Coachy – told by Grant

“Tales of hard to reach dreams  are many.

Tales of impossible dreams  are fewer.

Dreams of having a tail , and wings, and flying through the air are common,  especially for one coach I once met who spent each night with her head in the clouds”

LITTLE PEOPLE BOOKS. Coachy

So begins the story of the little coach who always wanted to be an air bus.


“Look at the sky and tell me why I’m not up there. I’ve got all the thinking skills, the driving skills,  the determination, the fight, but every night, parked outside your hangar, I look up at the stars and they are still so far.”

The rocket, who knew the ups and downs of the space routine, grinned a little at the coach’s approach. “Do you want to fly more than anything on Earth?” asked the rocket.

“Yes rocket, more than anyone realises” replied the Coach.

The rocket drumed its fins, closed a few hatch doors and raised itself to its full launch height, saying, “I’ll see what I can do. I have a few friends in high places.”


For any four wheeled driverless passenger carrier like Coachy the coach, life’s usually sewn up from the factory gates onwards, but by luck, Coachy got her first posting to the hospitality wing of the Xtra-Green Space Mission [X-GSM] where she would meet, greet and transport visiting aliens from as far a field as WASP-33b. But, as a vehicle produced to master self control, she had her eyes on the great Space race.

During her charge time that night, she imagined flying over the city’s Giant Togu Towers during harvest time and sipping on cloud water.

 

 

 

One day, out there,
Above the sky so blue,
Space is waiting, waiting, for a Spacebus, like you.

Questioning the un-answerable. The Mihaela Enea Challenge.

From “Memory Lanes”, – part of an ‘Image of Learning’ Art therapy study to picture the unvoiced feelings of those with dementia.

As a Designer and Illustrator, I am constantly asked to visualize both real life and fantasy subjects, but a couple of years ago, I was challenged to “depict the invisible real mind hidden to the mind itself”.

Though I’ve written a few thoughts on Mihaela’s challenge, my canvas remains rather blank with a few doodles around its edges. So if you have any thoughts on this, let me know.

My APPROACH

As I’ve read that some mystics believe there’s a better life hidden within the one we see, I started to make a list of some difficult-to-see or just hard-to-see concepts:

Eternity
Absolute Nothing
Unbelievable Proof
One’s Own Autopilot
Another’s Emotional Heart
The Origins to All
Personal Genetic Window
Inner Space
Through Death’s Door
Evolution’s Blueprint
Thought Interference Patterns
Unknown’s Own Troubles

From that list, you may think I’ve been reading too much Kant but no, I’ve been writing poems with sketches that explore my understanding of Dementia:

Memory Lanes (@_Grant  Pub. LPB. Dec.2019)

“The lines
All needed,
Fixed at birth,
Remember links
For all they’re worth,
But as each births,
Everyday,
Some forgotten, fade away.”


My’n’D  (@_Grant  Pub. LPB. Jan.2019)

The can rims of the unseen beans
The countless tubes with miles of seams,
The ponds it takes to fill void’s whole
With foods to fuel the heart and soul.

The centre’s, left,
The middle’s, chewed.
The covering, lost,
Its bubble, brewed.


And now .. the now. And next. the …  (@_Grant  Pub. LPB. Jan.2019)

Streams of holding
Chords of harmony
Grapple passing flights ‘n’ fly-byes.

(unfinished)