Thursday, February 26, 2009
Lie gently back in the air and close your eyes
Take hold of my hand and together let’s dream
See an emerald world glistening in promise
Of a crystal clear morning rising from the east
Or the calm dusk sinking in flames in the west
It matters not if our dream is one within hearts
That makes hands hold tight and soft lips touch…
Awakening dreams shared that grow into one soul
Taking the remaining days together and never parted
Time is short, the world vast and you are mine forever
Take hold of my hand and together let’s dream
See an emerald world glistening in promise
Of a crystal clear morning rising from the east
Or the calm dusk sinking in flames in the west
It matters not if our dream is one within hearts
That makes hands hold tight and soft lips touch…
Awakening dreams shared that grow into one soul
Taking the remaining days together and never parted
Time is short, the world vast and you are mine forever
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Spring slowly breathes life into the world around us. Hills and plains stretch to the horizon and shimmer with a new found purpose and slowly across the land all the creatures return, awake or are born. Spring with her gentle warmth and tepid rains bring forth the palest green shoots from the long bare wood and slowly they will unfurl to a deeper shade of a green that conjures thoughts of the greatest health and vitality. Flowers shall scent the air and reflect the gold of the climbing sun and pour a joy into my heart. The air rushes in and settles clear and calm over misty mornings that belie later clear blue skies where birds swim and call to long lost loves or striving perhaps to make a new union that shall last for life. For the world is ever a wonder to me and I see the beauty of all my springs so far with rapture.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Just in case we are getting ahead of the winter here is something I wrote in 2001
Sunday 04.03.2001
It is a gloriously cloudless blue sky. The sun slanting between the trees and over the graves looks so special. The cemetery still has snow and there is this amazing holly bush that is still dripping with the reddest berries. It is quite the most beautiful mixture of sun, white snow and green evergreens. All the birds are singing and the thought comes to me “where have they all come from to celebrate the day with me? The floor beneath my feet is littered with fallen husks from the Beech trees. The beech mast is devoid of seed now and the brown husks crinkle and crackle under my feet like cocoa shells and the thought comes what great mulch they would make if I could gather up enough. I remember the hard work of collecting leaves one year. I am leaving the cemetery now and heading to the park. Wow it’s a bit slippery underfoot. It is a wide tree lined street with large Victorian houses with massive gardens. How they knew how to build my love and we shall walk along here when you come. Now I turn into the little lane that runs up the side of the park. I like this little lane for it always feels to me I am walking in a time long past where there is no tarmac or streetlights. The path takes me to the field but I cannot cross. Sadly I turn and head back to the cemetery to walk up the hill that way.
Sunday 04.03.2001
It is a gloriously cloudless blue sky. The sun slanting between the trees and over the graves looks so special. The cemetery still has snow and there is this amazing holly bush that is still dripping with the reddest berries. It is quite the most beautiful mixture of sun, white snow and green evergreens. All the birds are singing and the thought comes to me “where have they all come from to celebrate the day with me? The floor beneath my feet is littered with fallen husks from the Beech trees. The beech mast is devoid of seed now and the brown husks crinkle and crackle under my feet like cocoa shells and the thought comes what great mulch they would make if I could gather up enough. I remember the hard work of collecting leaves one year. I am leaving the cemetery now and heading to the park. Wow it’s a bit slippery underfoot. It is a wide tree lined street with large Victorian houses with massive gardens. How they knew how to build my love and we shall walk along here when you come. Now I turn into the little lane that runs up the side of the park. I like this little lane for it always feels to me I am walking in a time long past where there is no tarmac or streetlights. The path takes me to the field but I cannot cross. Sadly I turn and head back to the cemetery to walk up the hill that way.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Soft must I tread through human dissolution?
Across a world transmuted to waste and ash
In madness and pain none can heal nor touch
Nor offer solace to the minds already in torment
For soon we shall all follow as the truth runs out…
And we see a life less than minds have imagined
It is the great, dark, echoing sadness of this age
That man must fall so low down in earthly regard
While across the cosmos where we may not see
The universal imperative, grave and sad, smiles
For its greatest terror (us) has now turned inward
For we could have walked long among the stars
But content are we to take our paradise here and..
Destroy its prideful, ancient beauty from within
The monsters we fear roam in no guise of men
From the seas we came and to them we return
As the ice melts and the earth warms we...
Wait for the turn of days some call rapture
For that is the legacy of our ancient beliefs
In saviours and prophets and currency
When only belief in love eternal was necessary
Across a world transmuted to waste and ash
In madness and pain none can heal nor touch
Nor offer solace to the minds already in torment
For soon we shall all follow as the truth runs out…
And we see a life less than minds have imagined
It is the great, dark, echoing sadness of this age
That man must fall so low down in earthly regard
While across the cosmos where we may not see
The universal imperative, grave and sad, smiles
For its greatest terror (us) has now turned inward
For we could have walked long among the stars
But content are we to take our paradise here and..
Destroy its prideful, ancient beauty from within
The monsters we fear roam in no guise of men
From the seas we came and to them we return
As the ice melts and the earth warms we...
Wait for the turn of days some call rapture
For that is the legacy of our ancient beliefs
In saviours and prophets and currency
When only belief in love eternal was necessary
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Ever increasing circles of light
Bring the northern retreat of night
When Belugas smile and Narwhals sing
The artic year has ushered in spring
A spring sunrise creates the diminution of the winter ice and glints in the bloodied footsteps of polar bears fleeing; advancing fluid seas.
A spring sunrise creates
The diminution of winter ice
Glints in bloodied footsteps
Of polar bears fleeing
The advancing fluid sea.
Bring the northern retreat of night
When Belugas smile and Narwhals sing
The artic year has ushered in spring
A spring sunrise creates the diminution of the winter ice and glints in the bloodied footsteps of polar bears fleeing; advancing fluid seas.
A spring sunrise creates
The diminution of winter ice
Glints in bloodied footsteps
Of polar bears fleeing
The advancing fluid sea.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Last one folks
Morris and his wife Esther went to the state fair every year, and every year Morris would say, 'Esther, I’d like to ride in that helicopter.' Esther always replied, 'I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars' One year Esther and Morris went to the fair, and Morris said, 'Esther, I'm 85 years old. If I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.' To this, Esther replied, 'Morris that helicopter ride is fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars.' The pilot overheard the couple and said, ‘Folks I’ll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say a word, I won't charge you! But if you say one word, it’s fifty dollars.' Morris and Esther agreed and up they went. The pilot did all kinds of fancy manoeuvres, but not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, but still not a word. When they landed, the pilot turned to Morris and said, 'By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!' Morris replied, 'Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Esther fell out, but you know, fifty dollars is fifty dollars!'
Morris and his wife Esther went to the state fair every year, and every year Morris would say, 'Esther, I’d like to ride in that helicopter.' Esther always replied, 'I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars' One year Esther and Morris went to the fair, and Morris said, 'Esther, I'm 85 years old. If I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance.' To this, Esther replied, 'Morris that helicopter ride is fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars.' The pilot overheard the couple and said, ‘Folks I’ll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say a word, I won't charge you! But if you say one word, it’s fifty dollars.' Morris and Esther agreed and up they went. The pilot did all kinds of fancy manoeuvres, but not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, but still not a word. When they landed, the pilot turned to Morris and said, 'By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!' Morris replied, 'Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Esther fell out, but you know, fifty dollars is fifty dollars!'
Let's have a joke for a change
MY LIVING WILL
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to him, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug." He got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.
