Surely in all of us there must be something of the adventurer, warrior, and philosopher; in all of us a curiosity to know ourselves; to step out of our sheltered place and into a wilder, grander world, to feel the wind and hear the sound of boots on snow, to feel the sun and watch the eagle fly. To enjoy the pleasurable fatigue of the honourable toil of journeys well made. To tell our tale and relive the feeling of our day, no matter success or loss, for those that tried can only win.
The Christmas Card.
Five days I watched the letter box,
and not a thing came though.
Then seventeen came all at once,
though sadly, none from you.
Such fears as come with policeman’s knock,
not knowing, why or how,
and still I long to hear your news,
so missed in life, right now.
Bright envelopes of every size,
to open each, a thrill.
With eighty seven on display,
there’s one, I wait for still.
January 8th 2017
The tide is on its way in, it's not a toy tide in this part of the world. Tidal range can be over six metres and wind and waves can make it much worse. The little dots on the rocks are climbers, doing this for fun. When the tide is in, where they stand now will be covered in water, even now, one slip is all it takes. There is no other way out but up. It's what they are there for . . . risk, and life.
You didn't expect me to look at the Sun did you?
I was up at the crack of dawn, okay, before 0930 hours anyway and sat in the garden with a cup of herb tea to absorb the ambiance of this stellar event. As you can see the time is just about right by the sundial which bears the evidence of an overnight frost. I sat there so that I was part of it, not just thinking or watching but trying to be one with it just as was the lone blackbird sitting on the roof in a silence of its own. We were there the day it happened, will we be around for the next one? They say it might happen tomorrow as well, so we're in with a fighting chance, that blackbird and me.
The birds were silent all except for the doolally wood pigeon that lives near here ... too near here!
Like footsteps in the sand and water that flows to the sea, in a very short time you will never know they were there, so why do we lesser beings seek eternity, immortality. Better to accept the transience of our days . . . whether we gibber in them or not!
Enjoy each step - this must be a better way, for one never knows if there'll be another.
Mmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will.