Spin your sorrow into strength
Weave new words of wisdom
From your free-spun mind
Deny spider thoughts at length
A lost control decision
Loosened the threads that bind
Put back together the unravelled
With stories around the campfire
And a beaten-up guitar
A quadrille (44 words) for dVerse Quadrille #207 – spin and first line inspired and paraphrased from this poem ‘Losing my grip’ by Carol Anne
Today I’m feeling:
A little tired and still with a croaky throat. I don’t feel as sick as I did at the beginning of the week, though. I didn’t sleep so well as my hips were aching again. If it’s not my neck, then it’s my hips!
Maybe I’ve been lying down too much this week, though and need to get back to moving again.
Health:
Physical: 7
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
Receiving some of the things I ordered online today. Cat food, granola and kratom.
The best thing about today was:
I was happy to find out today that Amy’s health check turned out well. I should get mine done, too; they have a special price deal until the end of the year.
Also for receiving an overseas vinyl order, plus possible distro to Germany and Japan. I need to get back into my room and packing stuff to ship.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
The plan was to go to Big C after running Amy around at the hospital so that I could get some more Duocets at the pharmacy there, but the doctor wasn’t due there for another three hours.
They told me that he’ll be there all day tomorrow, though, so at least I can pick them up then. I’m down to the last one.
Something I learned today?
Big C is stocking the yoghurt I like now, so if Makro runs out, I can try there too.


Love the phrase “free-spun mind”!
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I found it from searching for phrases using spin/spun, and that kinda triggered the rest of the words. Thanks! Glad you dig it.
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EXCELLENT rhyme and rhythm here! So good.
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Thank you very much WG! 🙏
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This personal call to attention is great and after the effort of containing spider thoughts and spinning strength from sorrow, Shaun – a chillout around the camp fire sounds just the ticket…
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Sharing is caring! 🙏
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I concur, I particularly love the image of the campfire – the vulnerable moment, the living through.
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Live a bit, and then some more. 😁
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Yes indeed.
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There was a theory that Degas was Jack the Ripper! I saw his works at the national gallery in Canberra one time. They all seemed very dark in tone.
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Ah no – It has been a mess – but I think the gremlins are running 🙂 Apologies
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