Day: June 3, 2016

Goodbye

 

 

Nuneham_2016-2 [800x600].jpgI find it hard to get angry or perhaps to know when I am angry but I realise now I am still angry about my husband being cruelly treated.But a year ago it was too painful to put into words.I tried not to dwell on it.But  I  have felt the quite appropriate anger  today and at the same time I am relieved that I managed the whole business when even our  long time GP gave little help.I have come to the conclusion that I am braver than he is
OK I get anxious.Is that strange? Should I have been happy  and smiling seeing what was happening?Sometimes I envy cultures where they still have rituals for such times in life.But I invented my own.I felt that last day as if we were suddenly in a better place and everything was wonderful including my sister driving for 5 hours alone down the motorway and arriving in the hospital just when I thought I’d better leave.My friends has been there all day so I didn’t want to ask for more time from them.If I had not been so very sad,I would have been very happy… if you can understand that.I had done it… the much feared thingNuneham_2016-3 [800x600].jpg

The best place

Nuneham_2016-5 [800x600]The hospital was the best  place   for you to die.
Nurses, neat as sparrows, ran to and fro
Blankets used in the Himalayas warmed you
They kept you
Clean and tidy.

For three hours
The Sacred and the Profane intersected
I sang you away on a river of music
And you  floated out of  our world
Hearing my childlike  high voice.

Maybe you thought I was washing up
Or making you a drink in the kitchen;
And I was your mother as well.
The good mother who kept her premature child alive
Who kept a good larder
Baked bread and  played games with   you and your Dad.

Did you know what was happening?
I think you did and  you wanted me to help you.
Help you out?
How a  little audience had gathered.
Now we have  no rites,the chaplain was absent
Absent too the priest.

I had to make it up…. like a game,but it was real.
You smiled and winked as if to say
I’m sticking around but you won’t see me.
So much love in  your eyes…
What can I do but be glad?
And be sad….but we made it.

 

Quip no more

Shadow of nails on the Cross.
Wars like diamonds..expensive,useless,hard,yet we must have more and more.
The human is descended from the most aggressive apes as they would mate more often..we will always have wars until the end of the world…which may be getting nearer.
War,I can quip no more.
Take my hand and help me cross the big Quiver I feel coming up…
I’m all worn out like an old rag…throw me into your washing machine,Lord and use some strong soap on me..I need a change.
Wash me with your holy river or send me home and get your money back,Lord

The mind has its eye …. the soul’s window

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I am cleaning the wind’s eyes tomorrow and  my eyes.You have to clean windows in Spring time because the sunshine shows up the dirt.Reading about the origin of the word “window” made me think how all language was originally metaphor and that poetry and song preceded speech in the way we know it now

What I find the most fascinating is that language evolved,not in universities but in the lives of ordinary people and their needs from economic,to artistic to religious.I think now our language can seem dead which points to the importance of poetry.We don/t want the only new words to be those made up by advertisers or by newspeak in technology..Babies learn to speak one or even two or three languages….Strange how many children here leave school functionally illiterate…the learning process goes wrongWe should place a higher value on ourselves and our natural abilities and not worship the experts.Our senses are our windows and inside we have our  mind which even has its own eye..and though that eye we see God

“The eye with which we see God, is the eye with which God sees us”

from  Meister Eckhart.[Sermons]

The Windows

By George Herbert

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?
    He is a brittle crazy glass;
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
    This glorious and transcendent place,
    To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,
    Making thy life to shine within
The holy preachers, then the light and glory
    More reverend grows, and more doth win;
    Which else shows waterish, bleak, and thin.
Doctrine and life, colors and light, in one
    When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe; but speech alone
    Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
    And in the ear, not conscience, ring.

