The Thinking Wells Keeper And as he dwelled and delved deeper Inside the walls of the thinking well's keeper He begged as he lost his tred Nail marks scraped, as his resistance began to fade, further into the darkness, realising his fate fast paced, sealed with a deafening squeal, he had missed his chance to chose his last meal And now, as there is nothing left, he submits to his death, as he accepts the end of his living #life's test. ©Terri-Ann Sherwood 2013

Solace So..I couldn't sleep last night so me and cookie have been early sunday morning walking. Currently we have found solace at a beautiful spot overlooking a pond with ducks and mini jetty's and old men fishing. Cookie is growling at every dog that walks by like she rules the land! It's a real nice thinking spot. Took us 40mins to get here but I could sit here all day!... There's something beautiful about the fresh, cool morning air...the sound of the birds, watching the ducks as they glide effortlessly on the surface of the murky water, as if to trick any onlooker into believing that image of calm they project...oblivious to the chaotic movement of their webbed feet frantically paddling beneath them!...

Carers Perspective -Functional Neurological Disorder - (FND) F rightening how fast these functional symptoms came on U nder a microscope of assumptions she was flung N o information given on how to get better C an't say how long she'll be under the weather T remors are debilitating, to say the least I have to watch the one I love accept her defeat O n good days I see, that familiar smile in her eyes N othing can take that away and that's forever my prize! A lways and forever, in sickness and in health L ove is the cure, our only true needed wealth N eurology is vast, professionals don't seem to have a clue E ndless seizures I watch, willing her to pull through U nderlying pain, an everyday battle R eliant on so many tablets, she's starting to rattle! O n bad days I feel, the weight of her pain and frustration L et's see how many people have heard of FND all through the nation? O bserving her day and night, 24/7, guarding her night terrors becomes my obsession G ritting her teeth with pain, yet a smile she keeps, though a sufferer she is I nspirational to say the least, so grateful the support, of which she now has heaps! C haos forever in her mind, therefore in busy places she needs time A nother day to conquer, another mountain to climb L abelled with this thing and sent on her way, left to do her own research and hope to see a better day D isabled by this disorder, she has had to become so reliant I ntact she tries to keep her spirits, whilst facing this giant! S ometimes she feels like its time to give in O rdeals she faces daily are so hard to take on the chin R aising awareness is helping her now, to focus on the good D ancing was her passion, now do anything to help others she would E agerly hoping to raise greatly appreciated awareness for R esearch needed to help sufferers worldwide re-open #life's doors!. http://www.facebook.com/JessicaSherwoodFndSufferer

Fallen Angel Fallen Angel It’s like watching that very moment an Angel loses her precious wings. The light rays catch each individual strand of her soft blonde hair, reflecting her beauty as she falls motionlessly towards the cold, dark magnetic earth that opens up beneath, eagerly awaiting her capture. All alone she travels at the speed of demons to another dimension she never knew existed until that slap in the face moment of realization only seconds before, up in the sky where #life gleamed so brightly. You watch intently as her head jolts back, her squinted gaze fixed on the glorious heat of the suns inferno as raging fire reflects in her eyes. The suspense alone threatens your very own existence, multiple sounds of heckles circle you, spinning around your head, as the terror of the unknown darkness below takes over, grabbing and pulling you down with such speed and force, until the light from above disappears from your eyes. Reluctantly, and forever, to the infinite night you surrender.

Coffee Shop Blues #life #observe I sit in the corner, like a moving mannequin in the window of #life. To my right the intense colony of people rushes by in every speed and direction, going about their lives. ‘Yummy mummies’ out in force!, ‘ladies what lunch’, shop workers, business men and women all scurrying about trying to get here and there without slowing down to notice the colour of the walls. The forever increasing number of elderly men and women sat on the benches in the middle, like a heavy stone perched in the centre of the wild current of a river, whilst young #life trickles around them on opposite sides of ever changing tides. To my left people sit as they rest in the pit stop of #life. An old couple, man and woman, sit still staring into space, not interacting, not looking into each other’s eyes the way they once did when love was youthful and ablaze, when their souls were intently grabbing out for each other. Now, they have nothing left to say to one another except maybe comment on the cold weather creeping in, and how they must hurry back home to feed the dog!. I imagine what it must be like to live in a world so fast paced, yet for you, everything has worryingly slowed down. And then there is the opposite end of the spectrum. Young #life! Newborns. Everywhere I look there is a pushchair; young couples out with their babies, single mums sat drinking coffee with their own mothers – three generations bound together by love, one, two, three. It’s a beautiful thing! And as I sit there, observing, a small ache in the pit of my stomach tells me I long to one day have that, to experience the special bond between a mother and her child. I see men cradling their offspring in their arms, so proud and full of love. It doesn’t seem fair, knowing how easy for them and how difficult for me. The circle of #life has turned into a square!