MY LIVING WILL
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to him, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug." He got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Soft drawn breath escapes in plumes of moisture
Through a mouth held expectant and captive to cool air
This February night in the midst of winters embrace
It takes away our frustration of the darker nights
With the promise of a lighter heart with coming spring
It is so close we can almost now hear its awakening
Listen intently to the beating of your eager heart
And begin to mark time away in this declining season
For the race is up and the world once again renews
And I would see it all, every blade of grass and sunbeam
For I have waited a winter to taste these changing days
Through a mouth held expectant and captive to cool air
This February night in the midst of winters embrace
It takes away our frustration of the darker nights
With the promise of a lighter heart with coming spring
It is so close we can almost now hear its awakening
Listen intently to the beating of your eager heart
And begin to mark time away in this declining season
For the race is up and the world once again renews
And I would see it all, every blade of grass and sunbeam
For I have waited a winter to taste these changing days
Wednesday 11th Feb. 2009
We’ve been having a reasonable spell of weather after the snow that fell at the weekend. I’ve been feeding the birds as usual but there is a Mistle Thrush with a really bad attitude that has all but driven all the other birds away. It sits in the tree and swoops down hawk-like onto the Robins and blackbirds below. My bird book says this is normal but I have never seen such a grumpy old thing before. Don’t understand it....look it up here. Its Latin name is Turdus viscivorus so I guess that figures.
http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/m/mistlethrush/index.asp
We’ve been having a reasonable spell of weather after the snow that fell at the weekend. I’ve been feeding the birds as usual but there is a Mistle Thrush with a really bad attitude that has all but driven all the other birds away. It sits in the tree and swoops down hawk-like onto the Robins and blackbirds below. My bird book says this is normal but I have never seen such a grumpy old thing before. Don’t understand it....look it up here. Its Latin name is Turdus viscivorus so I guess that figures.
http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/m/mistlethrush/index.asp
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Fortune takes the hand and walks it
Across time and thought into a dream
Where music invades thoughts and
Rhythm drives the soul into ecstasy
Enjoy the music and imagine better days
When youth beckoned and melodious songs
Echoed in the breast as a sirocco wind to burst free
And rise in a melody of warm hope for everyone
The world my love is not as it was then
Too many things must now change too fast
Yet the music shall remain through it all
Just as you shall; as you sing to me tonight
Across time and thought into a dream
Where music invades thoughts and
Rhythm drives the soul into ecstasy
Enjoy the music and imagine better days
When youth beckoned and melodious songs
Echoed in the breast as a sirocco wind to burst free
And rise in a melody of warm hope for everyone
The world my love is not as it was then
Too many things must now change too fast
Yet the music shall remain through it all
Just as you shall; as you sing to me tonight
I have been outside this morning and the dawn sky is a wonderful pale blue drawn with high light feathered clouds and I see the moon clear and bright and almost completed. I can hear the first birds stirring and the air is sweet, clean and cold but that just heightens the senses in the morning air. I stood there awhile loving every moment. A lone wood pigeon soared and dived in the morning sky above the sycamore tree and I so feel the same, for every day I am flying free and safe wrapped in love. For I find like the wonder of a morning we need love just to survive and enjoy the day. It is the dawn that rises in my heart and also the setting evening sun that blazes across a dusk sky into night.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Can you catch a snowflake?
In your palm like a small bird
It sits light as air and silent
Waiting for the night
Like a feathered phantom
To take solace in the shadow
Seeking comfort in its close kin
Huddling to ameliorate the cold
Safe in the mass of warmth
Throughout the long night
That has come
I caught a snowflake tonight
And it burnt my hand
For no matter how I tried
I could not stop it fading
Into another form
Like I and you shall
One day when the sky
Turns blue and the sun rises
For the snow falls and
I shall stay a little longer
Just till the summer
In your palm like a small bird
It sits light as air and silent
Waiting for the night
Like a feathered phantom
To take solace in the shadow
Seeking comfort in its close kin
Huddling to ameliorate the cold
Safe in the mass of warmth
Throughout the long night
That has come
I caught a snowflake tonight
And it burnt my hand
For no matter how I tried
I could not stop it fading
Into another form
Like I and you shall
One day when the sky
Turns blue and the sun rises
For the snow falls and
I shall stay a little longer
Just till the summer
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Wednesday 4th Feb 2009
You may have read we had some snow the other day...well it seemed to bypass most of Lancashire which was a bit annoying. Still we may get some more tonight with luck. It’s been pretty quiet here but time is racing into February so soon. The whole economic thing has abated a little so I’m thankful for that and although work is still quiet and Nick’s shop is quieter things seem a little bit more positive. I wonder what we’ll be writing about this time next year. Probably reminiscing about what it was like to have a job.
Still (and I say this every year,) wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a summer all to oneself. To rise with the sun in the east and fall sleep with the moon rising silvered on the horizon. To spend day’s outdoors recounting memories and observing every facet of a land I have walked all my life and yet know I have missed so many things. To be in tune completely with the rhythm of the passing lengthening days and changing seasons and to let my soul fly free out into the world. To write ceaselessly and think without limit...that is my wish.
You may have read we had some snow the other day...well it seemed to bypass most of Lancashire which was a bit annoying. Still we may get some more tonight with luck. It’s been pretty quiet here but time is racing into February so soon. The whole economic thing has abated a little so I’m thankful for that and although work is still quiet and Nick’s shop is quieter things seem a little bit more positive. I wonder what we’ll be writing about this time next year. Probably reminiscing about what it was like to have a job.
Still (and I say this every year,) wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a summer all to oneself. To rise with the sun in the east and fall sleep with the moon rising silvered on the horizon. To spend day’s outdoors recounting memories and observing every facet of a land I have walked all my life and yet know I have missed so many things. To be in tune completely with the rhythm of the passing lengthening days and changing seasons and to let my soul fly free out into the world. To write ceaselessly and think without limit...that is my wish.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Loves first meeting
Shall stop time’s fleeting,
Dance across a lifetime
That looked toward open sky
With a huge heart of hope
For as light quickens to dusk
Yet my eyes still see
That beauty illuminated by day
Though closed to the eyes
Is still all around in the dark
For my soul is alight
To the wonder of you
And I should never be blind…
While arms can hold me
From so far away
And I shall think always
When shall the rain stop?
I know not, for weather is
Wild, untamed and none
But the wise may say
What time a change comes
When heavens will open
Sweep away the grey
Ushering deepest blue folds
Awash with golden sunlight.
Yet rain may stop one day
When we are together
If only within our hearts and minds
So we may be at peace
A little while
For the world hurts sometimes
And its pain is felt by all
Who live and breathe.
I share its pain now as do you
But joy is returned in sharing
In your love and warmth.
For the world is a lonely place
Filled with billions of us and yet
In all those masses of population
Gaia’s arrow wounded us both
And we endure and grow
And ultimately we will heal all
Shall stop time’s fleeting,
Dance across a lifetime
That looked toward open sky
With a huge heart of hope
For as light quickens to dusk
Yet my eyes still see
That beauty illuminated by day
Though closed to the eyes
Is still all around in the dark
For my soul is alight
To the wonder of you
And I should never be blind…
While arms can hold me
From so far away
And I shall think always
When shall the rain stop?
I know not, for weather is
Wild, untamed and none
But the wise may say
What time a change comes
When heavens will open
Sweep away the grey
Ushering deepest blue folds
Awash with golden sunlight.
Yet rain may stop one day
When we are together
If only within our hearts and minds
So we may be at peace
A little while
For the world hurts sometimes
And its pain is felt by all
Who live and breathe.
I share its pain now as do you
But joy is returned in sharing
In your love and warmth.
For the world is a lonely place
Filled with billions of us and yet
In all those masses of population
Gaia’s arrow wounded us both
And we endure and grow
And ultimately we will heal all
Sunday, February 01, 2009
The sky cools and a milky expanse hangs expectant and soon snowflakes fall like soft white flakes of ash under a rising moon as winter extends a hand into the night air and freezes its heart. Birds tremor and still retreating into the deepest parts of trees and bushes and there they shall stay till the day calls them forth again. What do they dream and imagine through the long and lonely night? Tomorrow I shall place buttered brioche and vostizza currants on the wall and let them think that Christmas has come again. Just because I can and somebody should.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday 29th jan2009
It’d going to be cold night but there is a beautiful crescent moon hanging in the clear sky like an expectant touchstone to wish upon. The world should hush a moment, still a breath and be amazed because the natural world in the northern hemisphere is changing for the better because spring is coming.
Really don’t know where the week has gone so fast. Work is pessimistically busy (or at least half of it is.) Finally changed my internet supplier and am working out how to set up the new email account. I should have it boxed by this time next year...technology is one ology too far for me. Well of course they tell you it is simple because if you thought about it you’d get out the pen and paper and buy a stamp. Ah the human condition...and we fall for it every time. What’s the line “you can fool all the people all of the time”...think they had me in mind.
Another weekend begins tomorrow so if you get a moment have a look at the moon and make a wish so that when I win the lottery tomorrow I know you’ve been thinking about me.
Hush sweet one a while
Take a moment to smile
The moon is so bright
In a cold clear night
Dress up warm and go outside
Wish on the moon with pride
It’d going to be cold night but there is a beautiful crescent moon hanging in the clear sky like an expectant touchstone to wish upon. The world should hush a moment, still a breath and be amazed because the natural world in the northern hemisphere is changing for the better because spring is coming.
