I have a great many interests. Among them is writing poetry, taking photo's, the practice of T M and following a druid like path. What I am not nor have I ever been is subservient or fanatical. In the true sense of the term I am a free thinking person.
Tuesday, 20 June 2017
No Apologies
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
France: Canine Casualty
Sunday, 30 August 2015
HUNGARIANS fail to remember !
1,400 Hungarians were given a welcome marked with orchestra, Danish pastry and flowers when they arrived in Denmark after the uprising against the communist regime in 1956. They were the first official refugees and perhaps the best received refugees in the history of Denmark.
Every minute eight people leave everything behind to escape war, persecution or terror.
Sunday, 18 January 2015
My birthday Jan 9th
So I gave over my day and published something quite different to what I had planned. A reasonable amount of time has now passed and so I shall rekindle my thoughts.
On this birthday I became 72 years of age, although to be quite honest I am not convinced, of whether I am 27 or 72 because I actually feel like 35 and sometimes a bit younger.
When I look in the mirror, which is not very often as I gave up shaving long ago, I wonder to which of my ancestors do I resemble. There is no answer and no photographs of either my father or his father at seventy-two for both died in their mid fifties.
Their age of passing influenced me greatly, leading me to decide in my early forties, to plan a life style change which would remove stress and give me the experience of total freedom. I chose this path in case I too had an early demise and so I retired early, in my forty-eighth year.
Life always throws up challenges and ironically within a few weeks of moving to my rural retreat, along came a entrepreneur who asked me to design an a piece of equipment for him - I stuck to my plan however and denied him, as did others and to my knowledge his idea never came to fruition.
I did though make a return to employment - though not as a design engineer as I was previously, this time it was in Development Education as a Facilitator, a position that I greatly enjoyed and brought me into contact with some very interesting people. Folk who actually care and work towards improving the social and living conditions of people in our impoverished and mutilated world.
The above paragraph above brings me back as to why I published a comment from a former editor Philippe Val of Charlie Hebdo and why from time to time this blog highlights issues that disturb me greatly.
Thursday, 30 January 2014
Pete Seeger R.I.P
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ha1vhK1S1ao
Friday, 15 November 2013
Into the Heart of ISIS
Official announcement on behalf of the Fellowship of Isis from Cressida Pryor, Olivia's niece, Caroline Wise and Linda Iles of FOI Central website. Sad news for the Fellowship and the wider Goddess community in the world, 96 years of age Olivia died 14th November on Thursday night at 9.15pm. It was peaceful and she had her family with her. Her family ask that their privacy is respected at this time. A really great and original figure has left us, Many blessings.
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Life The Stage
Photo is The Minack Theatre CornwallMy Blog this week I have called Life the Stage, it is really about death and of how life's perceptions can change. The subject of death hardly ever gets an airing and is rarely discussed most likely because of our conscious fear, regardless of the fact that it is a journey that we all must undertake and from which there is no escape.
Earlier this week I was conversing with a friend about life, its mysterious intricacies, the paths that we have walked that have somehow led us to where we are now. To have the circle of friends that we have now, yet each of us started out in different places on the planet at different dates.
As individuals our lives contain experiences that shaped us and these continue, through some remarkable events or an event in our separateness that brought us all together. This does make me wonder is life accidental or are we living to a pre arranged script ?
Perhaps the poem below will clarify for you the words that I have left unsaid above, even though you may need to read the poem more than once.
Life the Stage
The living dreams of life
stay curious in minds that sleep
As we thespians play out
unwritten lines from a script.
A mystery in waxed footfalls
the rugged stage stumbles players
To shout aloud ‘accident’
unaware of the plot.
That pain creates character.
Babes whimper in hungry winds
starved of words that feed
The editors press with love
that which parents fumble to create.
A continuous dramatic comedy
ever changing scenes unheralded
Through time and space the acts
receive no applause or curtain calls.
For thespians are the critics unpaid
as unborn babes queue as audience
Impatient for a part on the stage.
© MRL 1983





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