From the Heart
I love to watch this family of swans. Mum has had seven babies this year but they are growing fast, as big as their parents. I followed them home down the canal last night and I think got some lovely shots. I love the fact that they have days out, heading off down the canal and into town where I’m sure they know they’ll get fed and back home to their nest at the end of the day.
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So the world is ending again on Saturday, well it’s the rapture anyway so they say. Some of us will be lifted to heaven in the ascension and the rest left here on earth to perish.
I’m a follower of the world ending, I mentally prepare and make sure I’ve told everyone I love them every time. My son laughs and says ‘not again’, I laugh too as I know it’s a lot of rubbish but there’s always that ridiculous little doubt inside of me that says what if?
Being of rational mind, I’m not really falling for it. I don’t believe it will end in this way, not this Saturday anyway. Will the world ever really end, civilisation maybe, but I feel if there is an ending, Mother Nature will survive, she may rest a while, heal herself and recharge her energy but then she will grow up again to be as beautiful as she has ever been.
Sometimes I think we might be close, icecaps are melting and the weather is certainly stepping up a gear, we have lunatics as leaders and everyday egos are huge. But there is balance, in as much as there is a lot of shit in the world, there is also a lot of goodness, love seems to have made a revival. Science and spirituality are meeting on more even ground and talking to each other, connecting concepts and making links between what were once totally unrelated fields. It seems that science and spirituality really can fit on the same page.
Here’s the thing, if it was true that the world would end on a certain day in time, then there would be no point in getting things right, purpose would have no meaning. I can believe the world might end if we don’t make some drastic changes to how we look after it, but I don’t think that it will. We have choices, we go up the wrong path or the right one and if the world was always going to end there would only ever have been one path.
Our purpose or task here is to see where we fit into the world, not as individuals but as a collective force that can make a difference to everything there is and therefore everyone around us.
As for Saturday, I’ll be on my course sitting in a classroom absorbing what I’m being taught, I’ll need it for my future. I might leave the ironing until Sunday or maybe later but that’s just because I hate ironing!
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It could have been a glorious day,
the weather man said it could be.
A mild and sunny September day,
was so what I hoped I would see.
It could have been an Indian summer,
it’s what the papers bragged about.
But I’m picking up my big umbrella,
when I ever need to venture out.
It could have rained this morning,
but it waited until I opened the door.
It should have been a glorious day,
I can’t take this rain anymore.
But come later in the evening,
the sun popped his head from the sky.
It brought me a little light relief,
with a glorious and gentle goodbye.
The swans swam out to bask in it,
leaving the family on the bank.
I suppose for that special moment,
it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.
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Daily Prompt – glorious
I just know that I’ve been bitten,
but it’s weird it doesn’t sting.
It does not come from an insect,
but it has got under my skin.
I’ve been bitten by inspiration,
now itching to move ahead.
I’m able to look more clearly
on things I used to dread.
I’m inspired to move forward,
blurred vision is clearing up.
I see myself fulfilled at last,
I sup from the happiness cup.
The bite was right and timely,
as it woke me from my sleep.
From a nest of the imagined,
that, I do not want to keep.
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I’ve a penchant for a wine or two,
they call I wine o’clock.
But when the bottles opened,
I find it so hard to stop.
A penchant for a Spanish sausage,
but I don’t eat meat.
Can you really have a penchant,
for something you can’t eat.
I’ve a penchant for a fine car,
but mine is five years old.
A penchant to repeat again,
old stories that I’ve told.
I’ve a penchant for so many things,
I’m not sure they really count.
So let’s stick to my daily wine,
but forgetting the amount.
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I wouldn’t say that I disobey,
but I don’t do what I’m told.
I do what feels right to me,
in some things I’m very bold.
I stand up for what I believe,
and yes, I do speak my mind.
Then there’s things I let go,
as I always try to be kind.
I’m not a little wooly sheep,
nor will I ever fit into a box.
I’ll turn up when I want to,
I’m not a lover of clocks.
I wouldn’t say that I disobey,
I don’t always do the expected.
The life I have is mine to live,
though I will stand corrected.
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Peering through the window now,
I think of our yesterdays.
I can see the kitchen table laid,
it was under there I played.
I can see you pottering all alone,
a smile upon your face.
Knowing that I’d soon be home,
to this very special place.
I can smell the distant memories,
cake and homemade jam.
Looking to my childhood home,
from where my life began.
If I travel the whole wide world,
or to other planets further.
You’ll always stand as home to me,
you’ll always be my mother.
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I know that trees are living things, I love them, touch them, feel their energy and talk to them all the time, but this one stopped me in my tracks!
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In sympathy I’ll get you,
as I’ll understand and care.
With empathy I’ll feel you,
it’ll just like I’m there.
In sympathy I’ll acknowledge,
all the hardship on you.
In empathy I’ll know you,
I’ll be standing in your shoes.
I might imagine how you feel,
or at least I’ll try to.
Or I’ll know so very well,
you see my love I’ve been you.
In sympathy I’ll understand,
I’ll try to be very caring.
But when applying empathy,
it’s a personal understanding.
In sympathy I’ll recognise,
both your suffering and pain.
In empathy I’ll feel you too,
for you see I’ll feel the same.
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