Evening all - said the fool.
I spend some time reading to my children part of a short book that my mum wrote about being evacuated from London in the 2nd World War. Its an odd feeling, getting an insight into the life and mind of my mother when she was a child and reading that story to my own children.
It is a sad story in many ways. They are all so sad being taken away from their families and placed with strangers who, very often, did not welcome what seemed to be wild city kids. Sad too as a couple of the children are killed in accidents and others, including my mum and her sister are treated badly.
Fundamentally though, its a story of life, of children growing up and growing and above the horror and the hardship of the war. For my mum, me and my children, its a good story - we are all here to tell the tale and live the life.
Take care, Px
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
On the ramblings of a fool
"Evening all" said the fool thinking that his voice carried around all of the world.
There are times when things change - the weather ... and probably some other things too.
My kids are supposed to be trying to get to sleep - that is not what they are actually doing though. What they really want to do is to chatter and giggle - I don't blame them for that but I do want them to have had enough sleep so that their brains work well enough tomorrow.
Enough ramblings of a fool.
A week or two my Great Aunt Phyl died - I went to the service for her cremation and it was as enjoyable as these things can be. Several of her nearest and dearest gave accounts of her life and how they had enjoyed being with her.
I had only met Great Auntie Phyl a few times. I sent her a letter once, she replied telling me that she was Phyl and to ditch the fancy title. I loved her for that - she lived up to the image that I have had of her. The accounts of her life matched the fleeting glimpses of that life that I had seen - Phyl was an excellent person - an atheist, socialist with a big heart and love flowing over for her family and friends.
Definitely not the sort of person who would ever want to be on a pedestal - but certainly an inspiration and a life to watch and be pleased that people like that crop up and brighten the day.
So good on you Phyl - you are only in the memory now of the people who's lives you have touched but a good person's influence lives on through those people and everyone they come across.
Be the fish. Px
There are times when things change - the weather ... and probably some other things too.
My kids are supposed to be trying to get to sleep - that is not what they are actually doing though. What they really want to do is to chatter and giggle - I don't blame them for that but I do want them to have had enough sleep so that their brains work well enough tomorrow.
Enough ramblings of a fool.
A week or two my Great Aunt Phyl died - I went to the service for her cremation and it was as enjoyable as these things can be. Several of her nearest and dearest gave accounts of her life and how they had enjoyed being with her.
I had only met Great Auntie Phyl a few times. I sent her a letter once, she replied telling me that she was Phyl and to ditch the fancy title. I loved her for that - she lived up to the image that I have had of her. The accounts of her life matched the fleeting glimpses of that life that I had seen - Phyl was an excellent person - an atheist, socialist with a big heart and love flowing over for her family and friends.
Definitely not the sort of person who would ever want to be on a pedestal - but certainly an inspiration and a life to watch and be pleased that people like that crop up and brighten the day.
So good on you Phyl - you are only in the memory now of the people who's lives you have touched but a good person's influence lives on through those people and everyone they come across.
Be the fish. Px
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Lost and Unfound
I didn't hear a thing from that person that I tried to contact - shame.
Ho hum, life goes on.
I find that those nearest to me need support and yet I feel as if I might be as useful as a chocolate goose - whatever, I still seem to do some good and that is... good.
The more I dig into life the more I find about the effect of faith and belief on others - I begin to appreciate the value to others. That is, more than the "understanding" that I had, the plain fact that faith was of value like knowing that some people like cheese. I now begin to really see the power of it and begin to loose my disdain.
It is the faith itself that is of value - the faith in the right and the wrong.
So where does it go wrong?
Well, isn't that obvious?
Its when one person's faith says that another person's faith is wrong.
I wondered where the need for a psychological crutch came from - but perhaps we all have it. For some it is religious belief, or political dogma, or obsession with sport - for some we immerse ourselves in drugs and loud music.
My belief is that its is wise to choose a faith that exists within a context that provides for a good, fun and entertaining life that does not, by its strictures and restrictions, limit the enjoyment, fun and entertainment of others.
Thats hardly a new thought: the only thing prevented should be that which limits the freedom of others to act however they want provided they don't act in a way that limits the freedom of others to act however they want provided they eat ice cream and get into boppy music.
Enough extraordinary wisdom from me.
Take care flowers, Pxx
Ho hum, life goes on.
I find that those nearest to me need support and yet I feel as if I might be as useful as a chocolate goose - whatever, I still seem to do some good and that is... good.
The more I dig into life the more I find about the effect of faith and belief on others - I begin to appreciate the value to others. That is, more than the "understanding" that I had, the plain fact that faith was of value like knowing that some people like cheese. I now begin to really see the power of it and begin to loose my disdain.
It is the faith itself that is of value - the faith in the right and the wrong.
So where does it go wrong?
Well, isn't that obvious?
Its when one person's faith says that another person's faith is wrong.
I wondered where the need for a psychological crutch came from - but perhaps we all have it. For some it is religious belief, or political dogma, or obsession with sport - for some we immerse ourselves in drugs and loud music.
