Trip to the Park

I went to Brighton to meet a friend for coffee yesterday, we met at Preston Park. It’s only a few weeks since I was there but the change is immense. I really enjoyed walking around, talking to the flowers as I do ūüėČ

Summer has arrived in the UK this week and I’m loving it.

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A thirsty tree
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Running Water

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I took quite a few photos, some individual flowers I might use in posts but wanted to show you the beauty of my walk.

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A Temporary Stay

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I’m renting at the moment, it’s temporary. I’m renting a flat while I take a breather, plan for the future and set myself up, but it’s certainly temporary.

Life is temporary, we are here for just a while and yet our spirit is infinite, our spirit continues long after this life. We travel through many lives, what seems to us a lifetime is just a temporary stop off, like another lesson in school. We enter the classroom, absorb what is being taught, store it somewhere, gather our things and go onto the next lesson.

I like the flat I’m renting, it’s new, modern and spacious. I’m on the balcony at the moment, I just love having an outside space. I don’t like the town of Worthing, it’s not my sort of place, the people are not my people, it’s hard to explain but Brighton is more my vibe. Brighton is full of interesting people, vibrant, weird and wonderful. I can find stimulating conversations on every corner, art and music are just a stones throw and the food choices are huge. I tried to find a good bakers today, I’ll go into Brighton tomorrow and while I’m there, I’ll go to Infinity Foods and stock up on essentials.

We could be born anywhere, each time a different place or keep returning to the same place time after time. I think we are involved in choosing but we might also be drawn back for reasons, unfinished business or to continue a lesson. We might stay up to a hundred years, maybe longer, often shorter but it is still only temporary compared to continued existence of the soul.

I can cope with living in Worthing, I have space and I need space, I’m minutes from the sea and the beaches are not covered with tourists. The sea smells of seaweed and not beer and candy floss, that’s certainly a plus. I am fourteen miles from Brighton and can go in any time I need a fix, my son lives in Brighton.

If we look at life as temporary and break it down into parts, we can see it is all temporary. The good times and the bad, nothing lasts forever and it’s good to make the best of what we have for as long as we have it because the tides will change and another lesson will present itself. Each time life presents us with challenges, welcome them and know they are temporary, that they are there to teach us and they won’t last, brighter days are just around the next bend.

Temporary

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Swarm

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The crowds all swarm to the seaside,

the trains are full to the brim.

Then some head down on the road,

as taking the new car for a spin.

The parking is quite atrocious here,

it’s much cheaper to get the train.

By the time you get a parking space,

it is time to head home again.

There’s new oil in the fryers today,

potatoes are pealed and ready. 

The queue is right out the chippy,  

but it’s going quick and steady.

The seagulls are waiting expectantly,

as they love a portion of chips.

Swarm down on the unsuspecting,

you have to eat them up quick.

There’s a¬†murmuration of starlings,

it’s another swarm if you like.

Until they settle down on the old pier,

when all head home for the night.

Daily Post – Swarm

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Pets of Preston Manor

On my walk today I went to Preston Manor Garden. ¬†It’s a small garden off of Preston Park and connected to the old manor house. ¬†Along the walls of the garden are the graves of a number of pets, I can only assume from the old manor house. ¬†It’s weird seeing tiny gravestones for animals, but I get that we love our pets and welcome them into our homes so why not I suppose. ¬†Anyway these are really old so I thought I would share with you here as another part of my walk today.

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Our Darling Punch 1878

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There where quite a few more than this, I can only imagine the family that lived here loved their pets.

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Venus hanging from the Moon

The other evening I walked around town chasing the moon.  Venus was positioned underneath and it looked like she was hanging from an invisible thread.

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The moon and venus over Brighton Pavillion

I was mesmerised and kept it in sight, trying to get a decent shot on my phone which was more or less impossible.  A sure reminder for me to get a decent camera at some point!

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Where on Earth 

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Royal Pavillion, Brighton, England

 

Where are you right now,

while working on your blogs,

are you in bright sunshine,

or is it more like fog.

Resting on a great big yacht,

or in a coffee bar, 

waiting in a traffic jam,

sitting in your car.

It’s interesting to think about,

while I write mine here,

I’m guessing on some of you,

others not so clear.

What influence on where you live,

is in your writing now,

is the environment inspiring,

if so please tell me how.

What about the time of day,

it’s lunchtime here for us,

guessing some might be in bed,

or doing other stuff.

I find it quite fascinating,

to think where you might be,

of course in some pictures,

it’s very clear to see.

So tell me in the comments,

let some others know,

we might be nearer than we think,

so lets have a go ¬†ūüėČ

 

Written as a fun response to the daily prompt word – Waiting

It would be good to find out where people are, where my blog is read and where the blogs I read are written. ¬†It’s fascinating to find out what influences us, environment, weather, literature, culture, religion etc.

How wide is my blogging community?

 

 

Clumsy-DP


In Brighton there’s a nudist beach, 

for all to just go and be.

If your into taking your clothes off, 

so other folk can see.

It’s not my sort of pleasure, 

I’d rather cover up.

I’m getting on in years now, 

I’m not such a young pup.

I don’t like to go down there, 

I rather not walk by.

But it’s okay as there’s a pile of stones 

and I keep my eyes to the sky. 

But the other day I tripped right up, 

when I was collecting stones.

I had my eyes cast downward, 

then into that place I did roam.

When I looked up I had a shock, 

nude bodies was all I could see.

I shut my eyes so fast again, 

clumsy, clumsy me!