I just finished Kate Atkinson's -Behind the scenes at the museum- yesterday, thats when i realised that just because parents stay together, it does'nt mean they are a happy family, and thats why i ran away to sea. There now its in the open (of my own mind) maybe i'll be able to deal with it better.

MY BOTTOM LINE

You are the bottom line, my love, the net
that catches me each time I take a leap
toward an absolute that isn't there
but appears dispersed in the relative:
warm supper waiting when I get in late,
my folded long johns on the laundry stack,
the covers on my side turned sweetly down
when I finally head upstairs from work
that couldn't wait till morning, the love note
tucked in my suitcase for my night away.

It says the obvious, the old cliches
I wouldn't want my friends to know we use
for love. And god forbid my enemies
should get hold of these endearments,
so banal, I would lose my readers' trust
if someone published them under my name.
But still as I write mine (with smiley face)
and slip it under the pillow on your side,
or when I read yours in a hotel room
I feel more moved than by a Rilke poem
or a Tolstoy novel or a Shakespeare play.
My love grows stronger with the tried and true
if it comes from you. More and more as we age
and the golden boys peer out of the magazines
with their sultry looks and their arched brows,
I'm so relieved I'm not an ingenue
searching for you at parties, singles bars.
I have you, waving when my plane gets in,
curling your body in the shape of mine,
my love, my number one, my bottom line.

Julia Alvarez, The Woman I Kept To Myself

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Thanks super invisible girl:)

I have discovered 20th century Japanese prints, or they have discovered me, either way I am in love,

Kawase Hasui's 'Snow at Zozoji temple'

Yesterday after shiftchange birthday girl took herself off to the gym straight away and completed a record 32 K on the easy cycle Hurray!!!.Then she went to the sauna with mr Siberia.

One of her major birthday resolutions was to clean up her cabin, but she decided to take the gutiar out to the forecastle deck for a short while instead after the sauna and luxurious (10 minutes instead of 5) shower... She had an hour before she had to go to bed anyway, so what would 10 minutes matter right ??..........WRONG.

The nightsky was a sparkling glittering wonderland... like someone had poured diamonds down the middle of the rich black velvet of the universe. And out there in the prow I felt so small.... and so powerfully alive at the same time! It was just me and nature, in all her glory, one on one. I felt a part of everything around me, and for ONCE i didnt look for the north star... I'd taken the guitar with me, and it sounded like a choir of angels (ok so now im totally faffing- but the guitar did sound special, but i suspect it was the ambiance that did it)

End result is that My cabin is still a disaster zone, but i slept dreamlessly for the first time in a long long while.

Sometimes I have these moments of brilliant clarity, starkly opposed to my normal foggy-happy existance, thing is they ALWAYS happen when there is absolutely no possibility of jotting my crystalline thoughts down.

I know someone who's great with beginnings,
stories and poems and all kinds of thingummings.
She loves to write,
but try as she might,
her problems always lie in the endings