Tuesday 31st March

Wow last day of March….can you believe its April tomorrow. I wrote this poem for mothers. Hope your mother is comfortable and getting better. Mike’s mother has had her fair share of problems since January too…one scare after another. But she seems to be much better now.

Mike got back from his travels yesterday morning with thousands of photos and tales. He also looked really jetlagged but we are talking long flights here. It was nice to have him back again. He seems to have had a really good time and the weather was great all the way through. They crammed a lot into those 17 days. (4 countries in 2 continents)

Thanks for your gift by the way. I love the bee paperweight! Funny, but as I was opening it, I was at the table which still has the yellow and black bee throw on it that you got me all those years ago. I had a nice 48th birthday sat in the garden drinking coffee and eating snacks with sweet chilli dip. The sun was strong and the skies were blue so who could ask for more. Actually it wasn’t that terribly warm but we managed to have an hour before the cool wind overpowered the warm sun and forced us indoors.

Tender hands from comforting sirens
Strong as steel and soft as lamb’s tails
They birth us, nurture swift and guide
Yet depart their comfort too soon from us

With towering love in a world of ill ease
They make, shape and teach us wisdom
As we grow fast into our lives and rejoice
We are blessed the world gave us mother

Been busy on eBay selling a few things....hard work really but i made some money and made some room. People that do it for a living must be good but then i guess they have more time. They wont have to fit it in evenings and dinnertime.

Hopefully will get out and about this weekend and take some pictures but if not Mike is back Monday and he should have some really good ones....until later have a good weekend and enjoy the days. I shall concentrate on staying young (that's a joke) and keeping warm, as it has turned cool, wet and windy with the prospect of even a little snow tomorrow.

24th march 2009

Wow soon got to the last day of the holiday (rest.) Not sure it has been a rest as have been quite busy up in the garden during the nice spells of weather. With Nicks’ help managed to clean out the overgrown pond and tidy up the bog garden. The overgrown pond was hard work and you would not believe the amount of rotting leaves and other stuff that was in there. That took a few hours to clear and probably explains why my back is a little sore now. There are some pictures below.

Had just one day out to The Lake District (pictures below) which was breathtakingly beautiful countryside. We drove to Penrith then Carlisle and then looped around Keswick before coming back to Penrith. Hope the photos manage to capture some of the scenery.

Mike has landed in Sydney and already has walked across THE TOP of the Sydney harbour bridge ...not sure I could do that, been to the Opera House for a concert, been to the Blue Mountains and Bondi beach. He seems really taken with the city...and it sounds fantastic.

I’ll keep this short for the moment and write more a little later...so have a great day.

Mike has left Melbourne and is now in Sydney for seven days and he says he can see the harbour bridge and the opera house from the hotel room....fantastic!

Wednesday 18th march 2008

Spent a few peaceful afternoon hours in the garden. The sun was strong enough to my face blush and it imparted a glow that I can feel still in the dark evening. The birds are alive and tentatively exploring the feeders I placed around the garden. It doesn’t take long before they are free of fear and greedily feeding of the peanut suet. It is so incredibly peaceful despite the noise from the road. The marvellous human mind can tune out this type of background interference and focus on just the sounds of nature. Or I simply have selective hearing. I placed some compost over the potatoes, read the paper, ate a pie, yoghurt and a bag of cheese and onion crisps...bliss.

Tomorrow I will move some plants from the bog garden and begin to dig the pond out. That should be a nice job to complete in the spring sunshine. Everything is incredibly dappled this afternoon. We had a heavy mist this morning which burnt away in the sunshine leaving shafts of light slanting down through the bare branches of the trees. The shadows at this time of year are cast so long and reveal all the subtleties in the green shades. It was so incredible that I took a long, leisurely walk around the hill. Somebody has cut a small section of the fence at the bottom leaving a gap large enough for a dog or fox to get through and it certainly has as the ground is full of dig marks...the hole though looks like it was made some years ago. It will soon be time for a new fence I think.