My belief is that its is wise to choose a faith that exists within a context that provides for a good, fun and entertaining life that does not, by its strictures and restrictions, limit the enjoyment, fun and entertainment of others.
Thats hardly a new thought: the only thing prevented should be that which limits the freedom of others to act however they want provided they don't act in a way that limits the freedom of others to act however they want provided they eat ice cream and get into boppy music.
Enough extraordinary wisdom from me.
Take care flowers, Pxx
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Meetings
I met my friend John last week: actually, thats only partially true. I met my friend John when we were both about 9 years old. And, I met my friend John again last week - we have met on many other occasions.
I gave John a hint where to find this blog; so far it has hidden itself extremely well in the evil web that when I looked at my "hits" I saw that there was one - the first for weeks - last week I must assume that John, clever bugger, did indeed find it. Given my hit rate he (you...) may be my only reader.
That - audience - is not a problem: Rambling is a problem. Over hill and dale I trudge barely getting any closer to saying what I intend to say at some point in this blog. Oh, delayed at the blog by a bog while I rambled lonely as a cow looking for a distant tent.
Anyway. John found an address for me of another friend from way back when (when?) - but this is the address of a long-lost friend. One with whom I lost contact 20 or more years ago. John is a nasty, horrid, evil, journo (John, if you are reading this then obviously I am refering to another John altogether who has been, up to this point, not mentioned) and has access to info that allows him to track down lost people.
This friend, who will for now, perhaps forever, remain nameless lives further along the coast. I sent him a postcard, he'll get it today. I wonder if he will get in contact. I'll let you (and you John) know.
Also, another friend who was not entirely lost, but was nonetheless unfindable has made more contact than usual. Someone that I had a big falling out with - offering a cooling in relations. Something that always seems a good idea to me.
Who knows - 2008 - a year for finding the things that we lost but did not know we had - like a cow trying to find a tent that she did not know was hers to have. I have never seen a cow in a tent - odd, both are so commonly found in fields.
Take care love bunnies.
Pxxx
I gave John a hint where to find this blog; so far it has hidden itself extremely well in the evil web that when I looked at my "hits" I saw that there was one - the first for weeks - last week I must assume that John, clever bugger, did indeed find it. Given my hit rate he (you...) may be my only reader.
That - audience - is not a problem: Rambling is a problem. Over hill and dale I trudge barely getting any closer to saying what I intend to say at some point in this blog. Oh, delayed at the blog by a bog while I rambled lonely as a cow looking for a distant tent.
Anyway. John found an address for me of another friend from way back when (when?) - but this is the address of a long-lost friend. One with whom I lost contact 20 or more years ago. John is a nasty, horrid, evil, journo (John, if you are reading this then obviously I am refering to another John altogether who has been, up to this point, not mentioned) and has access to info that allows him to track down lost people.
This friend, who will for now, perhaps forever, remain nameless lives further along the coast. I sent him a postcard, he'll get it today. I wonder if he will get in contact. I'll let you (and you John) know.
Also, another friend who was not entirely lost, but was nonetheless unfindable has made more contact than usual. Someone that I had a big falling out with - offering a cooling in relations. Something that always seems a good idea to me.
Who knows - 2008 - a year for finding the things that we lost but did not know we had - like a cow trying to find a tent that she did not know was hers to have. I have never seen a cow in a tent - odd, both are so commonly found in fields.
Take care love bunnies.
Pxxx
The Pace of My Blogging is Slowing With My Heart And My Over-USe Of Capital Letters
And a cow, as we so often say, is the winner of a distant tent.
This winter - following on from illness I had the great fun of some extensive dental surgury to fill holes left in my jaw 22 years ago when a bicycle and I had an arguement with the road beneath us - a road, ladies and gentlemen, which I do believe was speeding! Eeeek, the drilling, the injections, the pulling, grinding, drooling and scraping. Not nice.
What was nice was the care I recieved - the surgeon and 2 nurses. They seemed to understand the power of a gentle word and the lightest touch of a hand on mine. For me the joy of that contact was far more significant than the pain and displeasure of the horrid process itself.
Eeek stitches all around my teeth. It took me back to the time when I bashed my face in the first time. Stitches in my tongue: I didnt like that.
Pxxxxx
This winter - following on from illness I had the great fun of some extensive dental surgury to fill holes left in my jaw 22 years ago when a bicycle and I had an arguement with the road beneath us - a road, ladies and gentlemen, which I do believe was speeding! Eeeek, the drilling, the injections, the pulling, grinding, drooling and scraping. Not nice.
What was nice was the care I recieved - the surgeon and 2 nurses. They seemed to understand the power of a gentle word and the lightest touch of a hand on mine. For me the joy of that contact was far more significant than the pain and displeasure of the horrid process itself.
Eeek stitches all around my teeth. It took me back to the time when I bashed my face in the first time. Stitches in my tongue: I didnt like that.
Pxxxxx
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)