God bless the intarwebz

So it's Sunday afternoon again, and I have resolutely procrastinated away very nearly all of my time to write something for my Grandad's funeral. He died on Wednesday/Thursday (the time difference still throws me sometimes so I'm not quite sure), and his funeral is on Tuesday morning NZ time (of which I am quite sure). So I am sitting here with a glass of wine, because after about 10 minutes I realised there is no way I can do this without booze. I seem to recall a family writing session involving a seriously depleted bottle of port prior to my grandmother's funeral, so what the hell, it's traditional right?

And why am I blessing the internet, you ask? Because thanks to this journal (little though I actually write in it), I have become a little bit used to putting some of my thoughts together in a vaguely readable fashion. LJ has become the visual medium I work best in for this sort of thing, bizarre though that is may seem. I can't work with a blank Word document or actual paper page, I have always found something quite intimidating about that much white space to fill. But LJ is a comfortable, familiar place to put my thoughts. It's less like thinking to myself (always a sketchy, intuitive-leap sort of affair), and more like talking to someone else. So.

And now I am going to post a poem, because in the course of writing this and the eulogy-thing I am well into my third glass of wine, and this particular poem always cheers me up a little, and for no particular reason makes me think of Miss Scarlet, which is never a bad thing.


dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)

trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backwards

honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at this wedding)

never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for god likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)