More shyness

New York Times article: Shyness: Evolutionary Tactic?

believe, along with many emotion theorists, that shyness is a basic human emotion, a blend of fear and interest, that we all experience. I also think that because human vulnerability is finally becoming a topic that is more openly discussed in the U.S., and because we are beginning to accept the idea that we all are shy sometimes, particularly when things are important to us, and that we cannot be intimate if we are not vulnerable, that we all may begin to be able to disarm and truly value and appreciate each other.

Have a good day!

Seeds need the soil

It’s fortunate that we don’t vacuum Woods

Getting the earth clean is never good

Creation really happens when thing mix.

The seeds drop into earth like petals do,not bricks

The tiny seed contains all that it needs

To grow into a most specific tre

But it needs a soil enriched by wild decay.

The treetops sing while all the world’s play

Essex fires

Autumn time in Essex  where we drove
When farmers burned the stubble of the corn
The earth itself was  fiery  like young love
The smokey air rose like a  cloud  new born

The Kentish  landlocked   cliffs  are  wide and steep
The farmers grow  their grain on land beneath
And there too we  have seen the holy fire
The flames  and smoke arrest me with desire

The earth and soil, the  harvest  we find there
Give me joy  both full of wheat or bare
Why did burning stubble   make me glow?
These images affect the heart’s deep core

Now  fires are banned., they damage our pure air
And I   did not like the murder of the hare

Leering home

My photo

She has decided to enter an uncaring home because it reminds her of the convent school she went to.

At least the old people are not

Expected to whip themselves daily.

But they are allowed to scream.

After 3 months they are encouraged to clean their teeth

Because of the lack of rain the shower weekly rather than daily

They may have dementia but they won’t admit it because they don’t know.

She said she forgot to take her reading glasses but she reads the writing on the wall.

Some people see writing on the ceiling because they’re lying down all day

In a place like that you might be better off if you are illiterate

Creation

 

 

 

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by Mike Flemming copyright

My old blue fountain pen allows
The ink across this page to flow
Like wet paint from an artist’s brush,
And words come in a rush.
Enchanted  by the hand that writes .
Bewitched by art,beauty alights
The script is like a music score
Through which we step as through a door,
Imagination’s home.
As,mysteriously, to you, to me,
The spirits of our hearts are tamed ,
By rhythms of pen,of brush, of mind,
They enter vision quite unplanned,
Like moths to flutter softly round
Fire joined heart and hand
The pen slows down,the hand grows still,
And ,just as dreams at daybreak will,
They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone
Like dew dies in hot sun

Get a little joy today

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/04/24/opinion/easter-season-joy.html

1.Joy is not “toxic positivity.” It does not insist that we pretend things are better than they are. It does not refuse to face grief or sorrow. But it does say that they are not all there is and that they are not all that needs to be faced.