Reibus

September 2017 - Often nowadays I forget to write. I haven't written in any of my blogs for a while, and I haven't written a short story - until now, when I joined a Bachelor of Arts group through OUA and for Griffith University. My major will be "Creative Writing" - if I can do that! This prose is not a short story, but tells how my Pops got me to love reading. From that, I wrote. My grandfather was a reader. He loved books and I became enchanted with them when I discovered his bookshelves hidden behind the huge couch. Before he taught me about his own books, he bought a book each for me and my brother and sisters every birthday and every Christmas. I remember that Enid Blyton's  The Children of the Cherry Farm  (1940) and  The Magic Faraway Tree  (1943) were written before I was born, but I didn't read them until I was a preteen: around 9 or 10. Dymocks' recent book page overview describes  The Magic Faraway Tree  in these words:  "escape from th...

When I was very young war seemed, to me, to be too far away from me. We had a wonderful childhood! But as I grew up it came closer - a lot closer, with many soldiers from ANZAC going to Vietnam. I even went into an anti-Vietnam war protest march in Victoria St, Hamilton NZ, while I was still at school. There were quite a few other students. Not too long after that I joined the NZ Army - I thought I should join to stop war! I was a Corporal when I finally left. I still didn't truly understand war, but at that stage women were not supposed to actually fight on the war front. I have understood, too many years, what war is - and who starts it. Have a read of this poem and see if you really understand, not only the history but today. Listen to music they wrote about war Try and understand words You must know whatever they say They're singing about what occurred They sang about the Holocaust PNG and Vietnam And nuclear bombs which hit Japan And Spain, Korea and Guam Wh...

Finding people who would talk to me and are very close to home is leading me to positive thoughts. I can work against my depression, get back to where I used to be! If you have mental illness and you need support, there are quite a few of mental health websites on Google. I tried to start again, just months along from attempting to finish my life when time went wrong I didn't forgive "them" - they knew what they did - they didn't care about me, I vanished when they got rid Depression took me over, but some people did care became my friends - showed me, look, talk, share I think much better now, examining my future, my life is coming right, I'm starting to feel sure I drop, just occasionally, when things take too long but I can survive, I should know that - I am STRONG... Wish me well, all you who once knew me because I am different, I'm starting to BE!