Autobiography & Memoir

Jilliana's Vignettes

   ODE and/or ODOUR TO MY FEET  (Nov 05)    

I first met you ten years ago. You betrayed me early one Sunday morning in Bruges.  You slipped on the polished wood step and caused my heavy body to land seven steps down. Because of this, you destroyed a new relationship with the house owner.  I suddenly became a liability.  I was locked out for the next twelve hours on cobbled streets and you became swollen from physical shock absorption and emotional shock. 

Then as now, you fail me. You restrict my movements at home and abroad.  You weigh me down like loaded dice.  Released emotions caused my arches to drop more and now you have colluded with my heels.  You take delight in hindering the specialist's exercises; to shift the weight to your outside limits - not your instep.  You are rebelling against what you are used to - caving in. 

You are obstructing the flow of life, like a dam blocking my outlet to the endless ocean of life.  You are colluding yet again with ankle muscles to make walking worse.  You don't like change.  You want to remain in your comfort zone forever.  It is time to move on.  This is a physical battle.  But the mind will win.  We shall overcome!  You'll see. 

Jilliana Ranicar-Breese

230 words. 20 minute creative writing exercise with Carol Burnes. London. November, 2005.

   ODE and/or ODOUR TO MY FEET  (Nov 05)    

I first met you ten years ago. You betrayed me early one Sunday morning in Bruges.  You slipped on the polished wood step and caused my heavy body to land seven steps down. Because of this, you destroyed a new relationship with the house owner.  I suddenly became a liability.  I was locked out for the next twelve hours on cobbled streets and you became swollen from physical shock absorption and emotional shock. 

Then as now, you fail me. You restrict my movements at home and abroad.  You weigh me down like loaded dice.  Released emotions caused my arches to drop more and now you have colluded with my heels.  You take delight in hindering the specialist's exercises; to shift the weight to your outside limits - not your instep.  You are rebelling against what you are used to - caving in. 

You are obstructing the flow of life, like a dam blocking my outlet to the endless ocean of life.  You are colluding yet again with ankle muscles to make walking worse.  You don't like change.  You want to remain in your comfort zone forever.  It is time to move on.  This is a physical battle.  But the mind will win.  We shall overcome!  You'll see. 

Jilliana Ranicar-Breese

230 words. 20 minute creative writing exercise with Carol Burnes. London. November, 2005.

   ODE and/or ODOUR TO MY FEET  (Nov 05)    

I first met you ten years ago. You betrayed me early one Sunday morning in Bruges.  You slipped on the polished wood step and caused my heavy body to land seven steps down. Because of this, you destroyed a new relationship with the house owner.  I suddenly became a liability.  I was locked out for the next twelve hours on cobbled streets and you became swollen from physical shock absorption and emotional shock. 

Then as now, you fail me. You restrict my movements at home and abroad.  You weigh me down like loaded dice.  Released emotions caused my arches to drop more and now you have colluded with my heels.  You take delight in hindering the specialist's exercises; to shift the weight to your outside limits - not your instep.  You are rebelling against what you are used to - caving in. 

You are obstructing the flow of life, like a dam blocking my outlet to the endless ocean of life.  You are colluding yet again with ankle muscles to make walking worse.  You don't like change.  You want to remain in your comfort zone forever.  It is time to move on.  This is a physical battle.  But the mind will win.  We shall overcome!  You'll see. 

Jilliana Ranicar-Breese

230 words. 20 minute creative writing exercise with Carol Burnes. London. November, 2005.