does your magnificent energy now explore the spirals of history and future, are your questions answered and new mysteries found? i miss the calm of your balance, the tenderness of your caring, the stimulation of your mind. i miss you! until we meet again ...
remembered tonight, cold night scarf wound, collar turned up shoulders hunched against the chill the night country clear
stars bright against the black sky head tipped back,eyes drawn to heaven's artwork and i remembered you
i remembered summer nights creeping, suffocating heat i felt again the warmth of bricks where we would sit to catch the cool
i remembered an african sky your arm lifted,embracing the firmament showing, teaching, sharing your amazement at the wonder of the stars
seven long years of separation and i have learned to live without you the ache of missing, less probing perhaps until the act of memory brings you to my side
in my mind i lie star gazing my head at rest in your lap my heart at peace in your company in the seeping summer heat
the night chill bites memory fades into reality's background my eyes alone follow these stars i inhabit a world without you
i wear glasses. without them the world is a blur. warning for the innocent ... there is a wee drug called tamoxifen! 'they' use it for estrogen affected breast cancers, it has some really nasty side effects. my oncologist at the time, a man of great arrogance, did not bother to inform me of any of the possible consequences before i took the meds. when i complained that my formerly great eyesight was deteriorating at a rate of knots... he said... "hmmmm, well, that does sometimes happen, usually only in older people.! needless to say at the time i was mad as a snake. fortunately life goes on, we adapt or die.
damn, every time i say adapt or die, i remember p w botha (prime minister (1978–84) and first state president (1984–89) of South Africa) haranguing us vote carrying white south africans. his 'crossing the rubicon' speech i think the press called it. i don't remember the actual speech, just p w glowering,stabbing his finger at the camera and instructing us to 'adapt or die'. yeah, yeah, i know, but, south african politicians tended to be extremely paternalistic in the bad old days ...
yes people! you may well mutter ... "that reef is starting to write like a history lesson!) it happens, if you live long enough ... one day you wake up and realise ... "omg! i was alive in the olden days."
what was the point of this story anyway? ah yes...
yesterday, i went for an early morning walk - it does happen! the day was ... damp, scotch mist seeping through the village, dampening sound. now scotch mist, whilst not exactly being rain, is still quite wet. it wraps you in a mini cloak of cloud. my glasses don't have windscreen wipers, so ... i took them off. without my glasses my world is a monet like blur. still beautiful, definitely lacking definition. i send up a small prayer that i will not snob friendly fellow villagers due to my inability to focus!
at the south end of the village, between the shaley shore and the "king's arms farm" is a large pond. said pond is home to three beautiful swans and one lonely (?) heron. i have not seen the heron for many weeks, i though he/she might have left for warmer climes. yesterday, even without my glasses ...
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Mary Oliver
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” ~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
"There are too many people, and too few human beings." Robert Zend
"Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands, and then eat just one of those pieces."