Really don’t know where the week has gone so fast. Work is pessimistically busy (or at least half of it is.) Finally changed my internet supplier and am working out how to set up the new email account. I should have it boxed by this time next year...technology is one ology too far for me. Well of course they tell you it is simple because if you thought about it you’d get out the pen and paper and buy a stamp. Ah the human condition...and we fall for it every time. What’s the line “you can fool all the people all of the time”...think they had me in mind.
Another weekend begins tomorrow so if you get a moment have a look at the moon and make a wish so that when I win the lottery tomorrow I know you’ve been thinking about me.
Hush sweet one a while
Take a moment to smile
The moon is so bright
In a cold clear night
Dress up warm and go outside
Wish on the moon with pride
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
What glorious light breaks through yonder window...oh scrub that...been done already!
Soft enters the dawn into a sleeping face to rouse it from glorious dreams into the world. A face is lit seeming full of wisdom with its contours etched into smooth lines gently dappled by the radiant day. Sunshine laps the skin and warms the eyes and any face would be so beautiful should I perchance gaze on it now, but then every face is truly beautiful with the right eyes to behold it and the sun to dance across a room that beholds vistas of ice blue streams on a faraway hill clad in green against a blue sky.
Soft enters the dawn into a sleeping face to rouse it from glorious dreams into the world. A face is lit seeming full of wisdom with its contours etched into smooth lines gently dappled by the radiant day. Sunshine laps the skin and warms the eyes and any face would be so beautiful should I perchance gaze on it now, but then every face is truly beautiful with the right eyes to behold it and the sun to dance across a room that beholds vistas of ice blue streams on a faraway hill clad in green against a blue sky.
If tonight should arrive hanging high on a tracery of stars shining a million whispers I should not be disturbed for it calls through the ages into a soul birthed into the present. An ancient song within me, that hums melodiously through many lifetimes. I hear it tonight and I lift up my eyes to the cosmos above with a smile on my heart for one day I’ll return home there again.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Just listening to the movie “Stardust” soundtrack…it’s a mixture of Gladiator, Babylon 5 and Lord of the Rings. Very nice and can recommend both the film and the score.
Listen softly can you hear expectant whispers
From deep in the earth channelling spring
The old man exits Avalon into the world
To stroke sunshine into the growing days
Schools up-north (but probably all artisan teaching establishments) teach their charges to be “no better than they are” and express shock and surprise that it comes to pass. Education whatever they may tell you, is the focused pursuit of money and its potential to exert dominion. It was so 40 years ago when I learnt at school that anything was possible until I grew up and ultimately fell because no one would ever ask me how high I wanted to jump. Looking back it would have been such an easy question to ask a child but now as then looking at those that exit the high school gates silence still reigns.
The middle classes educate
All their fellow subordinates
But never enough for change
To make of them a threat
To give up their wealth
They’re not quite ready yet
Listen softly can you hear expectant whispers
From deep in the earth channelling spring
The old man exits Avalon into the world
To stroke sunshine into the growing days
Schools up-north (but probably all artisan teaching establishments) teach their charges to be “no better than they are” and express shock and surprise that it comes to pass. Education whatever they may tell you, is the focused pursuit of money and its potential to exert dominion. It was so 40 years ago when I learnt at school that anything was possible until I grew up and ultimately fell because no one would ever ask me how high I wanted to jump. Looking back it would have been such an easy question to ask a child but now as then looking at those that exit the high school gates silence still reigns.
The middle classes educate
All their fellow subordinates
But never enough for change
To make of them a threat
To give up their wealth
They’re not quite ready yet
Monday, January 26, 2009
The sun sinks lowly gold through a clear January sky
Radiating warmth through the chill evening air
From this shrinking orb of fire dwindling from our sight
Radiating warmth through the chill evening air
From this shrinking orb of fire dwindling from our sight
Yet my heart flies free on wings of purest joy for the rays….
Touches my heart and makes me burn with thoughts of you…
For you alone it sears and cries …always for you and forever
For my world is perpetual sunset now, brought to life each day
Awash with tender love I praise the world for giving me you
And I shall never again fear the coming of dawn
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Famous quotes we'll be better off without - Guess who?
'The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country.'
'If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure.'
'One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'.'
'I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.'
'The future will be better tomorrow. 'We're going to have the best educated American people in the world.'
'I stand by all the misstatements that I've made.'
'We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are a part of NATO. We have a firm commitment to Europe . We are a part of Europe '
'Public speaking is very easy. '
A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls.'
'I have opinions of my own -- strong opinions -- but I don't always agree with them.'
'We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur.'
'For NASA, space is still a high priority.'
'Quite frankly, teachers are the only profession that teach our children.'
'It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.
'The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country.'
'If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure.'
'One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'.'
'I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future.'
'The future will be better tomorrow. 'We're going to have the best educated American people in the world.'
'I stand by all the misstatements that I've made.'
'We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are a part of NATO. We have a firm commitment to Europe . We are a part of Europe '
'Public speaking is very easy. '
A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls.'
'I have opinions of my own -- strong opinions -- but I don't always agree with them.'
'We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur.'
'For NASA, space is still a high priority.'
'Quite frankly, teachers are the only profession that teach our children.'
'It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Barack Hussein Obama had bestowed upon him the title of U.S. president as he placed his hand on the gilt-edged bible of Abraham Lincoln and took the oath of office.
For borne aloft by the moon is the sorrow of the universe. Today let us bathe in its silvered compassion and remember those lost to the world but never to our hearts. For all disparate, or lost brothers and sisters have now become one…and now here thousands of miles away we stand fast beside you in your hour of glory. America you are forever in our hearts. We do not understand how it came to pass that we countries that birthed you now look toward you to seek wisdom. Mighty have you grown and yet mightier still shall you rise and we all look now upon the world with different eyes. For much beauty and goodness lies within those shores that helped us all be at peace with the world. The night will pass but the moment will live through millennia and through its length we may rejoice in a cold January day when equality and vision came to stay.
Martin Luther King inspired the dream and the dream became real.
For borne aloft by the moon is the sorrow of the universe. Today let us bathe in its silvered compassion and remember those lost to the world but never to our hearts. For all disparate, or lost brothers and sisters have now become one…and now here thousands of miles away we stand fast beside you in your hour of glory. America you are forever in our hearts. We do not understand how it came to pass that we countries that birthed you now look toward you to seek wisdom. Mighty have you grown and yet mightier still shall you rise and we all look now upon the world with different eyes. For much beauty and goodness lies within those shores that helped us all be at peace with the world. The night will pass but the moment will live through millennia and through its length we may rejoice in a cold January day when equality and vision came to stay.
Martin Luther King inspired the dream and the dream became real.
Monday, January 19, 2009
We are all shadows of our former self. Shadows disseminating into reverberations of lost days filled with wonder and blissful chaos. Those days will never return for now having grown we understand too much. We understand time now and all its machinations and nuances are laid bare. Its sly gift of health in youth that wandered in rapture over golden summers now gutters and slowly extinguishes within the march of age. Yet there is no despair, no anger for though a lifetime slips away nothing can stop our existential path toward perfection. We have gathered vigorously and now spend and though the reaper must come one long day off when our lives are wrapped in a burnished autumn glow of joy. We are at last content.
From my friend in the US...
"Thank GOD, it is almost over. Well the day is finally here when the worst president in U S history leaves. What a collective sigh of relief can be heard across the land. Now the hard work of repair and healing begins, it will take many years."
We're there to help you and take strength in your commitment to change. Good luck and we are waiting and watching and hoping.
"Thank GOD, it is almost over. Well the day is finally here when the worst president in U S history leaves. What a collective sigh of relief can be heard across the land. Now the hard work of repair and healing begins, it will take many years."
We're there to help you and take strength in your commitment to change. Good luck and we are waiting and watching and hoping.
I am going to try and send some pictures to you that I took this morning on my walk with my friend Bruce. He got a new camera and we were experimenting with it. He put the photos on his computer then e-mailed them to me. Also one from Larry that should become our screen saver.
Thanks the pictures are magnificent....
Thanks the pictures are magnificent....
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Sunday 18th Jan 2009
Just in the process of switching the phone line over to another supplier. Not sure how that will go but I think I will lose my email name so bye, bye short and simple email and hello new one. I’ll let you know as soon as I do. If you don’t see anything new on this blog for more than a week assume that something has gone wrong with the switchover.
Was watching a sci-fi film last night (surprise!) but was struck by (the old adage.) You may have to think about that for a second but it is so true.
