Friday, 6 December 2019

HALLUCINATION !







In a moment of haste I deleted A Herons' View.  That decision was probably caused by a cocktail of drugs that was administered to me by the anaesthetist prior to a procedure in a prominent Dublin hospital.

Never in my life have I ever been quite so stoned for such a long time, the hallucinations seemed to go on for hours on end and only truly ceased when Mrs H called in a friend to give me an extended reflexology treatment.

Oh bless their cotton socks! That really did work by returning me back to planet earth very quickly.

I mentioned my experiences to my GP who laughed out loud and said "Well Mel that's because we keep the best for ourselves !"

I suppose one good thing did come about though. I posted my stash of pipe tobacco to a friend - minus my pipe which I have been unable to locate - so that is the end of my pipe smoking days.

My treatment is not yet finished and I can foresee several visits more which I will try to keep a handle on without acting so rashly in the future.

Sunday, 17 November 2019

HOSPITAL

I shall be missing for awhile as am going into hospital for a procedure on my bladder,
hopefully my stay there will not be a long one.

The one good thing is that I have neither pain or discomfort, it seems very strange to write that because I have always assumed that patients have too feel poorly.

Well my friends be good to yourselves and to the strangers that you meet on the road.

All the very best to you !

MY APPRECIATION TO ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE LEFT ME A COMMENT DOWN BELOW !

All that I can say at the moment is that investigations are on going and that apart from feeling a little tired at times I am without pain.


Tuesday, 29 October 2019

Science : of Governance


Westminster Storms 

Found this on social media and thought it amusing.

Oxford University researchers have discovered the densest element yet known to science.
The new element, Governmentium (symbol=Gv), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.
These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called pillocks.
Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact.
A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.
Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2 to 6 years.
It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganisation in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.
In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganisation will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.
This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.
This hypothetical quantity is referred to as a critical morass.
When catalysed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium (symbol=Ad), an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium, since it has half as many pillocks but twice as many morons.

Sunday, 27 October 2019

ON SECOND THOUGHTS


TOBY my faithful companion


On second thoughts I have decided to keep the blog going, in spite of Google restricting and curtailing my democratic rights to comment on other peoples blogs. Nor am I going with some peoples' advice to put google chrome on top of Apple's Catalina operating system or any other alternative programme. In similar vein am not moving over to Wordpress either, for no other reason other than my stubbornness.

I guess that I am making a silent return on this lovely sunny October day, sitting as I do near the window and today, looking up into a clear blue cloudless sky while a slight breeze gently trembles the leaves. The sight of this brings peace into the core of my being.

'Peace' at the core of our being is a very precious state to be in. So very subtle that it is hard to attain and also to maintain for very long. I know that some people see this state as being part a religious experience, I know for instance that the Dalia Lama mentions it as a being a mind-body-soul state, however, the word 'soul' rips me up somewhat for I am not a religious person and think the experience is that of mind-brain-body.

None of the above matters very much or is of any importance to anyone but my self they are merely words rolled into sentences and punctuated for ease of your understanding the thoughts of a complicated person.

Well until the next blog post I wish you all peace.

It seems now that I cannot even reply to comments ! so I will use this page to thank Debra for her kindly one.

Thanks Cat sorry about not getting visits or notifications of them. I must point out that Ireland is an independent state and is not in part of the UK or the Commonwealth. We are though a member of the EU and happy to be so.

Kris : May thanks for your kind words !

Lettice: I note that we have/had similar problems, pity that Google is so large that they cannot rectify the situation.

Vallypee: Thank you for your kind offer which I will take up.





at 17:22


Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Self Portrait

I don't believe that I have ever shared with you that my first love was painting and that at various times in my life I have been quite prolific. During the in-between times my mind was wholly taken up with poetry which filled and satisfied my being.

Creative poetry now seems to have left me high and dry once again ! So I have now returned to my first love once more and have set myself up in our spare room.


In the background are my glass paintings which provide a screen between two rooms.



Here is a replenished supply of my oil painting tools, the tin lid in the foreground is my palette.
I don't believe in wasting money on fancy equipment apart from 
my Peterson pipe and baccy of course - both very necessary to me!



Here is my painting, after twenty-five years of being in the doldrums. 
This is my first ever attempt at a self portrait (minus glasses and wrinkles of course - wink!) 
The background is Co. Clare where we recently holidayed.

Please let me know your opinions in the comments section.

Wednesday, 5 December 2018

NOCTURNAL ADVENTURES



I am not in my studio today. Waiting for the paint to dry is an excuse for feeling lazy, due perhaps to my nocturnal travels.

There is a portal in the bedroom that I enter that allows me to visit other realms of life. Last night's journey was to faery and I had some wonderful adventures with those special folk. We went to a hurling match which was quite violent at times, almost like a faery war but not. Did you know that outside of the arena they play their fiddles for the sole purpose of encouraging and enlivening the hurlers ? That was news to me.

After the match I made my way home via a coastal route that took me close to the sea where I saw an old chap fishing with his pole, dressed in colourful clothes and wearing a wooly cap. I think he felt a bit shy because as I watched the colours of his clothing started to fade until all that was left of him was a black outline that pulsated once or twice and then was gone for good.


The fisherman did appear again later and this time he was just an outline of himself sitting precariously (I thought) on a very thin, twiggy branch of a blackthorn tree. This time I avoided staring at him for any length of time in case he took fright again. 

My journey ceased near a mound not too far from where I live and very soon I was back in bed and sound asleep.

So What did you do before sleep
last night ?

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Shorelines

This is my five-hundredth blog post and the last photos of our recent holiday
on the West coast of Co Clare.


It would be fair to title this photo 'Ancient and Modern'.
In the foreground is the traditional curach which has been in use for centuries 
by the inshore fishermen of Ireland.



