Dreaming dreams of having to leave.
And, in those dreams, I am confused;
I ask myself, why?
As there is nothing I wish to do less.
Maybe here is a message realised;
Nothing more than the tenuous situation
That is life itself.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Sunday, May 03, 2020
Anecdote from the Dreamscape
I dreamed of cyclones
forming before my eyes,
and of witnessing offensives
alighting silently in the dark,
upon parachute wings.
May 3, 2010
forming before my eyes,
and of witnessing offensives
alighting silently in the dark,
upon parachute wings.
May 3, 2010
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Desiderata
"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the the changing fortunes of time.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
Author: Max Ehrman (1872-1945)
This is my Bible, and I believe these words are appropriate now more than ever.
There is a myth that the Desiderata poem is centuries old, found in an old church in Baltimore in 1692 and of unknown origin. In fact, the poem was written by Max Ehrman in Terre Haute, Indiana, sometime during the 1920's (possibly as early as 1906) and copyrighted in 1927.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the the changing fortunes of time.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
Author: Max Ehrman (1872-1945)
This is my Bible, and I believe these words are appropriate now more than ever.
There is a myth that the Desiderata poem is centuries old, found in an old church in Baltimore in 1692 and of unknown origin. In fact, the poem was written by Max Ehrman in Terre Haute, Indiana, sometime during the 1920's (possibly as early as 1906) and copyrighted in 1927.
Sunday, February 23, 2020
From the Dreamscape
The apocalypse was upon us and we had sought shelter in an abandoned wooden structure. This is where we met, Brian Cox (the Professor, that is) and I.
Over several days we used our brains (of course) and cunning to survive in a ruined world. Quickly, a bond grew and something sparked between us.
It wasn’t long before Brian popped the question, “Do you think we will ever understand the origin of mass in the universe, or discover the nature of dark matter?”
Ah, the dreamworld; veritable fodder for the imagination.
And a right nod to the Professor, a very smart man.
Over several days we used our brains (of course) and cunning to survive in a ruined world. Quickly, a bond grew and something sparked between us.
It wasn’t long before Brian popped the question, “Do you think we will ever understand the origin of mass in the universe, or discover the nature of dark matter?”
Ah, the dreamworld; veritable fodder for the imagination.
And a right nod to the Professor, a very smart man.
Thursday, January 02, 2020
Taking A Cue
I heave a big sigh.
It is good to be back, but the early January black dog is round for its annual visit. I will embrace that dark being until it is time for the light to return.
The whirlwind of the Holiday Season has left and I am what remains; a bit scattered and worn. Jenny has left once more for her life in Vancouver. Bob has chosen to move on to beneath a his own set of eaves, and is in the process of boxing his belongings and gradually setting up his new home. Beth is doing her best to help her aging and recently widowed mother-in-law. I support and wish Beth all the best with the positive changes she is making in her life.
This being said, I have a need to do more writing; getting the thoughts and words swirling about in my head onto paper, so to speak. I enjoy the relative privacy and the quietness of this space compared to the noisy and busy places of popular social media, those pages of which are bombarded by such things I do not necessarily need, or need to know.
So, here it is. I have taken the cue and followed in the footsteps of two dear friends back to these pages. Thank you Anne-Marie and Gina! I hope to meet with others in this place, as well.
It is good to be back, but the early January black dog is round for its annual visit. I will embrace that dark being until it is time for the light to return.
The whirlwind of the Holiday Season has left and I am what remains; a bit scattered and worn. Jenny has left once more for her life in Vancouver. Bob has chosen to move on to beneath a his own set of eaves, and is in the process of boxing his belongings and gradually setting up his new home. Beth is doing her best to help her aging and recently widowed mother-in-law. I support and wish Beth all the best with the positive changes she is making in her life.
This being said, I have a need to do more writing; getting the thoughts and words swirling about in my head onto paper, so to speak. I enjoy the relative privacy and the quietness of this space compared to the noisy and busy places of popular social media, those pages of which are bombarded by such things I do not necessarily need, or need to know.
So, here it is. I have taken the cue and followed in the footsteps of two dear friends back to these pages. Thank you Anne-Marie and Gina! I hope to meet with others in this place, as well.
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