Laughter is the best medicine

I always enjoyed looking at Maps since I was first shown an atlas when I was 8 years old

My brother who was 1 year older than me was also interested maps and we were interested in the the many roads crossing the industrial area of South Lancashire. And with the aid of the map we could see which times each road went to.

Some of the roads were then regarded as very big like the A6 which I believe went to London although I never went on that road as far as I know no as we have no car and there’s no buses going over there

Interesting difference between my brother and myself which is this :his main interest was exploring the towns that our roads led to

He was able to explore some of the towns on foot or by bicyclen i

My main interest was not the towns but the roads the connections you might say the geometry of the roadsM

But I’d like to see a road with the same name and number going through several different times like the main road at the bottom of our street which eventually went to Warrington although I have never been to warranton in my life

My brother’s main interest apart from that was in geomorphology. He went to a very good university history geography and geomorphology which I also liked.

Unfortunately computer were just coming into use and he ended up finding most of his life studying distance information systems.

I was never quiet sure what it was and what it was used for

But I do know it wasn’t one of his loves when he went into his studies.

So even people with similar genetic inheritance and growing up in the same place always find the interest in very different aspects of the world around them. Well I went to university I studied mathematics of which geometry was obviously apart

I would like going to into largest towns because I wanted to find the book shops and that’s what I saw was in Manchester when I was about 17 years old before that all I seen was a rack of penguin books in a stationary shop

Naturally there was in those days a very large public library well stocked in the town centre and quite good small libraries in the various suburbs.

One of these was near our house and when our dad was very ill he sent us to this library nearly every day in the summer holidays and while we were there we enjoyed for example large bound volume with the readers digest which included

Laughter is the best medicine

At 8 years old I was very interested in this but it did nothing for my father. He died on the Sunday before the schools reopen in September and I never went to that library ever again. Though I knew a lot of routes to get to the library should I ever need to. Should anyone asked me for directions

In the doldrums yet again who do you think should take the blame?

Here we have Ms Lizzie Truss

We don’t need no ancient albatross

The Tories ruined althe British state

Helped along by Madame Fate

In the doldrums, can’t get out

Does this introduce some doubt?

Where’s the lifeboat shall we go?

Some said yes and some said no

The Titan of the British State

Has no captain has no mate.

Now the lifeboat’s sprung a leak

The British future looks quite bleak

Love’s victory

Turn back, live again, he asked of me
Do not wander in this darkness anymore
One false step might give death victory

We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of me

While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One false step will give death victory

The kindness of the golden light was clear
And left an image in my mind’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he said to me

Do not wonder now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What our suffering self has found so dear

I had never seen the Light before
Only Christ the Tyger with his roar
Come back, live through pain, he asked of me
One right step will give love victory

Love will need no trick

In my despair I felt that I was stuck
Paralysed by  grief and guilt I failed
By the end I had tried every trick

From prayer unthought to deeps of logic black
My  life, my engine ,juddered off the  rails
I hated God and of “his” Church was  sick

Starving  and alone I was in shock
The death of one I loved   had made me frail
By the end I had tried every trick


I felt  Love’s arms around me,  death to block
I knew   this goodness,  why else would I wail?
I   thought I hated God  but Love had struck

Warm and golden light  that  did me hold
Where are you now when Evil has grown bold?
Kind despair  that  made me long time sit
By the end I learned Love needs no trick

Looks like candlelight

At the very edge of human sight
Places we don’t go till in despair
Love is waiting like a golden light

The world in panic, will the virus bite
Noone ever said this world is fair
At the very edge of human sight

Is there really danger of such might,
Where our hidden fears emerged dark ,bare
Love is fading where’s the sun, the light?

 Panic like a virus can  ignite
Responses that are worse than germs out there
At the very rim of human sight

Our defences that are usually adroit
Now lie like dead young soldiers unrepaired
Love is fading  to a  weaker light

The still,small voice is quieter than a bird
The storm is passing by, will it be heard?
At the very edge of human sight
Love is  dying,looks like candlelight

 

 

 

How do you lead a Truss?

Mrs Truss give us cake for today.