It’s 3.30pm and the sun is beginning to dip away behind the pine trees at the top of the hill. I feel much calmer now than when I arrived. It has been my first real spring day of 2009 even though officially it does not start for another three days on Saturday (21st) tomorrow is forecast with warm sun from the get-go so I’ll be ready with everything I need to cook breakfast alfresco for me and Nick...can’t wait.

The spring sun warms me and feeds my soul like a spring rain on the budding forests. I am living in a green cell with only bars of dappled sunshine and laughter. Days alive to life as I sit on grassy banks holding council with nature and watching butterflies and swallows swoop and dive and feeling right there with them flying in the calm blue sky and though my love is strong and true if ever I should falter, ever would you be strong enough to hold me up high in the air for you are at my side forever.

Wed 18th March 2009

Mike says New Zealand was absolutely beautiful and now they have arrived in Melbourne. He has taken my small pc with him but cannot get it to work so no photos I’m afraid. Shame, but then to be expected really and I did wonder when he decided to take it. Technology is not really at the top of the list for any of the group.

I am taking a few days of (well a week actually) to relax and enjoy some of the sunshine we have been promise this week. The last two days have been balmy and mild and I shall enjoy sitting in the garden during the weekdays and going off exploring somewhere with Nick. While mike’s away have been rummaging in the attic and found some goodies to put on eBay. Currently selling 2 amplifiers from the early eighties Pioneer SA-8800 and SA-7800 which have lots of interest but as yet no offers of cold, hard cash. Today I am posting a cartridge (for playing records) to China.

Hopefully I shall lots of time to take some pictures this week and write a little more than normal. I think I shall begin a diary again. During my attic raid I came across several old diaries and journals and realised boy I was pretty prolific in the old pen and paper days and I need to get back to writing lots more. Whatever you’re doing have a lovely week.

Been a bit busy this weekend getting some more hi-fi ready for ebay but while i was out on saturday found a CD of National Geographic magazine images....they are royalty free so enjoy.

Hey holiday crowd watch out for these tourist attaractions in the Antipodes

It must be spring as the spiders have awoken and are now to be seen across the houses so I dug out some previous diary entries….I always hope it is the same spider. Probably because I wouldn’t want to think there are several that size wandering around the property.

For what do I see but ugliness and something that is alien? It sits and watches me with its brown hairy body and gangly legs and arms. This is my room and it has no right to be here and yet my compassion compels me let it stay for it is deserving of shelter on this wet and windy night. Just stay out of my bed.

Weather is dry but cool and Mr. Spider (the big one) keeps appearing in different rooms. I wonder where he is tonight. So long as it is not in my bedroom I don’t mind. I know he was in the kitchen by the fridge. Because while I was cooking I spied a daddy long legs dangling on a strand of cobweb and there was Mr. Spider advancing toward him. I rescued the daddy long legs and now Mr. Spider will probably come pay me a visit. You watch…or rather that’s what I’ll do.

Wow mister you should have seen the size of the spider that has just run across my bedroom carpet. It came out of the chimney and ran in two complete circles before climbing right into my bed. Boy, I hope that wasn’t an omen or anything. I talked to it for a while. Willing it to stay while I got Mike to catch it and put it out of the window. Made me feel a little better and it stayed put while it was captured in the large jug out of the bathroom. It was spooky almost like it didn’t want to be here and maybe just talking reassured it that I was harmless and just as eager for it to find its way home again. Or it means that I am quite mad…I wonder sometimes if they don’t understand a great deal more than we suppose.

Thursday 12th march 2009

Mike has set off to the southern hemisphere but the holiday didn’t go to plan. The cruise has been cancelled. The boat is in dry dock and they only told them 3 days before they were due for going. How disappointing is that? I think I would have been going mental but they patiently rearranged everything and are now going for just over 2 weeks flying Manchester-Singapore-Auckland-Melbourne-Sydney-Singapore and back to Manchester. I reckon they are just getting close to Singapore as I write. Have a lovely holiday and see you in 2 weeks.