Modern lobster and crab pots made of steel.
My eye was caught by the high trees, so close to the shore, an unusual sight
in this part of Clare for you can travel for miles without seeing any at all.




The glorious limestone of the Burren dominates all 
and provides an eye stopping backdrop.



The small harbour of Ballyvaghan and a large old anchor




The houses of Ballyvaghan seem to cling to the shore for survival, 
squashed as they are between the Burren hills and the sea.



Further along the coast is Fanore beach with its sand dunes. 
I imagine that it may be a good place to fish with a rod and line 
given the right conditions.



In the foreground are the feeding grounds of sea birds as well as herons and egrets.
The rocky isles are almost totally covered by the high tides each day.




Night falls slowly and the sea has a particular look about it 
that says winter is not far away.




The ever-present elements of wind powered waves crash upon coastal rocks
to shape the land that we call home.

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and please leave me a comment for it is nice know who has visited.





Monday, 12 November 2018

TRANQUILITY

This blog has returned to normal, well whatever normal is... This blog is a continuation of our holiday in Co. Clare and the photos are those that were taken in the early morning immediately after my first nights sleep in a strange bed. A single bed at that, which in itself felt strange, not having the comfortable companionship of a sleeping partner immediately next to me. 



The dawn light breaks lovingly through in the eastern sky.



On the horizon the low fog and the sea reflects the dawn lights.
And all is tranquil.



Looking to the northeast-ish.





Our holiday home and the replaced Bentley catches the early light.


Long shadows are cast upon the ground, typical for the time of the year.


The small harbour of Ballyvaghan with its fishing boats sit silently shrouded under 
Cappanwalla and Gleninagh Moutains of The Burren.




Later that day we visited an Arts and Crafts Exhibition where Jane met a local artist Helen Lowe.
 It turned out, unknown to me, that they are Facebook friends ! 


There are more photo's to share with you because I really do want to show case
this part of Ireland with you all.

Monday, 5 November 2018

The un-coffined ones.



I had a strange experience when we were taking a late summer holiday in Ballyvaghan in Co.Clare. One clear, sunny day I sat looking at the sea at high tide, the only movement was from the waves as they ended their journey and gently touched the shore.

I became aware that there were lines of greyish-white floating on the water. As I looked more carefully I saw it was script and could make out names, numbers and even the names of ships in some of the lines.

The majority of names were foreign ones, though mingled between them were the more recognisable Irish and British names. Nearly all of these names had numbers, such 23,16, 78 and 52 next to them which I presumed were ages. In some cases names of ships also followed. 

Hundreds and hundreds lines of names were floating towards the shoreline and disappearing in the slight foam as it touched the beach.
This vision went on without stopping for an hour and a half, until I just had to take a break and go indoors for a cup of coffee and biscuit where I shared my experience with my companion.

About an hour later I returned to the car for a pipe of tobacco. 
Surprisingly my earlier ‘vision’ was still there, the script was identical in style although the names were different.

The next day when I looked at the sea at high tide the vision was still there only this time, 
I was unable to decipher the language for it was written in an oriental language similar to Chinese Hanzi.
My conclusion is that my vision showed the names of people who had been drowned at sea and whose bodies were never recovered. 

Water has memory, an idea first propounded by Samuel Hahnemann, a 18th-century German doctor and then debunked by scientists of the day and sadly by some today.
However, in the 1980’s Dr. Jacques Benveniste proved that water does indeed have memory. Unfortunately Dr. Benveniste died before any awards could be made but Prof. Luc Montagnier, Nobel Prize Laureate, has taken on the formidable task of following the pioneering work of Beneviste.  Once again it has been proven that water has the ability to reproduce the properties of any substance it once contained.  In other words - water has memory.

Back to my vision - what then caused me to see this?
I have no answer, nor do I know if others have had the same experience.
This experience did lead me to construct a poem from my vision 

The Un-coffined Ones

I watched in awe a million names drift ashore
grey white words floating on waves
To become absorbed gently on the foreshore
and beached at last for evermore.

Written in old unused script
names foreign unknown
from long ago and yesterday
The lost un-coffined ones.

Pedro, Sebastian, Antonio
Jon- Marie, Roberta, Siobhan
To name but a few
Names of the lost dead

Mourned and perhaps still loved
beneath the waves they lie deep
In the oceans depths untouched
No flowers for their graves.

© MRL November 2018

Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Different Views

I really had to take a photo of the Heron hunting for food !

The poor quality of the photo above is because I was too lazy to use the tripod... 
and perhaps over fed.


LINANNE'S BAR at New Quay, Co. Clare.


This is my favourite Bar and Seafood Restaurant and so popular that the best time to visit to be sure of getting a table is in the winter on a weekday lunchtime.




Sea fresh lobsters stuffed with prawns are my favourite and if unavailable then I can recommend their seafood pie which is also delicious. 
Washed down fifteen minutes afterwards with a pint of Guinness!




The Russell Gallery - http://www.russellgallery.net

A truly amazing place to wander around and see a great variety of arts & crafts.

There a great many very attractive and skilful paintings there, a few of which I would have brought home had we the wall space. 

One in particular, entitled 'Not all who wander are lost' by Roland Byrne 
really caught my eye - follow this link and see for yourselves.




I love this old building which is so full of character and as well as the gallery it also has a small bistro that sells a wide range of organic wines with delicious dishes. 
Mine choice was their Antipasto which I did great justice to, not a crumb was left.
 I can also recommend their great coffee.




Reflecting on reflections.

Mrs H took this amazing photo of me looking out of the widow of our holiday home.



Here she is again beachcombing.





My good self with the amiable Toby.

I took dozens of photo's during our holiday and have lots tales about
our fun times too; so as they say watch this space for there is more to come !