We will have bread when you have gone away

Tip of the week

Keep bonuses sweet

And keep the men out of your hair.

Mrs Truss once fell out of the bus

But her hide is exceedingly tough

She will break our old bones

Plagiarise poems

Her kindness equates to my rough

Tips To Help You Through The Grieving Process – ActiveBeat

https://www.activebeat.com/your-health/6-tips-to-help-you-through-the-grieving-process/

While not all people shed tears from grief, “Crying is an important part of the grieving process for many people,” notes the Mayo Clinic. If you feel tears trying to fight their way out, you don’t have to hold back. If you do feel like crying but can’t seem to let yourself achieve this, perhaps a visit to a grief counselor is in order.

On the flipside, don’t worry if you don’t feel the need to cry, adds the clinic. Every person grieves in his or her own way, and that may not include tears. Just remember that keeping it all in may lead to mental health troubles down the road.

What I needed was a rest break on the Island of Grieving and Useless Folks – Los Angeles Times

https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2022-08-28/what-i-needed-was-a-rest-break-on-the-island-of-grieving-and-useless-folks

Let’s go back to anticipatory grief. Unhealthy anticipatory grief is really anxiety, and that’s the feeling you’re talking about. Our mind begins to show us images. My parents getting sick. We see the worst scenarios. That’s our minds being protective. Our goal is not to ignore those images or to try to make them go away — your mind won’t let you do that and it can be painful to try and force it. The goal is to find

That Discomfort You’re Feeling Is Grief

https://hbr.org/2020/03/that-discomfort-youre-feeling-is-grief

Let’s go back to anticipatory grief. Unhealthy anticipatory grief is really anxiety, and that’s the feeling you’re talking about. Our mind begins to show us images. My parents getting sick. We see the worst scenarios. That’s our minds being protective. Our goal is not to ignore those images or to try to make them go away — your mind won’t let you do that and it can be painful to try and force it. The goal is to find

Poetry Writing – Los Angeles Times

https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-2001-apr-04-me-46632-story.html

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Poems rhyme some of the time; oftentimes they don’t. But what distinguishes a poem from other herds of words is how a poem combines rhythm and precision to make meaning and move us: capturing a moment of beauty, sharing an insight, or even just twisting and turning words to make us laugh. Explore the magic and music of poetry and discover how to write poems of your own through these direct links on The Times Launch Point Web site: https://www.latimes.com/launchpoint

Here are the best 

Ancient minds

When red sun  drops and  cooling night  rolls in
Darkness masks both danger and our vision
Ancient minds fear    day won’€™t come again
Courage for the  delicate   seems thin
We  wrestle  with  our indecision
When  sun  drops and  the night  rolls in
But now , new stricken by   a dread of sin
Who shall aid  the souls   derision?
Our  ancient minds fears   day won€’t come again
When  we sleep we’re entertained within
Deft dreams squander all   illusion
When the sun  drops and  the night  rolls in
In reverie we’re loved  and  so  open
Then  fancy turns to full communion
While ancient minds fear   day won’t come again
And so  it was that our own life began
When sperm leaped up in  proud confusion.
When  deep sun  dropped and  a   new night  rolled in
When  ancient  hearts cried  â€”Day  shall come again”

The death of a sibling: ‘It makes no sense and never will’ | Family | The Guardian

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/sep/23/sister-loss-sibling-grief-bereavement-joanne-limburg-brother-death-memoir

Our Longest relationship

https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/buddy-system/201710/horizontal-relationships-affection-ambivalence-ambiguity

These are the longest relationships we have. Given the typical lifespan, we co-exist with siblings longer than with our parents, partners, children, and, usually, our friends. As we age, the reasons for needing to get along with siblings often shift. When young, we need to get along with siblings because we live in close quarters sharing bathrooms, bedrooms, and living space. In early adulthood, we may create new families by marrying or partnering, having children, and establishing careers. Siblings may recede in importance during that phase. But, as our parent’s age, caregiving decisions, often regarding life and death, need to be made. We need to collaborate with our siblings to negotiate around our parents’ needs. There is another reason we need to get along with our siblings in adulthood—