I have another audit / assessment at work tomorrow but then hopefully (all going well) should get a little peace and quiet for a time. I plan to take a few days off next week myself with Nick so hope the weather is pleasantly spring-like, but who cares? I really need a rest. I plan to get some stuff out the attic and put it on eBay...have sold several things lately and it is a bit of a learning curve but I’m getting there. Don’t know what the plans are for the weekend but they definitely involve a glass of wine and something deliciously savoury. If I don’t get chance to post anything for the next few days it’s because I am relaxing.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Planted my potatoes tonight and took this picture of the full moon...it's not very good but i thought i'd share it. It's about time someone invented a camera thats sees the same as the eye. The moon to the eye looked so gorgeously full and yellowy bright but has become a distant blob in the photo.

Have a good evening

10th mar 2008

It is 6.00 am and I just woke up and I can hear the birds singing which is wonderful because i can still hear it and it is a blessed start to the day. The first light rises at the window and I take some paper and write the first things that come into my head.

Music decays; transmutes to silence
So another dance stills and ends
The footwork retreats, partners untangle
Just one more to follow and then...
I can sit out the music for a time

Arcs of light increase
And snowflakes cease
Nature must awaken
The winter is taken

Why was never the question?
One may not change what is
Rather it was always when
Or so always now or then
Ever it should have been who

See what a difference a few years makes to a person....ha, ha. I could never be accused of always trying to present myself in the best light. Why it looks like the Darwen gypsy campsite complete with a rather swarthy looking member of the travellers. Well it was snowing quite heavily this morning. I burned the last of the wood and stood there listening to the sound of snowflakes sizzling on the side of the brazier like meteorites burning up in the atmosphere as they hit the metal and dissolved instantly. It was a rather cold and miserable morning and I got soaking wet as you can see. The highlight was Mr Toad watching from the undergrowth. Boy he was a friendly thing but with the warm fire I thought he might get too close so I put him in the pond. But if he was as wet and cold as I then perhaps he really needed a warm.

Whilst looking for the bumblebee photo I found this....from 2004.

Seems so long ago now. Jenny has passed, the speakers shipped to Germany after the e-bay auction and my hair is nowhere near as short as this now.

I think I have used this before sorry….but have changed lots of it

A cold wind weaves across a valley lit by golden rays. For this day the march of spring halts under the breezy onslaught. A soft grey sky sprinkles light rain over an eager land. It hits the moist earth and is absorbed quickly to permeate through the underground tracery of roots that lie hidden deep in subterranean spaces that once nurtured the dinosaurs. Some will be used to swell leaf buds and open flowers and some retained within fleshy orange roots that hug the very bones of the earth. Long through the winter they have caressed the cold layers and now they shall catch and hold their watery cargo in readiness for the heat and drought of summer.

Bumblebee queens soon shall awake take to wing and in vacant mouse holes brood fat larval offspring in waxy cylinders constructed lovingly from the bounty held within the body of mother from a summer now gone and from the first nectars of spring. They shall forgo the cold and rain to fertilise the early spring flowers.
Bumblebees are the vanguard of the insect army awakening.

Wasp queens shall await the call a little longer and lie hidden still in anticipation of warmer days where mandibles honed to razor sharpness shall strip wood to make papery abodes that shall last but till autumn and unleash a bloodlust on the insect world borne on a yellow and black storm.
Wasps are the warriors of the insect army awakening.

Her majesty Queen honeybee surrounds herself with children numbered in thousands and feels their warmth. Yet spring calls to her softly to come outside but she cannot answer the call trapped surely as a slave within the hive to lay constantly when she would give all to leave the fortress of her children and fly free on the wing and let the sun gleam once more upon her silken wings.
Honeybees are the unsung angels of the insect army awakening

5th Mar 2009

Woke up to another white wonderland this morning

4th Mar 2009

Woke up to a white wonderland this morning with a snowfall of giant flakes that lazed down from a grey enigmatic sky. Everything was white and perfect….it’s a long way off summer I guess.

3rd Mar 2009

It’s March…whoa where did February go? The first tentative green shoots are appearing on shrubs and in the garden the daffodil flower stems (although still sheathed in green) shine yellow underneath.

