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Glass Mountain Writers - Patsy Seddon
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Patsy Seddon started writing after migrating from the south seven years ago. While studying for a Diploma in Counselling she discovered a type of therapeutic writing concerned with expressing personal feelings. This gave her the freedom to 'write without worry', and she says she feels inspired by the other Glass Mountain members.
Patsy also belongs to a group called Lapidus that uses writing for health and well being. In addition, she works as a Mental Health Worker and volunteers at a Domestic Abuse Project. In all these roles she has found writing a helpful medium to explore painful feelings at difficult times in our lives.
Patsy still finds time to sample the lighter side of Sheffield’s enriching cultures. Recently she joined an oral storytelling circle where wonderful stories are told in a traditional and spontaneous way, she sings in a natural voice choir called The Purple Cats, and she is attempting to learn the graceful art of belly dancing. Patsy's philiosophy on life is that anyone can do anything at any age.
A Woman’s diet of hate…
I hate being overweight
I hate being stick thin.
I hate treacle tarts for being so tempting.
I hate lettuce leaves for being so boring.
I hate attempting to look airbrushed.
I hate the plain and natural look.
I hate having boobs big enough to talk to.
I hate being ignored because my chest is horizontal.
I hate being single, unattached and unloved.
I hate being a slave to marriage.
I hate being divorced, another failure!
I hate being barren, what did I do to deserve this.
I hate being tied to the kids by invisible apron strings.
I hate being shy,
cos nobody speaks to me when I’m withdrawn.
I hate being a load mouthed rebel,
cos nobody wants to acknowledge my anger.
I hate being sexy, sassy and slated.
I hate being frumpy, flat and thought a turn-off.
I hate being too young and unimportant.
I hate being too old and thought useless.
I hate my hormone dependency.
I hate the menopausal redundancy.
I hate being black and disregarded.
I hate being white and pasty, apparently I’m not tasty!
I hate being on pills, potions and St. Johns Wort.
I hate having to cope without them.
I hate the thought of dying,
But living’s so hard on a diet of impossibilities.
A definition of a smile.
A smile is….
A moment of joy.
A reflection of sadness.
Something to wear when you’ve nothing else.
An upside-down frown.
A wishful thought.
Something to tell your friends about.
A gift, whether given or received.
Priceless.
A smile can….
Be a bridge across the great divide.
Break down barriers.
Show you care.
Hide what’s inside.
Expose true intentions.
Make you cry.
Heal old wounds.
Replace words.
Show off your new teeth.
Brightens someone’s day.
A smile was….
At the end of a kiss.
A gentle way to say goodbye.
What stole my heart.
A tender way to say ‘I love you’.
The last thing you gave me.
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