Some actors
Play parts
While some parts
Are
Player by actors
Sorry for the short prose lines but my very dear friend Scott gave me a poetry book for Christmas and it features short prose lines. Nice to try something different but I shouldn’t think it will last very long. I like long lines.
Weather has been windy and damp but that may all change today as we have some snow forecast...be nice to have some new pictures for here. We’ll see how the day goes.
Just in the process of switching the phone line over to another supplier. Not sure how that will go but I think I will lose my email name so bye, bye short and simple email and hello new one. I’ll let you know as soon as I do. If you don’t see anything new on this blog for more than a week assume that something has gone wrong with the switchover.
Was watching a sci-fi film last night (surprise!) but was struck by (the old adage.) You may have to think about that for a second but it is so true.
Some actors
Play parts
While some parts
Are
Player by actors
Sorry for the short prose lines but my very dear friend Scott gave me a poetry book for Christmas and it features short prose lines. Nice to try something different but I shouldn’t think it will last very long. I like long lines.
Weather has been windy and damp but that may all change today as we have some snow forecast...be nice to have some new pictures for here. We’ll see how the day goes.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I was driving home from work listening to the radio news and it is all so depressing. It can make us feel so small and unable to alter the course of all the misery. Yet I began to wonder that maybe my essential essence once released of the world could perhaps tip the balance in some cosmic upheaval? It could be the final weight of dreams into a critical mass building over long aeons to finally catalyse a cataclysmic change. Probably not likely but why not aspire to a vision of hope. See I begin to feel a little better now. Which is good considering the rain and the dark evening but change is coming again. We can feel it in the air and see the rising light that lingers ever so longer each day. The birds are becoming almost carefree as they begin to sing under the raindrops.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
For days hold the wonder of our adventures. The night a fairytale of exploration underneath the web of stars that traces a path to map our existence together. The map is true and it leads always to truth for the greatest treasure is within us holding our loving souls forever. It can never be any other way and I am whole.
Soft down the hills sweeps air moved by the worlds sighs. Yet within this flowing crescendo of hope I hear my very own sigh and it exhales among the clamour and whispers of my love for all of you. How it whispers so…when all I want is a shout from the highest place so loud that the world would pause and hopes of my life. My most precious and special joy and how you can make me fly higher than the eagles that ride the thermals and yet sink me lower than the faults under the oceans should you ever choose. Within your arms is a peace and comfort greater than birth. My world was born again by your touch and it shall live, only within the shadow of you. For so long as I may be able to see the seasons rise and fade the last flower before my eyes shall never seem as beautiful as you do.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
See told you records are cool
Sales of the vinyl single are now back up above the million mark in the UK. The 45 rpm single is about to reach its 60th anniversary and despite repeated predictions of its demise, sales are rising once again.
Most people think of records as being made of black plastic, but it turns out that coloured vinyl is as old as the seven-inch single itself. The first 45 rpm disc, Texarkana Baby by country-and-western singer Eddy Arnold, was issued by RCA in the US on 31 March 1949. It was made of green vinyl, as part of an early attempt to colour-code singles according to the genre of music they featured. Others included red for classical music and yellow for children's songs. But such novelty features were left behind when the advent of rock and pop turned the 45 into the music industry's most prized product.
Seven-inch sales peaked in the UK in 1979, when a staggering 89 million of them were sold, but once the CD hit the market, vinyl of all kinds went into sharp decline. In 2001, annual singles sales dipped below 180,000. The Portalspace factory has experienced both the highs and the lows of the single's history. It used to be EMI's main manufacturing site, churning out million-sellers by the Beatles and Queen, among others. At its zenith, it employed 14,000 people, but EMI sold off the factory in 2000 when it decided to get out of the vinyl business. Now Portalspace has just 30 employees on much smaller premises.
Roy Matthews, who used to run the factory for EMI and is now Portalspace's general manager, says production of the seven-inch format dwindled to "almost nothing" at one point, but is now healthy again. "Although we almost pronounced its death eight or nine years ago, it's now revived itself enormously," he says.
That rebound is reflected in UK sales figures for seven-inch discs, which have now risen to more than one million a year, most of them pressed at Portalspace.
But who is actually buying all these singles? According to the British Phonographic Industry, which represents the British music business, a new generation of bands is attracting younger buyers. Vinyl singles are still being made in a variety of colours
The BPI says the "popularity of bands such as Oasis, White Stripes [and] Arctic Monkeys" is reviving sales of the seven-inch, while record companies are also credited with using "innovative" strategies to highlight the format. In 2007, the White Stripes and their label, XL Recordings, gave away a red vinyl single mounted on the cover of the NME weekly music magazine. It came in a gatefold sleeve with space to hold the band's commercial release, Icky Thump - a promotion that resulted in the highest sales for a vinyl seven-inch in more than two decades.
Jack Penate is particularly fond of the seven-inch single. "What I love about seven-inch singles is the sound quality and the warmth, and also that they're physical, and I will keep them forever and I cherish them. They're not throwaway," he says.
"I always feel that if you download music, you rarely listen to it over and over again, whereas most of my singles have been played hundreds of times."
The BPI admits that seven-inch singles may be even more popular than its figures suggest, since they are based on shops that report to the Official UK Charts Company, which compiles the weekly Top 40.
Read full article here
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7750581.stm
Sales of the vinyl single are now back up above the million mark in the UK. The 45 rpm single is about to reach its 60th anniversary and despite repeated predictions of its demise, sales are rising once again.
Most people think of records as being made of black plastic, but it turns out that coloured vinyl is as old as the seven-inch single itself. The first 45 rpm disc, Texarkana Baby by country-and-western singer Eddy Arnold, was issued by RCA in the US on 31 March 1949. It was made of green vinyl, as part of an early attempt to colour-code singles according to the genre of music they featured. Others included red for classical music and yellow for children's songs. But such novelty features were left behind when the advent of rock and pop turned the 45 into the music industry's most prized product.
Seven-inch sales peaked in the UK in 1979, when a staggering 89 million of them were sold, but once the CD hit the market, vinyl of all kinds went into sharp decline. In 2001, annual singles sales dipped below 180,000. The Portalspace factory has experienced both the highs and the lows of the single's history. It used to be EMI's main manufacturing site, churning out million-sellers by the Beatles and Queen, among others. At its zenith, it employed 14,000 people, but EMI sold off the factory in 2000 when it decided to get out of the vinyl business. Now Portalspace has just 30 employees on much smaller premises.
Roy Matthews, who used to run the factory for EMI and is now Portalspace's general manager, says production of the seven-inch format dwindled to "almost nothing" at one point, but is now healthy again. "Although we almost pronounced its death eight or nine years ago, it's now revived itself enormously," he says.
That rebound is reflected in UK sales figures for seven-inch discs, which have now risen to more than one million a year, most of them pressed at Portalspace.
But who is actually buying all these singles? According to the British Phonographic Industry, which represents the British music business, a new generation of bands is attracting younger buyers. Vinyl singles are still being made in a variety of colours
The BPI says the "popularity of bands such as Oasis, White Stripes [and] Arctic Monkeys" is reviving sales of the seven-inch, while record companies are also credited with using "innovative" strategies to highlight the format. In 2007, the White Stripes and their label, XL Recordings, gave away a red vinyl single mounted on the cover of the NME weekly music magazine. It came in a gatefold sleeve with space to hold the band's commercial release, Icky Thump - a promotion that resulted in the highest sales for a vinyl seven-inch in more than two decades.
Jack Penate is particularly fond of the seven-inch single. "What I love about seven-inch singles is the sound quality and the warmth, and also that they're physical, and I will keep them forever and I cherish them. They're not throwaway," he says.
"I always feel that if you download music, you rarely listen to it over and over again, whereas most of my singles have been played hundreds of times."
The BPI admits that seven-inch singles may be even more popular than its figures suggest, since they are based on shops that report to the Official UK Charts Company, which compiles the weekly Top 40.
Read full article here
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7750581.stm
Friday 09th Jan 09
Whoa! Where did the week go…? Here we are and it’s Friday again and both I and Nick have been non-smoking just over a week now. Already my feet and hands are warmer my teeth and eyes are whiter and I get up stairs with ease. Don’t get the wrong idea I was ok before quitting but I can tell a difference now. It’s just the increased blood and oxygen (and bank balance.)
