I wrote this poem at the end of last year. The end of the work and school year is so packed with events and commitments, with the added pleasure of trying to finish off various work projects and get training done before the holidays, that I felt quite frenzied at the time.
This week I have felt like this again, albeit for different reasons. Mr Fox was in hospital on Tuesday for a procedure, my Aunt had a cataract operation on the same day and my Mother went down with a bad stomach bug. They say obstacles come in threes. Well, I had all three on the same day! Of course, work was also really busy; have you ever tried working all day in a hospital?
Tuesday’s events reminded me of this poem entitled Where is the eye of the hurricane?
The end of the year is approaching in a fast and frightening rush;
Bringing its plethora of social, work and school events in celebration;
It should be fun, but in the frenzy, I forgot one introductory tea;
The result, recriminations from my child and emotional devastation.
I feel like I am living in a hurricane;
Where is the eye of the storm with its mild winds and fairer weather?
This year-end heralds change as we move onto the next phase of our lives;
The air, in advance of the storm, syrupy and thick; breaths unsatisfying and shallow;
We push on unknowing and unprepared, desperate to get through to the end;
Looking forward to the aftermath, where thoughts can lie dormant and fallow;
I feel like I am living in a hurricane;
Where is the eye of the storm with its mild winds and fairer weather?
The strong winds of change are blowing at speeds of 200 miles per hour;
As I stand and face them head on, I feel battered and my breath is swept away;
The stalwarts’ of our lives, built up over the past few years, rip loose and disappear;
The swirling, whirling power of the storm’s movement is impossible to relay.
I feel like I am living in a hurricane;
Where is the eye of the storm with its mild winds and fairer weather?
Lunches, dinners, examinations, prize giving’s, year-end parties, like debris floating past;
Each unidentifiable on an individual basis through the torrential rains that pour down;
We hope to negotiate the storm and survive through until we reach the other side;
We plaster on a happy smile and trudge on without a backward glance or frown.
I feel like I am living in a hurricane;
Where is the eye of the storm with its mild winds and fairer weather?
By Robbie Cheadle
Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series
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Awesome and apt words composed, Robbie simply marvelous and yes when things come they come together and it sure is like a hurricane sweeping over you. Loved the beautiful cake.
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Thank you, Kamal. You always say such nice things.
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Welcome Robbie
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Oh I can relate to those words 100% Robbie!!
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I know, Ritu. It is the lot of working mothers [smile].
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Truly!
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Fantastic Robbie and I am sure many will relate to it. xx
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Thank you, Sally
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Wonderful work Robbie. I do hope things settle down a bit for you xxxxxx
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Thank you, Shey. It will!
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A very windswept poem. I got quite caught up in it. I hope everyone is recovering from their health problems?
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Thank you, Kim. Everyone is doing much better now. Funny how this sort of thing always happens on the worst work weeks.
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You’re right. Henry broke his arm and a section of our wall collapsed on the same day. When I came to do the ironing that night my iron wouldn’t work. Three bad things in one day.
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You really got hit with a lot at one time. I hope things have settled down since.
Your poem is perfect for those times in life when we’re battered from all sides. and long for the calming center. I can certainly relate at times!
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Thank you, Mae. I think everyone has frenzied patches in their lives.
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Here’s to your strength to weather it all, for it is in your strength that the eye of the hurricane resides
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Of course you are right, Annette. Thank you for words of encouragement.
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Awesome.
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Thank you
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Great! Thank you for surprising us with this poem.
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Thank you, Michael. Have a lovely Friday!
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael
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Thank you both for the inspiring postings. May i ask a question? Do you also sale your artwork? Have a nice weekend! 😉 Michael
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Hi Michael My artworks are all edible. I use them on cakes which I make for friends and family and sometimes for clients but only if they give me enough time as I work full time. I sometimes also give my fondant creations to people as gifts.
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Hope all went well with both surgeries and that your mom is feeling better.
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Thank you, Tandy. Have a wonderful Friday and weekend.
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Where is the eye of the storm? I’ve been asking myself the same question for the past 3 days! There’s that magic number again ~ 3. Maybe that means the eye is right around the corner? 🙂 And I remember my days of working in a hospital, Robbie. Starting an IV while the smoke alarm is sounding can be disastrous 🙂
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I am sorry to hear that you have also been frenzied, Tina. I hope life quietens down for you. The magic number is 3. Michael is going to the ophthalmologist this afternoon and I am really hoping for good news. Have a wonderful weekend.
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In my prayers and sending healing energy, Robbie ♥
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Your prayers helped, Tina. Michael’s eyes are strong and healthy despite his being short sighted. Cortisone damages your eyes so I was quite worried because Mike is on cortisone all the time. Thank you for thinking of us.
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Always, Robbie. So glad Mike is healthy ♥
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Oh wow! I do hope everyone is on the mend and you have caught up on some rest!
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Thank you, Danielle. Terence is much improved post his surgery and we had good news yesterday. Have a wonderful weekend and happy reading.
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I hope the storm has passed Robbie – sometimes it’s hard to find the still centre. Let’s hope there’s relief all round – also with the expected rain next week may this wash away all the ‘troubles’ –
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Thank you, Susan. Rain would certainly be most welcome – it always is. Have a lovely weekend.
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Gosh I’m sorry to hear about all these medical woes tied up in a bunch. I think there are just too many of us living through these storms right now, so I hear you. Hoping everyone will be well by this posting. 🙂
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Thank you, Debby. Life can be like this, can’t it? We had good news about Terence yesterday and Michael is also doing much better. Thank you for your kind message.
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Glad to hear they’re on the mend. LIfe is full of blips, hopefully you’re blipped out for now. 🙂
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Beautiful work Robbie.
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Thank you, Sumith. The girl on the beach is a depiction of my niece.
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Robbie I do hope this hurricane passes for you all and everyone makes a good recovery. 😊
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Thank you, Bridget. My Mom and Aunt have recovered and Terence is on the mend. Thank goodness, there is no invalid in the world like a man baby [smile].
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That is great news. You can breath again…
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I hope things are working out a little better for you now, Robbie, and that the hurricane has moved on, leaving you intact.
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Thank you, Norah. Everyone is doing better and work has settled down to a mild panic!
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A mild panic! As long as it’s manageable. 🙂
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