From My Window in Wenlock: Trucks…

You won’t believe these photographs

The other day I was astonished to look out of my kitchen window and behold this perplexing vision on the side of a carpet truck. It was a bit like spotting a unicorn. Well, what do you think this image is saying carpet-wise? Hey, come unravel me? Anyway, it made me laugh. And some days you do need a sense of humour to live where we live.

Trucks are a daily feature of Sheinton Street, a town lane that somehow in the 1980s was upgraded to an ‘A’ road. This means it is designated as a “through road”, and that there should thus be nothing on it to impede the flow of traffic.

Anyone who has read my previous post (By the Silurian Sea) will know that while the back of our cottage mostly overlooks farm fields and woods, the front is very close to this road. Along…

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Keep a little space for grace

Well,it was the end of a beautiful relationship,

My cat left home to go to college.

I asked her to study via the Open University,

But she wants to go to Night School.

I can see the attraction,

Or should I say,I would have done when younger.

My nights are filled with dreams

I dreamed someone cooked me a lovely meal.

How do you interpret that?

You don’t interpret?

Sorry for asking as a refusal often offends,

That’s why I never got married.

Life is a question of balance,

Or is it proportion?

Whatever.You know what I mean.

What do I mean?

Well,one must keep things in perspective

And always keep the vanishing pointin mind.

Look out for the lost,

And don’t forget the shadows

Including your own.

Try to get good quality materials,

Or the best you can afford.

Learn how to listen,

Don’t stare too long into an other’s eyes.

Keep your finger nails clean

And always wear sunscreen.

Except in bed,of course.

Is there a spouse screen to protect one

From encroachment?

Loss of self may be gradual,

Or you may never have had a self.

That can happen now and then.

Keep you spaces empty

so grace can enter you

And you can put up visitors.

Grace may visit you more

If you listen with your eyes.

That’s what I found anyway

The Lyric ‘I’: Poetry and The Self

The Lyric ‘I’: Poetry and The Self.

This link will take you to an interesting discussion by a poet and philosopher called Alan Murray.

If you like a thought provoking read please hasten over there.You will be rewarded with a rich offering of thought

Peace

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When wanderings take my restless mind

To places peace can never find,

When imaginations linked to fear

Push tranquillity away.

To my green garden I must go

And let my mind and thoughts go slow.

I look up at maples in the breeze,

See sunlight dappled through their leaves.

I see the apples hanging down

And blackbirds peck them on the ground.

I see the hawthorn berries ripe

Upon the hedge in gold sunlight.

And then my soulf is brought to earth

Peacefulness is given birth

I feel at one with nature green,

And all that is just now unseen

So back to everyday routines

Without “what for?” and “might have beens”

All is well and shall be so

Wherever we may chance to go.