The blog is my neglected third child. I don’t mean to be a terrible blog mummy any more than I ever mean to be a rubbish parent to my children.
But really I have no words.
I truly understand the phrase ‘words fail me’. It doesn’t just mean I am silent but that words have let me down. They no longer come, they no longer work. I can no longer use them to explain the world or describe my feelings.
I have no words of patience for the children or answers to their endless questions.
I have no words to put in my characters’ mouths or to make small talk at the school gate.
When I see a tower burning because some people’s lives seem to matter more than others, I am mute.
When a government gets votes despite failing the majority, the only words that come are unrepeatable.
When a PM with a vanishing mandate props up her party with money stolen from nurses and firefighters I am robbed of a voice.
So I am hiding in things that require no words from me. I run. I knit. I listen to the words of others who see the world the way I do, through songs and social media. (Spotify is my new soul mate).
Hopefully I’ll be back to my normal garrulous self one day. In the meantime you can always hang out with me on Facebook where I’m trying to kickstart Knitty Cats again.
After all, what can you do when the world smothers your words but express yourself in any way you can?
Time to knit.