Had a busy old week last week as we are now in the management audit season (there’s another Friday.) The last one is Friday the 13th March so that’s hopefully not too much of an omen and turns out to be somewhat auspicious.

Mike is bust getting ready for his three week trip to the other side of the world. (Australia and New Zealand via Singapore.) Should be a great trip lucky old sod!

Saturday went to Halifax which was quite interesting. it’s an old wool town (Yorkshire is built on wool as Lancashire was built on cotton. I think they made more money or something because the houses seem more imposing and solid. not like the endless rows of jerry built terraces you find in Lancashire.

Sunday began to tidy up some of the tree trimmings by making a fire in the burner and burning a little bit at a time. It’s amazing really just how much will burn in a short time and the ash I use around the fruit trees and bushes. Haven’t seen a frog yet but they generally begin appearing mid-March. Jobs for this weekend are clearing up the last of the twigs and branches and planting the potatoes. I really want to dig another pond at some point this year and that needs to be done before the end of May and the midges return. I hope we have a good summer.

Saw on the news a story about whales stranding themselves on a Tasmanian beach. Reasons for this behaviour are not yet clear but perhaps it is a yearning to be once again on the land. Some inherited and ancient collective memory that remembers a time before they entered the water. Perhaps it is the next evolution and they will come ashore one day. of all the creatures in the world whales must be one of the most enigmatic but whether they will survive to make an evolutionary leap is unlikely.

So come to me tonight demon and take me fast and warm to your chest. Wrap your arms around my waist and hold me tight so the world ceases to exist except for the one you have created for me to enjoy. Let me feel the warmth of your caressing fingertips and lips. Come let me taste all of you as you taste the very essence of me. The world closes into night but for us time shall not intrude into our moments of passion for they shall be wanton and deliciously private whenever we desire them. I so desire it greatly my angel and only your sweet touch upon me shall I take from the world.

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

Comes the dawn; so tread softly
With dew cooled feet that walk
Across the velvet, grassy rise
To the summit of an eastern hill
As the birds awake and sing
Of the earth and the sun’s rising
In its music a heart finds peace
As the world awakes to a new day

I was I was not and yet...
Dragons breathed doom
And my face now burns
For my time has long gone
Yet each new day is balm
Born in dawn on a sunrise
That softens each day to dusk
To sleep to dream and to rest
To enjoy the new tomorrow

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.

This is what havoc i wreaked today

Saturday went to Chester Zoo

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.

The pictures are to cheer you up after the grey prose...hope they work!

This is my kind of picture...stunning (from the readers section at Sky)

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

Or.....

From the winters skeletal might
Ever increasing circles of light
Bring the northern retreat of night
Set the bloodied Polar bears to flight

The artic year has ushered in spring
Snow has stopped, ice no longer king
When Belugas smile and Narwhals sing
Thousands of geese return on the wing

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.

How cute is this picture from the Sky site?

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!'

Another one (a giro is a welfare payment method)

Should the UK Adopt The Euro?

A cross-section survey of 1000 people in the poorest parts of the UK , were asked if they thought Britain should change its currency to the Euro.

99% said no, they were very happy with the Giro.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Just before night fell snow
It came as an opaque swarm of...
Swirling white winter bees
Dancing around my head
With a sting of ice that...
Shattered watery venom on...
A warm brow and then
Ran away to the ground.

Hope you like these 2 pictures of the view from the bridge over the canal at skipton. I would have taken more but the battery ran out...oh the rewards of proper preparation .
The 5 p's 'Prior planning prevents piss poor performance'

Count the grains of sand on a beach
Or the airborne pollen out of reach
Kick through leaves in a forest with flair
Then watch them float down through the air
Take all memories that have made us smile
And think of me sometimes once in a while

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

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.

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

Soft she comes in robes of white
To take the world in freezing flight
The moon is risen the sun sunk low
All that remains is the direction to go

Under trees should I tread softest feet?
Or on crops in fields now smothered neat
The cold revives and awakens the man
When snow is hard then is birthed the man

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 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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

I always wondered if people disliked what I was

Never thinking they might dislike me for who I was