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A Trio of Shorties: Photographs

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Cold at Notgrove.   Being Brave To look into the dark eyes of your soul and examine existence up close. To be prepared to ride the moving staircase of possible consequences. To undestand pain and joy are  two sides of the  same coin. To realize your future may be guarded by memories from the past. To continue to gaze at stars, catching rainbows in your mind whilst deepening that inward smile. Ck 20/02/'21 👴👴👴👴👴👴 Courtesy J.E. Lockdown Da y Bruised and battered; but not completely shattered, without too much delay I roll out of bed to face the day. Porridge, fruit and numerous pills satisfy all my medical ills. Something to do? Oh ,yes wait I’d better check the day and date. Check the calendar and give an ironic Hurray, I’ve drawn a blank - It’s another Lockdown Day! Ck 13/02/'21 👴👴👴👴👴👴 Holiday Pods and Barns on the horizon  Lent Season Though I may fail and oft repent whilst anymore than two  is a crowd. I will try during the month of Lent not t...

Poem, Prose and Skies

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  Self-Portrait The Old Tree The wind of despair blew around the old tree. He looked forward to the re-assurance  of the Sun , warming  his gnarled bark These days he felt closer to his roots than his ageing branches. He longed, with a sigh for the short- lived vitality of blossom, where he felt pride and joined Cherry, Pear and Apple in a wavy cascade of colour These days, he looked at admiration at Chloe Cherry, who had reached a crown of maturity, within a few Season’s turn., whilst Arthur Apple and Pam Pear seemed a little reluctant to grow many rings. These days it was good to reach out with his root tendrils to Chloe; Arthur and Pam and share a bit sap with them. This day the Old Tree was shutting down for Winter and living with the wisdom of his ring memories. He would try to grow upwards when Spring arrived.                                             ...

Sunsets: Poems: Wise Words.

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  Each Sunset marks the end of a day and the beginning of tomorrow Each day should be exited with Grace; then each new Sunrise should be entered with a sense of thankfulness. They are blessings indeed. Sunset Boulevard A vividness. A moment of knowledge, beguiling at times. A wonderment, or merely unnoticed. Like life. Waiting for the spark. Embracing the flames; then drenched by rain. Tonight how will the Sun set ? Ck19/01/'21 🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞   Spanish photos , Courtesy J.E. Other from Gloucestershire Courtesy K.B. 🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞 Bee-Have Yourself Fallen leaves on ground and cups testify to the harmony of small things helping Nature’s ambition to create difference. The cake rises to the mixture. The rivet builds the ship, whose anchor needs the chain to hold. And a solitary Bee plucks nectar from the lavender  and whispers, with glee “ Gaia works for me. “ Ck. 15/01/’21 🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞 Wise Words. If Henry Ford asked people what they wanted. They would have said " Fas...

Personal Mantras: Wise Words: Views

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Personal Mantras   Don't just ponder Get up and wander. Don't throw  spanners into your good manners. Change your mood don't sit and brood. Put on your bravest face  and keep smiling with good grace. If you have good vital signs get out there and ring those chimes. No need to dwell you're  looking swell. Personal pride means there is no need to snide. C''mon up and face the day don't let those dreams runaway. Up that slope you must ascend there is no hill that never ends. All mine except the  last one above  adapted from a Maasai proverb. Please add more of your own. 💂💂💂💂💂 " Whispers can be more powerful than shouting. "          Greta Thurnberg. 💂💂💂💂💂 Beech trees begin to colour. At the cusp of Winter. Bears on a wall. 💂💂💂💂💂 and finally: "there's a crack in everything; that's how the light gets in." Father John Misty from ' Anthem' WiFi for now, Ck.

Season's End: Wise Words:Poem

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  Season's End Now we come to the season's end. The passion of Summer has fallen  away. Before the Winter's cold begins descending; gentle Autumn will hold her sway. From green to brown, from blue to grey. From chinos to cords; from panama to fedora . The days shorten and do not stay. In sunlight the golden leaves effect an aura. What mortal tale does mother  nature fortell? Dying in glory and pausing 'till Spring doth amend. An eternal circle causing our hopes to swell. Perhaps for all,   there will be, no season's end . Ck 25/09/'20 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 Wise Words. " Never approach a bull from the front;     a horse from the rear; or a fool     from any direction."     From motto on ' Best Western' restaurant .      taken from "  Travels on the healing road."      by Neil Peart 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 Sunrise in Spain ( courtesy J.E. ) 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 And finally: If it rains and is light look for Rainbows. If it rains and ...

Sojourner:Wise Words:Poem

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  Sojourner Like a mountain stream,  my years cascade by as   I watch seasons with increased momentum, dissolve around me. The ageing process marks  my stay here. Its lines and defects are compensated by memories from my past life; ever sharper the further back I probe. I hope to tarry a little longer  as m y pneuma is still strong and although pathways are often strewn with garbage and  misdirection, I struggle onwards to  reach the eternal goal and complete life's circle. Ck. 03/09/'20 📰📰📰📰 Wise Words.  " They say, as you gain a certain vintage, time sheds its boots and puts on trainers." 'The Major.' 📰📰📰📰   This Holly Tree  was covered in berries. Are we in for a hard winter, as the sages say? A final roll of the die from 2020. We shall see. WiFi for now, Ck.

Pneuma: Wise Words

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  Pneuma The summit is  lower, the hill has less gradient. Rough ground  a trial,   needing  a firm push  on the   walker   to attain forward motion. Yet my desire has not wavered. Locomotion may be slower, but the peaks remain in my mind. Within me my pneuma is strong. The branch bows towards the earth; but the trunk is strong and weathers the hurt awaiting new growth. In the stream the level  has fallen, but the spirit is unquenched, knowing precipation will restore the flow. Breathing hard and blown by winds we continue on our paths, following the light to that final sunset. C.k. 27/08/'20 (Thanks  to L.A. group  Tool for introducing me to Pneuma - the title of their excellent recording.) ( Courtsey J.E.) 🌆🌆🌆🌆 Wise words from Lauren Bacall: " Imagination is the highest kite that   one can fly." 🌆🌆🌆🌆 WiFi for now, C.k.