Different kinds of emptiness

 

A first look at emptiness

This is a preliminary attempt to examine the ideas about emptiness.I once  Iquoted Lao Tzu
“Hollow vessels are useful by reason of their emptiness.”
But emptiness is not just one concept.
To make an initial point,our first notions of emptiness are related to the stomach.An empty one is painful to the infant who cries until fed.A full stomach then feels pleasant.
But a stomach can be empty in a good way….and there is a feeling of desire and appetite,So this can feel good.On the other hand there is the emptiness of a stomach which has just vomited up something bad and is reluctant to take in anything new for a while.hopefully desire will return.Anxiety can take away appetite and keep the stomach empty when it needs to be filled with good food.If this continues we become ill.
Anorexics may keep themselves empty as a mistaken form of self control.
Ideally there is a movement between fullness and emptiness.We need to be empty for the right things.A woman may have an empty womb crying out for a child but by mistake she may fill up with food instead.So we need to know what we are empty for.
Empty headedness can be bad…if you have never received anything good into your mind like poetry,classic literature etc you will be a poor person indeed.On the other hand people get creative ideas when they are half dreaming,resting,in the bath and so on.There is a little more space in the mind for a new idea to emerge.But the idea will have meaning only within a structure that is already partly there within the mind.The answer to a writer’s block won’t come to someone who never writes.The block may be a creative void but it’s no good if one’s entire mind is a total void.The emptiness needs a container.We rush to fill out empty sad hearts when we feel we can’t contain them within ourselves,as holding them may be agonisingly painful.
Emptiness  in itself may not achieve much.But look at a new baby.They are looking and taking in both food and sensory impressions.And how the mind is growing,if conditions are favourable.
An empty table is no good to an empty stomach.A professor with no knowledge/learning will not give anything to the empty headed students to take in
Or biologically,the egg needs the sperm but the fertilized egg needs the kindness of the nurturing Womb and the ability of the woman to be there whilst development occurs over time……and for woman we could put artist or writer,speaking in metaphor.
My first thoughts end now! A need for space has arrived

Source: Kathryn

Translate my way

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We often don’t hear what people say even when we speak the same language.Sometimes it’s lack of attention,sometimes unconscious motivations when we don’t wish to know something.And in a foreign country we might try to understand by imagining it is English with a peculiar accent.I come from Lancashire and I am often asked if I am foreign.IMG_0007

 

 

À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible.
A curve ain’t ruined  with  the impossible.
A curved ale wants ruin dim but possible
A curve ain’t tuned  till impossible
A curved  elephant reined inm possibly.
Accurately veiled ruins are impossible

À l’impossible nul n’est tenu.
Al.I’m possibly null; nest tonight?
Al,it’s impossible now.it’s not you.
A limp ,oscillating bull Not any who?

À quelque chose malheur est bon.
At Selkirk choose Mal;hurry,man
A kilt shows Mal’s hairs live on
A Sulker chose Mallory’s bun

Après la pluie le beau temps.
Apprella,who’s she? Get the boat times.
Appeals and pleas elbow time
I pray that we  get the boat on

L’arbre cache souvent la forêt.
Large cache,Susan,now for it!
Arbitrary dash;savant  rolls  in the forest
Library cash,Sue vents, la la forget;

Aussitôt dit, aussitôt fait
Aussie toes date? Aussie toes fey!
Ossified totes date…Fay!
Also taught Dee,also  taught Fay.

Autres temps, autres mœurs
Owe Tom,owe,Maire?
Ought we tamper,blight  her hair?
Ought her stem cells to merge?
Over the top,over the murder.

We are inherently good..?

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For Aristotle, goodness is a kind of prospering in the precarious affair of being human.

Tags: Affair, Human  ✍ Author: Terry Eagleton

 

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http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/oct/14/selfish-proof-ego-humans-inherently-good

Do we have the right to help ourselves to some religious offerings?

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This is  what I think…..You do not have to believe in the conventional ideas of God nor to be able to say the Nicean Creed to find some aspects of religion helpful.

Matthew 6:25–34

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worryf about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.g Are you not much more valuable than they?h 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your lifee?i

28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendorj was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?k 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.l 33 But seek first his kingdomm and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.n 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble o

 

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           There was a letter in Writing magazine,
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One,asked if it is true that poetry with rhymes
Is not the fashion in our times.