Enjoy the verse i made
Cool to smoke
Cool to choke
Brother monoxide
And brother dioxide
Say sophistication
Is smoke inhalation
Carbons tell us lies
Someone always dies
Weather has become much milder with damp and foggy mornings but I think the forecast is to turn cooler again at the weekend. I started work at 7am this morning so hopefully can shoot off a little earlier this afternoon. Yes right not that early…probably around 4pm or so. Hope so. Going to Nick’s tonight so writing this in my break and posting it at lunch…
Have a good weekend
Wednesday 07th Jan 09
Set off to work this morning at 7am with an overnight light fall of snow being slowly dissolved by gentle rain. It has finally got a little milder once again. It is also getting perceptibly brighter in the evenings now even though we are only a couple of weeks past the equinox. In one month we shall have daylight in the evening when I make my way home. I can’t wait.
Slow passes frost
As January advances
Gentle rain, warmer winds
Took the winter thing
And in its place
Gave taste of spring
I have found the blog of the moment on the BBC website. It is by the business correspondent Robert Peston…a rather controversial fellow but who nevertheless seems to give accurate information. Follow the link below. I refuse to be doomy and gloomy today though so shan’t think of economics.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/robertpeston/
Whoa! Where did the week go…? Here we are and it’s Friday again and both I and Nick have been non-smoking just over a week now. Already my feet and hands are warmer my teeth and eyes are whiter and I get up stairs with ease. Don’t get the wrong idea I was ok before quitting but I can tell a difference now. It’s just the increased blood and oxygen (and bank balance.)
Enjoy the verse i made
Cool to smoke
Cool to choke
Brother monoxide
And brother dioxide
Say sophistication
Is smoke inhalation
Carbons tell us lies
Someone always dies
Weather has become much milder with damp and foggy mornings but I think the forecast is to turn cooler again at the weekend. I started work at 7am this morning so hopefully can shoot off a little earlier this afternoon. Yes right not that early…probably around 4pm or so. Hope so. Going to Nick’s tonight so writing this in my break and posting it at lunch…
Have a good weekend
Wednesday 07th Jan 09
Set off to work this morning at 7am with an overnight light fall of snow being slowly dissolved by gentle rain. It has finally got a little milder once again. It is also getting perceptibly brighter in the evenings now even though we are only a couple of weeks past the equinox. In one month we shall have daylight in the evening when I make my way home. I can’t wait.
Slow passes frost
As January advances
Gentle rain, warmer winds
Took the winter thing
And in its place
Gave taste of spring
I have found the blog of the moment on the BBC website. It is by the business correspondent Robert Peston…a rather controversial fellow but who nevertheless seems to give accurate information. Follow the link below. I refuse to be doomy and gloomy today though so shan’t think of economics.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/robertpeston/
Thursday, January 08, 2009
My life waxes anew on the winter moons and silvered light shines forever upon me. Walk the silvered paths into the dusk and see wonders that shall blossom by day or night through sun and rain for the rest of our lives. I do not believe it shall be so any longer for my heart knows with certainty it shall. We are bound within the world .My passion and love rises like a spring tide to engulf my world and you are the solid ground beneath my feet for always. For I asked who would come through the night to be by my side beneath the light of the moon and you answered my call and I shall be by your side always
Time a collection of seconds and minutes that gather into days and years. I have no sense of time all is fluid and ever changing like the seasons that rise and fall upon the world. So you to rise and fall into my life and make the very earth beneath my feet sigh. I have such a passion within me and until time delivers me into tomorrow I shall count every dream in every second till then.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Tuesday 6th Jan 2009
Weather is awfully cold at the minute with night time temperatures down to -9 (apparently,) although I have to say it hasn’t felt that cold. The upside is beautiful bright sunny days with a soothing blue sky and a refreshing tinge of icy air to invade lungs. The cold nights suck all the moisture out of the air leaving behind daytime crystal clear vistas for the eye. How I so want to escape from here at work and stroll through the hills with the sun on my face for just a little while. I am currently doing the month end stuff but nearly through it all and I can see the sunshine through the window like a benison.
Oh nearly forgot…10pm tomorrow is a milestone date as it has been 1 week since I quit smoking…quite pleased with that.
Weather is awfully cold at the minute with night time temperatures down to -9 (apparently,) although I have to say it hasn’t felt that cold. The upside is beautiful bright sunny days with a soothing blue sky and a refreshing tinge of icy air to invade lungs. The cold nights suck all the moisture out of the air leaving behind daytime crystal clear vistas for the eye. How I so want to escape from here at work and stroll through the hills with the sun on my face for just a little while. I am currently doing the month end stuff but nearly through it all and I can see the sunshine through the window like a benison.
Oh nearly forgot…10pm tomorrow is a milestone date as it has been 1 week since I quit smoking…quite pleased with that.
Monday, January 05, 2009
I am…I am not
Yet I think I was
In another lifetime
Across the cosmos
In another time,
Another place
And it calls to me still
I am…I am not
Yet shall become
A reasoned voice
Helping the world
Find a connection
And take joy forever
I am…I am not
Yet become
Free of guilt
Free of pain
Free of fear
And never alone
I am…I am now
For you came
Wrapped in love
Free of memory
Full of life
Wrapped in love
Yet I think I was
In another lifetime
Across the cosmos
In another time,
Another place
And it calls to me still
I am…I am not
Yet shall become
A reasoned voice
Helping the world
Find a connection
And take joy forever
I am…I am not
Yet become
Free of guilt
Free of pain
Free of fear
And never alone
I am…I am now
For you came
Wrapped in love
Free of memory
Full of life
Wrapped in love
Went to Carlisle on Saturday and then off to see (what’s left) of Hadrian’s Wall. Carlisle is a convenient base from which to explore Hadrian's Wall. Several sections of the wall still exist, and the remains of some of the Roman forts along the wall have been excavated and may be visited (the nearest one to Carlisle is Birdoswald Fort). Hadrian's Wall was a Roman frontier built in the years AD 122-30 by order of the Emperor Hadrian. It was 73 miles long and ran from Wallsend-on-Tyne in the east to Bowness on the Solway Firth in the west.
Actually it was fascinating really to think that the stones and mortar were laid out almost 2000 years ago. Weather was not too cold or gloomy either although the tea shops at the wall were closed…hope you enjoy the pictures.
The 2 down and outs resting on the wall just happened to be there at the same time. Having an unshaven moment there.
Check out these links
http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ancient/romans/hadrian_gallery.shtml
http://www.hadrians-wall.org/
http://www.ukstudentlife.com/Travel/Tours/England/Carlisle.htm#HadriansWall
Actually it was fascinating really to think that the stones and mortar were laid out almost 2000 years ago. Weather was not too cold or gloomy either although the tea shops at the wall were closed…hope you enjoy the pictures.
The 2 down and outs resting on the wall just happened to be there at the same time. Having an unshaven moment there.
Check out these links
http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ancient/romans/hadrian_gallery.shtml
http://www.hadrians-wall.org/
http://www.ukstudentlife.com/Travel/Tours/England/Carlisle.htm#HadriansWall
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Well Wednesday seems a small day for the end of a big year but let’s remember how far we have come and how much has happened to us. The world can be a funny place; alliances between people form through time and are often easily broken. For within all we remain creatures of instinct and selfish preservation. But rarely does it happen that something is found that will last a lifetime. Such was finding you for now the days bless the nights and hope rekindled that someone could be so unselfish and faithful. I never pretend things are easy and that our lives are simple and yet the fact remains that we have found each other. I shall never let you go for I have such need you. So for that I apologise because that makes me selfish. I fully intend to remain so for the rest of my life. No poems or long declaration on this day for all that I need to say is; I love you.
Into the night you walked with me among stars under the light of a full moon just as you promised you would. Feet compact fresh fallen snow as it lay on ground lit with twinkling reflections from the heavens. Dreams and joys brought alive by the fall of night into the first day of the year. So is born a winter day from the echo of time compressed into the first day of the New Year. Feel the history of the world in a walk through the quiet places alongside the water we emerged from so long ago. Water that lies still and cold touched by the hand of night into sheets of crystalline ice patterns that reverberate into the morning sky as we cast small stones onto its surface. Soft shall strike the first rays of the sun onto the surface and the mists of the day are born to float laconically above the horizon. Snow may lie thick along fields so that they resemble a desert of whitest sand dunes. Oh the joy of footprints in unblemished snow and imagine we are the first too ever set foot on this beauteous ground. See the relics of the dinosaurs incarnate again as a Robin waits crouched in the heather with breasts aflame and then see the Sparrowhawk fall silently from the sky to take our new found friend away. How ancient bloodlust remains for watch close and though time may have shrunken their stature their deadly game of hunter and hunted is revealed. So we watch and see then a riddle revealed as the hawk is thwarted by us and the Robin seeks solace among our company. Yet what of our superiority when ultimately tis saved by loathsome rooks that wait at the water’s edge like ghouls. How we are humbled and enriched by this sight. Then too we see the five Cormorants wheeling and diving through the water and air as fluid as feathered snakes. For if such a day at the culmination of all the time before can bring so much joy then that time was not misspent and the one that gave me such joy shall be my love for all that remains of my walk among the world.
