The Mind Nomadic

Wednesday, 1 February 2012


today is a fine, sunshine filled scottish day. on days such as this my smoke breaks are a lot more enjoyable. instead of cowering in whatever slighty dry sanctuary i am able to find, shoulders hunched against the wind blown drizzle...
on a day like today i seek out the open, the sun drenched, intent on soaking in my fair share of vitamin D and charging up my solar powered wrist watch.
whilst wandering i spotted a flat stone which for reasons known only to my sub concious, brought to my mind - hopscotch.
do kids still play hopscotch?
why was it called hopscotch? did the game originate in scotland?
i then spent several futile minutes attempting to remember how the game was played. i also attempted to hop, first on my right foot and then on my left foot. not as easy as my memory assured me it should be!
having provided the fellow residents of my apartment block with sufficient entertainment for the day i ground out my cigarette and ambled upstairs to my trusty lap top.
how did we manage before the internet?
i found the rules of hopscotch, a photograph of children playing the game in cuba where it is called pon and even a video "how to play hopscotch".
perhaps the local school children no longer actually play hopscotch? however, the game is not lost to history.
What a relief!

Thursday, 22 December 2011

winter warmth in other ways


 ahah ! bit of excitement in the over sixties community where i reside. wall cavity filling ... indeed!

many holes being drilled, noisily.
many workmen in overalls wielding the instruments required for wall cavity filling.
i guess i will be privileged to be even warmer than i already am. scotland can be cold but mostly we have this blanket of cloud cover to keep us moderately warmer than those who exist under clearer skies than ours.

still, i am reliably informed that i will save on heating costs and considering they are executing the procedure on the outer walls of  my apartment for free. solely due i believe, to my somewhat impecunious circumstances, well, who am i to say them nay!

Sunday, 20 November 2011

sunday, day seven

and i realize that i am somewhat neglectful when it comes to this particular blog. perhaps my mind is less nomadic than it once was?

no matter, it is indeed sunday, day seven. giving up smoking is one of my somewhat more irregular activities. i give up smoking for one reason only - money. unfortunately, i need the money i spend on cigarettes to do other things.
given a perfect (for me) world in which my bank account held sufficient funds for the varied and interesting uses i have for money ...
well, i would smoke till i choked!
yeah, yeah, i know, how bad it is for human beings to suck in carcinogen filled smoke into their lungs.
i am also fully aware of how bad us smokers smell to the smoke innocent world.
damn, of course i do, how many day sevens have i lived through!
by day seven i can sniff a smoker at fifty yards.

giving up smoking always seems like a good idea at the time. naturally the amount of time for which it seems like a good idea varies.
i have smoked since i was sixteen, that would be - not the recent past! i like smoking and i find it a comfort - who knows why.  the addiction of the body is fairly easy to beat. the addiction of the mind is another matter altogether!

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

happy birthday


never forgotten
in my heart, always ...

Friday, 4 November 2011

the bravehearts

the sea mist rolls across the irish sea
meandering,methodical and magical
our ailsa rises shrouded from the sea bed
dignified in delicately encroaching darkness
the solitary flashing lighthouse light
a warning or a beckoning bewitching beacon
calling the far away heart to come home
to rise to the inspiration of scotland's call
the wailing bag pipe sounds of blood and history
reminding those far travelled to distant lands
of hearth and home, of highlands and heather
the beauty of her, the enchantment, carried within
the generations lost to the lure of adventure
the exploration of far away places
excitingly exotic, enchanting the bravehearts
who carry within, the memory of a green land
grey days and beating rain, hot broth and baking bread
stone walls, two feet thick, our armour against nature
blessed spring sunshine, lovingly embracing green hills
where the nodding blooms of daffodils
burst vibrant sunshine yellow, scattered by the hand of God
the golden yellow stain of gorse, seeps and slides
across the hills of ayrshire, lighting the landscape
a promise of the pulse of summer, whispering
come home stranger, come home from outwith
breathe once more the hawthorne and the heather
soar with the eagles, follow the call of your blood
home to scotland's green shores and the pride of your history

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

tortoise trouble