If your waters on a meter
It won’t make tea that tastes much sweeter
Reading your electric bill
Before you do,do please write your will
The only good thing at this time
We are all worried just the same.
United by the the woes and angst
For each other let’s give thanks,
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!
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
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
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
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
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.
How my heart sings 