The jester has struck a stanza or two together
The rhyme is for fun for the heart already is won
Mine and only thus so, make my heart faster go
For the world is strange and yet you re-arrange
It all together as a honeybee working the heather
To a glorious song, that shall be forever long
In autumn in the cool, for loving makes me no fool
The rhyme is for fun for the heart already is won
Mine and only thus so, make my heart faster go
For the world is strange and yet you re-arrange
It all together as a honeybee working the heather
To a glorious song, that shall be forever long
In autumn in the cool, for loving makes me no fool
For words not said
Shall grow about us
Whether the world
Should listen or turn away
Tonight drags me down
To the safe, realm of sleep
Yet the heart hungers still
For the last, sweet, gasp of air
So with my last thoughts
I hurl words I need you hear,
Just as your eyelids close
As the wolves howl for spring
Come day release me from sleep
That I may know a heart is waiting
To give all of its sweetness
To the one I call my own
For the hours shall rush by
Like the raging tides
That flood inland
Then disappear back to sea
Shall grow about us
Whether the world
Should listen or turn away
Tonight drags me down
To the safe, realm of sleep
Yet the heart hungers still
For the last, sweet, gasp of air
So with my last thoughts
I hurl words I need you hear,
Just as your eyelids close
As the wolves howl for spring
Come day release me from sleep
That I may know a heart is waiting
To give all of its sweetness
To the one I call my own
For the hours shall rush by
Like the raging tides
That flood inland
Then disappear back to sea
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Funny, how a year slips by us so very fast. All the plans and dreams somehow mainly get lost along the way. I like to have dreams ready although oft times they must come to nothing. Maybe a bigger house with its own garden, a pair of Tannoy Westmisters, a dog, Seems like most of the things we dreamed of are added to the list for the next year. Maybe that’s the best way for it keeps one hoping onward for the future but now the credit crisis has landed extravagant dreams can be realistically suspended and perhaps now we can begin to focus on what is truly important and in that small way it may do us all nothing but good in the long term…I hope so.
Today the sun filters through grey leaden clouds that hang loosely in the pale blue sky and the light scatters off the drops of water that cling to the leaves. It as though a million fairy mirrors was being held up to the light or else is the gleam from their gossamer wings. It is a view of columnar walls of rustic browns and evergreens waning to darker hues as leaves (long gone) rise above the flattened grass to welcome Christmas day. It is not a day for Oberon and Titania and the humour of Bottom beneath some cool glade under the light of the stars, though my soul is right there with them. How could it be anywhere else on such a winter’s day as this? For is it such a leap of faith to see the bees and birds as fairy folk and the wax and wane of each day as the most potent magic. If so then I shall be misguided but joyous for the world makes me so.
Merry Christmas
Today the sun filters through grey leaden clouds that hang loosely in the pale blue sky and the light scatters off the drops of water that cling to the leaves. It as though a million fairy mirrors was being held up to the light or else is the gleam from their gossamer wings. It is a view of columnar walls of rustic browns and evergreens waning to darker hues as leaves (long gone) rise above the flattened grass to welcome Christmas day. It is not a day for Oberon and Titania and the humour of Bottom beneath some cool glade under the light of the stars, though my soul is right there with them. How could it be anywhere else on such a winter’s day as this? For is it such a leap of faith to see the bees and birds as fairy folk and the wax and wane of each day as the most potent magic. If so then I shall be misguided but joyous for the world makes me so.
Merry Christmas
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
18th Dec 2008
The auditor has cancelled her visit today as her father is very poorly. She’s a nice lady so I hope everything works out for the better over the next few days. So I shall catch up on some of those jobs I never seem to get around to. Like tidying some of the office paper piles up a little bit for a start. Weather has gone much milder because I am sat at my desk sweating and have taken my coat off…yes sometimes I work in my coat…how Christmas Carol is that! I’ve made an amazing discovery I can type my blog stuff at work on break times and then e-mail it home. I could post from work but our internet connection is so slow I think it would be quicker sending semaphore.
22nd Dec 2008
Well obviously I had a busy day and didn’t finish the blog stuff that work day. We had a rainy weekend but the weather is set for dry all through the week…no white Christmas I’m afraid this year. Still had some good news this morning as we have the rest of the week off (well the next couple of days) and Wednesday was only half a day. The mill has no work and both machines shut last week so it is all pretty quiet. We did wonder if they would succumb to the Christmas spirit and they have….fantastic. In and out of work by 11am…now if only we could do that every day.
Garden survived all the snow and ice but there was a sad casualty in the Yucca plant. The weather is forecast to be mainly dry so shall definitely get up there and take down some trees to allow more light in for next summer. I thought of buying a chain saw ( the trees are quite large,) but the thought of me up a ladder with a chainsaw going full roar doesn’t seem to inspire anyone with any confidence so it’s the hand saw…but sawing through 12 inch boughs 10 feet in the air isn’t that great either. I shan’t ask Nick to help as he seems to have spent most of this year harming various bits of his anatomy (as my 3 trips to the emergency room testify.) Well I did say he had a ‘can do’ attitude, even when he can’t. Still have nearly 2 weeks to accomplish the deed. I’m looking forward to that.
Here is to a good 2009 for us with lots of rest and laughter and sunshine. We all missed the sun in the UK this year so a little next summer would be nice. Here’s to friends and family and most of all to words and I hope there are many more next year.
The auditor has cancelled her visit today as her father is very poorly. She’s a nice lady so I hope everything works out for the better over the next few days. So I shall catch up on some of those jobs I never seem to get around to. Like tidying some of the office paper piles up a little bit for a start. Weather has gone much milder because I am sat at my desk sweating and have taken my coat off…yes sometimes I work in my coat…how Christmas Carol is that! I’ve made an amazing discovery I can type my blog stuff at work on break times and then e-mail it home. I could post from work but our internet connection is so slow I think it would be quicker sending semaphore.
22nd Dec 2008
Well obviously I had a busy day and didn’t finish the blog stuff that work day. We had a rainy weekend but the weather is set for dry all through the week…no white Christmas I’m afraid this year. Still had some good news this morning as we have the rest of the week off (well the next couple of days) and Wednesday was only half a day. The mill has no work and both machines shut last week so it is all pretty quiet. We did wonder if they would succumb to the Christmas spirit and they have….fantastic. In and out of work by 11am…now if only we could do that every day.
Garden survived all the snow and ice but there was a sad casualty in the Yucca plant. The weather is forecast to be mainly dry so shall definitely get up there and take down some trees to allow more light in for next summer. I thought of buying a chain saw ( the trees are quite large,) but the thought of me up a ladder with a chainsaw going full roar doesn’t seem to inspire anyone with any confidence so it’s the hand saw…but sawing through 12 inch boughs 10 feet in the air isn’t that great either. I shan’t ask Nick to help as he seems to have spent most of this year harming various bits of his anatomy (as my 3 trips to the emergency room testify.) Well I did say he had a ‘can do’ attitude, even when he can’t. Still have nearly 2 weeks to accomplish the deed. I’m looking forward to that.
Here is to a good 2009 for us with lots of rest and laughter and sunshine. We all missed the sun in the UK this year so a little next summer would be nice. Here’s to friends and family and most of all to words and I hope there are many more next year.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
17th Dec 2008
The days run so fast now it seems all we can do it is take a deep breathand try to keep up with the change. It has been a strange year really! Things have stayed approximately the same to all appearances and yet thewall of gloomy predictions has gotten ever higher as economic woes camefrom just about every quarter. Not all of it seems to add up of course, but then it never does. One thing is certain and that is when change comes it generally catches us all by surprise (even me the reluctant pessimist!)We’re almost to the shortest day of the year now and once it is passed thenthe growing world can make new plans underneath the snow that will surely fall and luckily cool any thoughts of premature growth. This year the period before Christmas has been much cooler than normal. We have had a lotof deep frosts already. I think I have de-iced the car more this last month than the whole of last winter. Some sad news is that the Yucca palm broke 2of its 3 branches under the weight of the snow fall the other week. It had looked so great all summer. I shall plant the broken stems in the greenhouse and try to encourage them to grow. Nick gave me the palm to look after when he moved up from the south…one day he will have a garden again and want it back. Perhaps he may have more than 1 if the branches root. Despite looking so tropical they are amazingly very hardy.
