Sunday, 29 April 2012
On this late April Sunday,
As the wind howls, and the
Fire crackles, and the trees
Shake, and the puddles fill -
Remember Saturday morning.
Sunshine and distant mountains.
Dogs excited by scents of deer,
Walking in our pyjamas through
The baby christmas trees.
You jumping the ditches,
Enjoying the walk after all.
Saturday, 28 April 2012
These things, leaving
In a RUSH of leaving.
A forceful explosion.
Leaving me drained.
Let them leave as they will.
Let more rush away.
And the rock still standing where it's been for a thousand years.
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
Monday, 23 April 2012
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Saturday, 21 April 2012
And tell me, baby child,
Did you know this was there?
This fierce bloom waiting inside
To catch you, unaware?
Saturday, Saturn's day,
Sun shine, bird song and blue,
And, baby child, arriving
At the heart of this fire, you.
Thursday, 19 April 2012
About somebody else?
It's smaller and squishier
Than at first it appears.
Those feelings, - enormous,
Colossal, titanic -
Turns out they can turn
Until you look
At the person
Who meant everything,
Who you knew,
And those feelings
You knew would last
And you see -
Just another bloke.
And all those
Reduce to indifference
You're in the small,
Squishy feelings now.
No more heavenly choirs.
Just the human condition.
Monday, 16 April 2012
Atlas was a Titan, who as a punishment, was condemned to carry the world on his shoulders.
Some days we all feel like Atlas. Why this heavy load? What are the gods punishing us for?
What if its not a punishment, but a privilige? Atlas is, in mythology, a symbol of strength and stoic endurance.
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Monday, 9 April 2012
In a castle, far away, there waa a magical sword that everyone wanted to have. But there was one prince who wanted it more than anybody else. But to get the sword, he had to fight a dragon.
The castle where the sword was hidden had two people inside it - a princess and a king. They were trapped in the castle by a dragon. The sword was hidden in the castle with them - but they did not know. They had not been outside to hear the legend. The legend of the sword that could kill even the most fiercesome dragon.
The prince was crossing a shallow lake on his horse when he saw smoke coming up from the castle. He didn't know where the smoke was coming from. He didn't know about the dragon. After the shallow lake, there was a deeper lake. A very deep lake. There was no way to cross unless you had a boat. Unless - maybe his horse could swim across the lake.
Bravely, they set across. They could see now that it was the dragon making the smoke. The prince felt scared. He knew he would have to fight the dragon.
As his horse stood dripping by the lake, the prince made his way to the castle. The dragon had flown off to Tesco to get some dinner. So the prince sneaked in. He tried to get the sword, but he couldn't. He had fallen in love with the princess at first sight. All he could do was stare at her.
The sword was hidden behind the cooker. The prince decided to cook a meal for the princess, because he loved her so much. He made pancakes, but as he flipped the pancake, it fell behind the cooker. Oh no! In panic, the prince pulled the cooker out. There was the sword!
He took the sword and he ran out with the princess and the king. Just then, the dragon came back from Tesco, carrying his shopping bag on his tail. The dragon was FURIOUS. this dragon was the oldest dragon in the world. He wore thick glasses so that he could see. As he swooped to sttack the prince, his glasses fell off and landed in the lake.
Unable to see, the dragon flew straight onto the sword which the brave prince was holding in the air. The sword pierced his cruel heart, and in an instant, he was dead.
The prince and princess got married, and did their shopping in Lidl ever after.
Friday, 6 April 2012
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
As I ponder these questions, these things arise:
I'm at the centre of time - I'm not lost in it.
I'm almost invisible - my " self" is not so important.
It's peaceful. See all the blue and white.
Time radiates out. Its not a line.
It smells like freshly laundered sheets.
It tastes like Chablis. Mineral and cool.
What might it ask of me? Release. Release of self image. Release control. Release expectation.
(oil pastel on paper)
Some great questions about time being asked. This post http://keepitsimplemakeitgreat.blogspot.com/2012/04/time-expansion-moment-1-2.html?m=1 got me thinking.
My first thought on time? "not enough"
My wish? To stretch time.
My challenge? To live IN time, not outside it.
How might my life be different? Perhaps instead of being adrift in an endless ocean of time, searching for the lifeline to the centre, I might find myself in a place where "this moment is enough."