Nothing Too See But Open Skies

I sometimes envy those who get to stand on the edge of a precipice, and only they themselves can judge whether or not they are going to plunge into a life changing spiral, say of career, location in their continent ect. Yes, I am kind of  envious of that state of mind ,or flux, the control one has over circumstances, and having the pure freedom of the possibility of change ahead.
  I remember the moment I found out my wife was pregnant against the odds, I was in Cornwall on holiday. I was so shocked at the sudden change of events we drove all the way home immediately, despite having two days holiday left. I just couldnt settle. All the way home I had a view of the full moon in my cars side mirror. That was a haunting experience, I guess it was the adrenalin. I shall never forget that all night drive home knowing nothing was going to be the same again. No, I wasn't happy then, but I knew what was required. It all felt out of control though in the moment, and that was quite exciting in a strange way.
  I guess the fact ive never moved about contributes to this rather silly, ill thought out fantasy, but it is a situation I guess due to my work and family ties I will never experience ( I hope, oddly. You know what I mean.. ). Ive spoken to people who have experienced life changing moments involving travel, and they tell me Im lucky to have not gone through such a thing, they often go on next to tell me that they envy my constant life rhythm. I guess whatever we don't experience we dream to try...

The Golden Blog: A startling discovery

The Golden Blog: A startling discovery: I found myself reading a book yesterday about the history of a valley near where I live called Grizedale . It was once a thriving place in ...

Of the Problem of Face Book and the World in General

" ...then Father Perdurabo laughed. But those disciples nearest him, wept seeing the Universal sorrow. Those next to them laughed, seeing the Universal joke. Below these certain laughed. Then others wept. Others next laughed. Next others wept. Next others laughed...

Last came those that wept because they could not see the joke, and those that laughed lest they should be thought not to see the joke, and thought it safe to act like Father Perdurabo.

But Father Perdurabo laughed openly. He also at the same time wept secretly; and in his self neither laughed nor wept. Nor did he mean what he had said. "  



O.K this is very deep to be linked to Face Book, but it captures how vastly perceptions vary from person to person, and how any statement made must not be taken too seriously, as peoples motives for their reactions or what they appear to say are not always straight forward by any means. This is particularly true in a crowd or even on Face Book I suppose...   : )

Moon Magic

Midsummer sun
In midnight Winter sky
Moonlight hangs heavy over these hills tonight
Ethereal silver mist dissolving all that's mundane
A fairy tale landscapes defining this dale 
Unseen things flitter seen barely from eye
Their unknown trajectory
From some other side

Rich velvet shadows float darkly, no sound
Childhood exuberance echoes around
An ordinary room conducts taps and those cracks
Sparkling with something that's trying to get back
To what and to where ?
Its deviations abound
Like rain on my window
A familiar sound


2014 /  My Poetry

Simon Webbe & Kristina Argentine Tango to 'El Tango De Roxanne'- Strictl...

   


O.K this as a strange one, well the fact I found myself sitting watching Strictly Come Dancing was strange to start with last Saturday night, as I never normally pay much attention to it. And then BOOM ! this archetypal dance ends with a move that appeared to me to be very much an imitation of The Hanged Man that appears in the Tarot card pack. Ive never had anything to do with the Tarot system myself, as I find the present challenging enough without adding any complications to my perceptions... anyway check out what happens at 1:35 and decide for yourself  !   

THE ALMIGHTY - Takin' Hold

     


" ..now the Woodstock nations the Pepsi generation, if kills me gotta find my salvation... "

The Fear

Some will have a vivid mental image of the life they aim for, or would want to live if it were possible. An ideal lifestyle. An ideal existence even. I do as well, but I also have a vision of the opposite; This is the fear that my life may have been but for the grace of God, like some that I see out there. You see some people just living empty dull existences, they are fat, lazy, have fat lazy children, eat junk all the time, drive dull cars, watch mindless T.V series, buy cheap clothes ect. You see them and they are totally unaware of how they live, and worst of all they will leave NOTHING behind of any use when they leave this planet. They will have consumed vast amounts of energy to produce nothing. Their lives will have been spent sleep walking from one calamity to the next. Can you imagine the horror of living like that and not even being aware of it ? To have even a hint of substance and style in your outlook, work or even personal possessions I feel is essential  somehow. Does that sound shallow heaping so much onto the meaning of worldly possessions ? Im no style guru for sure, but I find pleasure in simple, rugged quality items. Maybe Im in love with the idea of our higher selves being reflected in our lower ? Yes, that's it ! Nailed it !

As the days darken

Just how have we got here ? Really !  Ive danced a strange dance for years, in fact I danced so hard I lost all track of time, and Ive finally come to a halt in a sublime time. Nothing much excites me at the moment. Days are dark and short. Money is short as is passion for anything much. Im bouncing along on a tepid tide of nothingness, punctuated by dawn and dusk. I have no reason in anything and Im as flaccid as the mealy taste I have stuck in my mouth, the taste of a  corrupted digestion of the everyday things which many say should indeed be my saviours. Im haunted by the past and loss of times again. There is no equivalent replacement future.
    Its odd, a peak experience. Its not just the moments when you were experiencing your little victories, mostly it was how I felt in between these events. These in between times spanned weeks, but I felt the ecstasy all through these interludes, and maybe it was these interludes that charmed me the most, a kind of back ground peace of mind. I miss that heady feeling. Here's an excerpt from something I wrote a couple of years ago that sums it all up....


"  When he woke up the cold Autumn rain had cleansed the streets. It was time to leave the filthy terraced house for good. The final yellow leaves of Autumn were falling to the ground. They could not out number his tears. Black skeleton trees revealed them selves.
   The emptiness was over whelming. He missed the sea, the caves, the Summer moon, both half and full, the thunder, full clouds, the torrential rain. A snatched smile, a moment of magic fulfilled. He missed the pull of the tide.
   He had chased the dragon all Summer, and only when it lay down at his feet did he feel any resemblance of peace. No longer could he feel the luxury of submission. Recent victories seemed to have followed the lunar cycle, but he couldn't be sure... "


As the days shorten my mind narrows. It narrows down and down onto a singular emotion. This is dangerous, its also the essence of magic no less. Its my gift and my curse. Spring begins the ascent again, Autumn the bumpy descent, Winter the dull dream like state of unreality, the kaleidoscope of reality, but im churning on empty this year.

Sun V Moon

Quote of the week   "  Its not that time of the month, its that time of the day "