Posted in Reviews

The month of July

Today I thought I’d review my first month taking this blog seriously. The month of July saw me organising a schedule for my posts and this is the third week in a row that I fulfill this schedule, which is an achievement. I have started the blog just over a year ago, full of ideas and enthusiasm. However, the last twelve months were not easy for me, with my parents’ health, my studies, trying to organise a wedding. It has been a little chaotic – to put it lightly.

So, this Summer started with my fun Hen do in the Algarve at the end of May. The weeks coming up to it saw me running like crazy, spending long periods at the library in the university, trying to cramp up the work of a whole semester into some four or five weeks, including a job and family and house commitments. There was no way I could have succeeded, and from the beginning, I was a fool to think I was in with the slightest of the chances. But, I guess I had to try and I gave it my best shot. At least I managed to complete my creative project and reflective commentary and I got part of my dissertation done. It is something! However, a moment of realisation came when I knew I would not be able to graduate this Summer with all the workload I still had to do and I thought I’d better go back and do it all over again. I won’t be able to repeat the modules I have completed again, but there is a chance I can go back to do the ones I have not submitted any work for and I have written to the course leaders to ask for that opportunity. I am still waiting to hear from them, but I’m hopeful!

Therefore, I decided to dedicate my time to the blog and make it the best I can. So in these last three weeks, I have posted three poems from my mental health collection; “Mask” on 17th July, “Guilt” on 24th July and “Grief” this week on 31st July. These three poems have been workshopped and edited many times and are very close to my heart because they refer to very personal and intimate experiences. I feel very proud for having shared them here on my blog and I hope that they can reach others who have gone through similar emotions and help them feel less isolated, this is the reason why I wrote them in the first place. So far I have mainly opened up about my struggles with mental health because recently that old friend has come to visit again. Pretty soon I hope I’ll start writing about how true friends, family, hope and will power have helped to come a long way since the moment it all started.

I also shared three different quotes with related photo collages. This is the fun part for me to find inspirational quotes and photos that relate to them. I wrote about the English language and I am finding it fun to explore a different word each week. I intend to explore more serious grammatical issues in the future, maybe when I am more settled into this new habit of writing regularly.

In these three weeks, I had a go at translating a Portuguese poem by Fernando Pessoa into English and I shared section one of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” last week. It was only a cheeky dip into two of my favourite and inspirational poets, more to follow on them.

In conclusion, I would say the month of July has been like a sneak preview of what’s to come. The posts have not been too long and the themes approached could have been developed in more depth, but that will come in due course, slowly but surely!

Thanks for reading xxx

 

Posted in Language

Word of the Day

Edacious

Having just watched a couple of episodes of Friends, I decide to chose the word edacious for this week’s word of the day. No prizes for guessing which character inspired me to chose an adjective related to eating and meaning a huge appetite. This word descends from the Latin edax, relating to the Latin verb edere, which means to eat.  The adjective edible has its origin here too. Latin poet Ovid’s famous quote: “Tempus edax rerum”, translates into “Time, the devourer of all things.” Thomas Carlyle, the Scottish historian and essayist also used it referring to Time in “swallowed in the depths of edacious Time”.

Synonyms: voracious, insatiable, ravenous.

 

Posted in My Planet, Poetry

Grief

The story behind the poem I posted this week ‘Grief’, refers to the worst type of grief – or one of the worst – the loss of a child. No human being is programmed to outlive a child and this kind of loss is against nature. When I got pregnant, it wasn’t planned and the timing was so wrong; the relationship I had with her father was wrong, everything was wrong and at first, I was terribly disappointed in myself, angry even. It was a dark period of my life. Besides, I had a daughter and a son that was enough for me, they were all I ever wanted and I felt complete in our little family.

However, as the pregnancy progressed I started to love the baby very much and I was really looking forward to meeting her. She was a girl and I called her Sara. Everyone was looking forward to meeting her. At week twenty-two I woke up in the morning covered in blood and when I went to the hospital, they took me in and put me on bed rest, I was losing risk and the baby was at risk of being born prematurely; which wasn’t good at that stage of the pregnancy.

But after two weeks the liquid was very little for the baby and she had to come out only at twenty-three weeks and a half. She was so tiny but so perfect and still so vulnerable. She only lived three days, she would have been sixteen years old now and I think of her every single day.