought I wanted to be a chef or something to do with food, I was really passionate about it. That was up until work experience when I was supposed to spend all day, from 9 till 5 with a fifteen minute lunch break, in a hot and busy kitchen. I lasted 1 and a half days cried in the staff room and didn't go back.

The next day I went back to school and finished my work experience with the librarian. That was fun but repetitive, not extremely creative an couldn't see myself doing that for years rest of my life. I'd be scanning the books and tidying them, instead of writing and reading them which is what I would much rather be doing.

I like blogging I could do that. 

I like taking pictures, I could be a photographer try to be different but would most probably end up doing what others do. Have fun with all the genres/types of photography, from inspirational photojournalism traveling the world photographing and videoing the good news; to doing portraits with gorgeous models, friends, family and celebrities, befriending them first so that I could capture their personality and build up a good report.

I like English, I could write a book, a fun one though with drawings pictures and mistakes. I'd write two one like that and a better well written one to show my skill, if I felt like it. Get myself a creative space with saved up money from jobs that isn't my career, my main way in life, or just a few rooms of the family home, who knows.

I could paint. I'm not the best at it but it's fun. If I taught art, no I might not my teachers obviously had a passion for the subject and if so why were they teaching it to uninterested teenagers. Why were they not persisting art as their careers? Who knows I could do that, maybe.

I could cook, though not in a restaurant my work experience totally put me off. If I did it wouldn't be too busy, I'd make enough money to make my way but it would be nice, cosy and warm. It would make you smile weather you wanted to come in sit for hours alone to think or with friends to drink. Who knows I could do that.

What ever happens I could be a poet secretly as this I suppose has turned into one. Sit and write out my thoughts for the world to see. That would be nice.

Anyhow I will do what I want when I feel like it, without breaking any rules -serious ones- little one like one way corridors and grammar, oh how they were made to be broken by those who, wanted too. No matter what I do and hope for you, and I, to be happy.

What will you do?

Joyfully Light

Into the Wild

Our Secret Hideaway | Center Parcs | The Annual Adventure

I'm writing this on Sunday and today we have 14 days/ 2 weeks until we go away. Ever since we were born we have been going to Center Parcs. Our parents even went with Grandma when they were dating, but technically the first time Kate and I went was many moons ago when Mum was due to have us. 

We have been with them when we were little, cute and blonde. Back then we had to wear orange jackets to help us float/swim in the pool and will have been pulled around by Mum and Dad in the back of there bike, sat in a small tent like seat with blankets and fluffy coats to keep us warm. At this age we would go with our Auntie, Uncle, Grandma, Grandad and Cousins the whole lot of us from Dad's side.

We went when we were older, less cute and not blonde anymore. Definitely older so we could go on the activities with Mum and Dad like tree trekking, climbing through an assault course in the trees, that has now become one of the annual traditions, like night swims and forgetting the goggles. Other activities we could now do well but still not great was pottery painting. As we got older so did the family we used to bring so rather than all of them came just our Grandparents. Later on our Family friends came with us, once we even got a large four bedroom villa for all of us to stay in. The year before that they came to Center Parcs and surprised us for our birthday.

Two years ago we started a new tradition for the holiday. Kate and I made lunch for the four of us. That first year it started with a chicken salad and a french stick/baguette as we call it and some ice-cream in the sun, but despite our best efforts I think they were hoping for a bit more, something better. So the next year we stepped it up a notch with dinner, not too over the top though, a tasty pasta dish with a tomato sauce and mushrooms and for pudding it was pieces of chocolate and vanilla fudge from the Parc Market.

Center Parcs has everything for an outdoorsy holiday: a beach, lake watersports, bike trails, giant outdoor board games like connect four and drifters, the best pool I have ever been to with an even better outdoor pool, rapids and freezing plunge pool. If you go late summer or at the end of the six weeks holiday, beginning of September time then the sun will be shining all day. A perfect way to enjoy the ice-cream they have there, the main brand they sell in the restaurants and just around the parc is movenpick. Its the best ice-cream I have ever had. In the classic vanilla, strawberry and chocolate flavours as well as fancy ones like creme brulee and bubblegum. Mmmmmm.

Swimming and cycling take us the vast majority of our stay because, lets be real, the only time I go swimming or go on a bike ride is at Center Parcs. Come rain or shine we are there either in the pool or cycling to the pool. For the times that we are not swimming we are either swinging across the trees, sipping our way through strawberries and cream frappuccinos at Starbucks,playing air-hockey, laughing, pretending celebrities are here in the pool like Harry Styles and Little Mix when really they are just strangers enjoying their holidays too, rock climbing, not even thinking about what I'm eating because we will swim/cycle/kayak/run/hop/skip/jump it off, eating roast chicken salads with french sticks, playing crazy golf, splashing in the lake after falling out of our kayaks, sleeping, scanning the fancy locks for the villa's and lockers or soaking up the sun.

Center Parcs is the best place to escape to for a week, it flies by and is jam packed full of smiles. If you ever go or have been in the past you know the feeling of the first day knowing you have so much fun ahead. Oh and they journey home is not something that we want coming anytime soon. Although if you don't go home you can't come back.

Not long now because at the beginning September you, Center Parcs will be home to Me. (Kate, Mum and Dad too) As you are reading this we are on our way home from Center Parcs.

Enjoy the rest of your holidays, have you ever been to Center Parcs?

Joyfully Light