The son of an Irish father and an English mother, Milligan was born in British Colonial India, where he spent his childhood, relocating in 1931 to live and work the majority of his life in the United Kingdom. Get in touch.Terence Alan " Spike" Milligan KBE (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) was an Irish actor, comedian, writer, musician, poet, and playwright. I might even get some poetry out there tooĪnd, if you need extra support or, guidance. So, I encourage to have a little digging expedition on yourself – today – or, when you next have some quiet time.Īnd see what emerges as an untruth for you – that you have been allowing to shape your own life, actions and thoughts.Īnd, then make a conscious choice about whether you’re going to continue in that story or, write a new one.įor me – I’ll be churning out more of these blogs + posts – speaking my truth – working towards a book. Or, do we want to re-shape our reality from here? The job (and realisation) of these memories isn’t to name + shame the other participants in the scenario (much as we might like to.) it’s actually to recognise we have been living inside a lie.Īnd, then take that recognition and make a conscious choice to do something different.ĭo we want to continue living life inside that lie? The dream, creativity + inspiration died right there.Īnd, this memory (that came back along with the poem whilst on the dog walk.) made me wonder how many other times in my early life had I been told something was an absolute truth when for me it actually wasn’t.Īnd, it is often these moments that form our being, direct our path and shape our Soul in life as we move forward. I felt that nothing I wrote was worthy of being called ‘a poem’. I also stopped writing and playing with words. I felt my heart centre (the centre of my chest) scrunch in and my soul retreat somewhere inside of myself. So, when one of my primary school teachers (and if I could remember their name I would be naming + shaming them!) after I’d read out one of my poems in class – told me that rhyming words together didn’t make something a poem (!!) I was crushed. I had fun with this space and loved playing with words. This, and many other poems with sound + rhythm inspired me to start writing my own poetry… I loved poems and particularly rhyming poems. ‘On the Ning Nang Nong’ was one of my favourite poems as a child. I had this poem pop into my head whilst on a dog walk this week. And you just can’t catch ‘em when they do!
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