Dangerous liasons

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What makes you nervous?

Falling trees and potholes. Just the thoughts, images, or news of these things make me nervous. Don’t know where that fear comes from, but here we are.

There is something else, too…

Next door has been vacated, and the property is up for sale. That, of course, brings a certain amount of anxiety. I’ve waited a long time for the absolute peace and freedom I have now.. it only takes a human or two to wreck everything, eh?

What has sent me spiralling is that one person, especially looking at it, is someone who can not hold a lie until the end of a short conversation. I really value authenticity, and even a degree of unhingement is okay with me, but folk who are compulsively untruthful…. Mmm

Edit, next day. It occurred to me in the middle of the night I meant to day sinkholes….but potholes aren’t very nice either 😆

The wonderful Emily Dickinson

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How do you unwind after a demanding day? – Poetry does it for me, thank you WP.

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
  The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
  At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—
  That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
  Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
  That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
  Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
  And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
  Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
  As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart

By Emily Dickinson ( 1830~1886)


 

Forget-me-not

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How do you use social media? – A hijacked post today, WP. A tad weary and without my Creative’s hat on. I shall post the words of another. With thanks for the space.

If you forget me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

By Pablo Neruda (1904~1973)

Shiny happy people

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Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

I’ve just got in from the supermarket. There is hardly a cloud in the oh so blue sky. It’s a bit chilly, but it hasn’t dampened the spirit of the great British public.

It’s Sunday, so the vibe is pretty good anyway with some people off work. But the sunshine has nailed it, and the atmosphere is light.

Out come the shorts and the flip flops. Crates of beer, stuff for the barbie, it was all happening in the store today. And the drive home was lovely, lambs running around, greenery in the hedgerow, and I just passed a little lad in his dinasour costume 🌞

Bond St

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Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

An elderly lady approached me on the busy London street. Her arm outstretched, a small posy of heather, tied with a thin lilac ribbon, in her hand.

I was her target and she wasn’t going to miss it. It made me smile. Sure, I’d buy it from her, quietly hoping she wouldn’t insist on fleecing me.

She was under five feet tall, and her navy woollen coat swamped her. He blue felt hat limp from the rain. She looked up under the rim and our eyes met. Hers watery and blue, but they sparkled still.

I asked her name, and she told me Roma, I introduced myself. The footfall was heavy that day, it could have been a Monday morning, but just for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the street.

I have no recollection of what we spoke about.But I do recall vividly being in her presence for a few minutes that day, so many years ago.

Edit… The moment I published this, I did remember one thing she said to me…and that  was I would write about her one day …whoa!

Living and learning

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Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

At first glance, I thought the DP today was better answered by the younger bloggers.Perhaps those who had made fewer descions in life and would easily pick out one or two of note.

I was thinking to myself, crikey, I’ve made so many descions over the years, good and bad how do I pick one? And then one did come to mind.

Distance learning, I’ve done quite a few now, some of them taking 18 months to complete-and that was taking it seriously  and getting on with it.

So, yes, I’ll go with that. Final answer, distance learning.

Yawn

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What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

The thing is, WP, there are plenty of undesirable places on Earth – totally ruined by humans, of course. Lots of beautiful countries have been destroyed and their people fled. It is a sad state of affairs. Just a handful of men could affect so many in such devastating ways. Criminal.

So I shall just choose one that didn’t do it for me when I visited. Norway, the limited biodiversity bored me senseless – and that is coming from someone who never gets bored.

The company wasn’t much better 😂