The days run so fast now it seems all we can do it is take a deep breathand try to keep up with the change. It has been a strange year really! Things have stayed approximately the same to all appearances and yet thewall of gloomy predictions has gotten ever higher as economic woes camefrom just about every quarter. Not all of it seems to add up of course, but then it never does. One thing is certain and that is when change comes it generally catches us all by surprise (even me the reluctant pessimist!)We’re almost to the shortest day of the year now and once it is passed thenthe growing world can make new plans underneath the snow that will surely fall and luckily cool any thoughts of premature growth. This year the period before Christmas has been much cooler than normal. We have had a lotof deep frosts already. I think I have de-iced the car more this last month than the whole of last winter. Some sad news is that the Yucca palm broke 2of its 3 branches under the weight of the snow fall the other week. It had looked so great all summer. I shall plant the broken stems in the greenhouse and try to encourage them to grow. Nick gave me the palm to look after when he moved up from the south…one day he will have a garden again and want it back. Perhaps he may have more than 1 if the branches root. Despite looking so tropical they are amazingly very hardy.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Soft fell rain on moist soil and then permeated down through the tracery of orange fleshed roots that hug the bones of the world deep underground. Roots delving ever deeper downward toward the essential soul of the earth, as they move winding through the layers of time from ages past that saw the footfalls of the first dinosaurs and the birth of history and. Hush now; listen we can hear the call of the aeons that brought us to this moment to share a world beautiful and green and take part in its present. For it our world now and its beauty and peace calm our souls, heightens our love till we think we may experience no more joy. Yet the sun shall set and the night brings greater joy in each other to awake to a beautiful dawn birthing a brand new day and the circle of joy ever increases. So it shall always be for the love we share is like the gentle spring rain and it permeates our souls and enriches our love till all is evergreen, whole and strong. You are my history and yet even more my beautiful future.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
If we see beauty it is best to see it together and briefly
For the world is alive and sentient and surrounds us
A wall of light and oxygen enriching every sense.
It reaches deep within us and plants gifts of sight
For think beauty and see with me all we have shared
A winding grassy path laden with refreshing dew to cool
Toes in the fierce heat of a summer day while above
Moisture laden air on wind caressed trees casts shade down
Bringing restful sounds as we sit and watch the world unfold
Leaning back carefree against aged bark to open our hearts
See you remember how we felt then and a day lives again
Yet the memory is brief within us, for time has been kind
For many such days has she bestowed and is yet to bring
And where will we put the exquisite memories of them all
As we enrich and grow throughout all the aeons to come?
For the gift of sight is upon our eyes and we belong to the ages
Soon we shall see our first soft footfalls through sendaline snow
Crisp, purposeful movements committed through love and hope to…
Our future to come when warm hearths shall be our only adventure,
To relive all we've done, seen, tasted and smelt and I shall look…
Within your heart and soul and see beauty no longer brief but forever
For the world is alive and sentient and surrounds us
A wall of light and oxygen enriching every sense.
It reaches deep within us and plants gifts of sight
For think beauty and see with me all we have shared
A winding grassy path laden with refreshing dew to cool
Toes in the fierce heat of a summer day while above
Moisture laden air on wind caressed trees casts shade down
Bringing restful sounds as we sit and watch the world unfold
Leaning back carefree against aged bark to open our hearts
See you remember how we felt then and a day lives again
Yet the memory is brief within us, for time has been kind
For many such days has she bestowed and is yet to bring
And where will we put the exquisite memories of them all
As we enrich and grow throughout all the aeons to come?
For the gift of sight is upon our eyes and we belong to the ages
Soon we shall see our first soft footfalls through sendaline snow
Crisp, purposeful movements committed through love and hope to…
Our future to come when warm hearths shall be our only adventure,
To relive all we've done, seen, tasted and smelt and I shall look…
Within your heart and soul and see beauty no longer brief but forever
A full moon has occurred closer to the Earth than it has done at any time for the past 15 years.
The Moon's elliptical orbit means its distance from the Earth is not constant. It was a little over 350,000km away as it passed over the northern hemisphere, about 30,000km closer than usual. Astronomers said the moon would appear brighter and larger than usual, but the sky in the UK was almost completely covered by cloud. Friday's full moon was predicted to appear up to 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full moons this year, according to NASA. The Moon's orbit is elliptical, meaning it does not follow a circular but rather an oval path. It has reached the point where this oval orbit is nearest to the Earth. The moon appears largest as it rises and sets, but this is a psychological illusion. When it's close to the horizon, our brain interprets it as being bigger than it actually is; this is called the moon illusion. The Moon's brightness varies throughout its annual cycle, during the mid-winter in the northern hemisphere it can appear brighter simply because it is higher in the sky.
I never noticed it was any bigger by the way
The Moon's elliptical orbit means its distance from the Earth is not constant. It was a little over 350,000km away as it passed over the northern hemisphere, about 30,000km closer than usual. Astronomers said the moon would appear brighter and larger than usual, but the sky in the UK was almost completely covered by cloud. Friday's full moon was predicted to appear up to 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full moons this year, according to NASA. The Moon's orbit is elliptical, meaning it does not follow a circular but rather an oval path. It has reached the point where this oval orbit is nearest to the Earth. The moon appears largest as it rises and sets, but this is a psychological illusion. When it's close to the horizon, our brain interprets it as being bigger than it actually is; this is called the moon illusion. The Moon's brightness varies throughout its annual cycle, during the mid-winter in the northern hemisphere it can appear brighter simply because it is higher in the sky.
I never noticed it was any bigger by the way
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday 9th Dec 2008
It’s been a long cold week up to this point. We had a couple of large snow falls a week ago and almost every night since has seen minus temperatures. Despite several days of rain some of the snow still lingers along the path and field edges that are sheltered from the elements. It’s unusual to be so cold before Christmas so the plants and animals are likely to have a tough time of it till spring. Incidentally the cat I fed on the yard wall never came back again so I hope it found its way home.
Could it be the frost is the guardian of the innocents?
Hiding them away from the warm in a crucible of frost
That shimmers and spreads across the damp meadows
Bringing me a glaucous night underneath spreading stars
I’m currently off work as I have a heavy cold...likely I’ll return tomorrow. Felt really poorly over the weekend and yesterday, but getting better again. I don’t like not being well because it always makes me wonder too much for my own good.
Wednesday 10th Dec 2008
Well there and back again and another day at work passes...had to go a lifting and slinging refresher this afternoon for 4 hours...fabulous. I don’t know how I kept awake through it. Still feeling a lot better today although the cough is always the last to go away. It is getting very close to Christmas now just a little over 2 weeks ad I’ve done nowt (Lancashire for sod all,) as of yet...bah humbug! Lucky we have Amazon...dropping a big hint there.
Hope you’re well and hey if I win the rollover lottery I’ll come and visit and may even buy lunch.
Time slows and stills and yet the rhythmic tempo never stops
No matter the reason or the need it flows and spirals
Into tomorrow and if I do nothing...so shall it still come
To lead me into a beautiful dream where we are together
Take care.
It’s been a long cold week up to this point. We had a couple of large snow falls a week ago and almost every night since has seen minus temperatures. Despite several days of rain some of the snow still lingers along the path and field edges that are sheltered from the elements. It’s unusual to be so cold before Christmas so the plants and animals are likely to have a tough time of it till spring. Incidentally the cat I fed on the yard wall never came back again so I hope it found its way home.
Could it be the frost is the guardian of the innocents?
Hiding them away from the warm in a crucible of frost
That shimmers and spreads across the damp meadows
Bringing me a glaucous night underneath spreading stars
I’m currently off work as I have a heavy cold...likely I’ll return tomorrow. Felt really poorly over the weekend and yesterday, but getting better again. I don’t like not being well because it always makes me wonder too much for my own good.
Wednesday 10th Dec 2008
Well there and back again and another day at work passes...had to go a lifting and slinging refresher this afternoon for 4 hours...fabulous. I don’t know how I kept awake through it. Still feeling a lot better today although the cough is always the last to go away. It is getting very close to Christmas now just a little over 2 weeks ad I’ve done nowt (Lancashire for sod all,) as of yet...bah humbug! Lucky we have Amazon...dropping a big hint there.
Hope you’re well and hey if I win the rollover lottery I’ll come and visit and may even buy lunch.
Time slows and stills and yet the rhythmic tempo never stops
No matter the reason or the need it flows and spirals
Into tomorrow and if I do nothing...so shall it still come
To lead me into a beautiful dream where we are together
Take care.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Softly falls rain through barest branches that stretch toward the spring sky. Like I stretch toward you through the day till I reach you tonight. Your love shall cover me and run along my body just as the rain collects in the joints where branches meet a solid trunk and then runs down the bark in cascading rivulets. Ever you shall be the sun in my world that brings me to life and growth and wellbeing. It shall always be so my love for now and every spring to follow. For without your warmth and nurturing I should wither and lessen. I shall stay safe within the heat of your passion and love and grow tall toward our destiny and you shall be the only gardener of my heart and I shall make for you a garden of joy always.
The darkness closing in with a rose tinged sunset in the west. The still blue sky framed the crescent moon almost to first quarter and the first stars were beginning to sparkle and glisten. The air cold, the paths sheened with icy cobbles that took the remaining light and twinkled a starlit path for my footsteps. Funny but the birds were singing even into the cold and dusky evening and it lifted my heart and I had the greatest thoughts of you and I so wished you were at my side. I couldn’t bear ever the thought that it could be someone else there. I love you so with all my heart and my heart is strong yet gentle and sensitive as the gossamer threads that hang from a leaf and support the spider. Slender and strong, yet so easily broken. Promise me you’ll never break my heart…for I could not bear it. Surely as the spider I should fall and never again be whole in my lifetime. For in loving you I place all I am within your hands and I do know you will take the best care of it. For you are my love and I yours and we shall take care of each other always.
The world moves and I must answer its siren call as the day turns to night and the sun falls above the eastern hill. Yet while the world calls me forward I shall no longer travel alone for my love is always with me, within me in a way I never thought was possible. Hugging the very corners of my soul with loving thoughtfulness and I for my part shall love in return forever. I shall never leave nor seek comfort from another for the world moves and I must answer and now it is my very world and the siren song has enraptured and captivated me forever. Hear me world lest you cannot see it yet, but soon I promise you will. For I shall hold my love within my arms in a little while and I will never let go and we shall move as one together forward forever while the world calls us.
Every word I give you comes from this heart beating within my chest for they are to this great love of mine. A heart that is now doubled in size and beating to the rhythm of your soul and joy. Ever my heart and words grow with the greatest pride that you are mine. These words cannot be ever be denied and slip out of me like raindrops escaping light summer clouds to freshen a dry world. For my world has been watered by you and slowly turns to the greenest garden. It grows and grows and all is for you to enjoy and seek joy and solace within. It seems I exist to make you happy and loved and to be so comfortable with me. To soothe away the strains of the day and enrapture you at night. You will never own me my love, but I say with honesty and true love that I give of myself freely to you (all of me) and never shall I withdraw from the promises I have made you. I shall be such a willing slave to your pleasure and happiness. Take me and care or me for I shall have nothing or no one else now.
Your tender kisses did the trick my love for I am awake and beholding the day in all its spectacular beauty. Clear blue skies and a heavy frost and even a little snowfall fell in the night. The whole view I see is one of winter yearning for Spring. So soon to come and wake the world to exuberant growth. Ha, but yet even the first of her wonders awakes and grows. For you are the first ever of her wonders in my world.
The birds are absolutely elated this morning and singing with the melody of angels. For that is how they sound to me and all that I see is lifting me up and taking me to that special place you have created for me to live in. It truly is the most wonderful place I have ever been to and I am never leaving.
Every word I give you comes from this heart beating within my chest for they are to this great love of mine. A heart that is now doubled in size and beating to the rhythm of your soul and joy. Ever my heart and words grow with the greatest pride that you are mine. These words cannot be ever be denied and slip out of me like raindrops escaping light summer clouds to freshen a dry world. For my world has been watered by you and slowly turns to the greenest garden. It grows and grows and all is for you to enjoy and seek joy and solace within. It seems I exist to make you happy and loved and to be so comfortable with me. To soothe away the strains of the day and enrapture you at night. You will never own me my love, but I say with honesty and true love that I give of myself freely to you (all of me) and never shall I withdraw from the promises I have made you. I shall be such a willing slave to your pleasure and happiness. Take me and care or me for I shall have nothing or no one else now.
Your tender kisses did the trick my love for I am awake and beholding the day in all its spectacular beauty. Clear blue skies and a heavy frost and even a little snowfall fell in the night. The whole view I see is one of winter yearning for Spring. So soon to come and wake the world to exuberant growth. Ha, but yet even the first of her wonders awakes and grows. For you are the first ever of her wonders in my world.
The birds are absolutely elated this morning and singing with the melody of angels. For that is how they sound to me and all that I see is lifting me up and taking me to that special place you have created for me to live in. It truly is the most wonderful place I have ever been to and I am never leaving.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
What a world awaits the evening. With wreaths of dense fog laid along dark paths. Paths that take feet along seldom walked ways above the trees. How I long for the light of the moon to pierce these clouds and light my way with a trail of silver. For the snow has all but left, save for small deep patches, that cling in coldest corners or within deep-root crevices at the bottom of trees. A dog barks out in the night and is answered by the owl that winds invisibly among the foggy air on high. Safe tonight are the little creatures this night.
The house is cold tonight with a chill upon the rooms such as I have never felt before. It is as though somehow the walls were transparent and the cold air of night floods into the house. Air that has moved slowly across the last vestiges of snow that lies on the ground like molten, crystalline jewels melting under a dragons breath. Yet amid the lyrical rhymes the truth is that bones grow older and more they long to sit by the warm hearth and listen to melodious divas or explore words written or spoken. On such a night I think of you and miss your warmth and comfort and always your loving place at my side. I shall count every hour and every melting flake till you are by my side once again.
I couldn’t imagine that world
Where you weren’t there for me.
It would be the darkest, coldest
Loneliest world full of sadness
And I for sure, wouldn’t want…
To be living very long upon it
No birds again would ever sing
The sun would remain forever hidden
Behind highest walls of grey cloud
That perfectly matched my mood.
No laughter sparking within my heart
No thoughts of love for you that…
I need to have constantly within me to…
Brighten the world, lift my heart upward
Away from the melancholy state
I should sink into forever without it
See my sweet love I need you
Like the seed needs rain to grow
For within your caring heart and…
Its loving sunshine smile; I bloom
I grow tall toward heaven itself
For that is where you surely are
You are my forever with me always
And I shall never stop loving you.
Where you weren’t there for me.
It would be the darkest, coldest
Loneliest world full of sadness
And I for sure, wouldn’t want…
To be living very long upon it
No birds again would ever sing
The sun would remain forever hidden
Behind highest walls of grey cloud
That perfectly matched my mood.
No laughter sparking within my heart
No thoughts of love for you that…
I need to have constantly within me to…
Brighten the world, lift my heart upward
Away from the melancholy state
I should sink into forever without it
See my sweet love I need you
Like the seed needs rain to grow
For within your caring heart and…
Its loving sunshine smile; I bloom
I grow tall toward heaven itself
For that is where you surely are
You are my forever with me always
And I shall never stop loving you.
The night came swift and wet to the hearths of the north
Yet never shall it enter within the heart of this one man.
Who fearless before the dark remembers your face
For the heart is born aloft by the sentiment of memories
The higher the cold winds blow down upon me
The warmer I become for they carry your laughter
I close my eyes and I hear your sweet, loving words
That are and always shall, be my comfort and eternal joy
For when the wind blows you are with me in the dark
Yet never shall it enter within the heart of this one man.
Who fearless before the dark remembers your face
For the heart is born aloft by the sentiment of memories
The higher the cold winds blow down upon me
The warmer I become for they carry your laughter
I close my eyes and I hear your sweet, loving words
That are and always shall, be my comfort and eternal joy
For when the wind blows you are with me in the dark
Monday, December 01, 2008
Monday 1st Dec 2008
Hope you like the pictures below...think that is quite enough for tonight. We have been having very heavy frosts over the last few nights...its bloody freezing! Hard to believe it was 77 degrees in Las Vegas. Did update my diary for Vegas but left it at work...will update it tomorrow.
Hope you like the pictures below...think that is quite enough for tonight. We have been having very heavy frosts over the last few nights...its bloody freezing! Hard to believe it was 77 degrees in Las Vegas. Did update my diary for Vegas but left it at work...will update it tomorrow.
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