Down daisied fields, sweet grasses grow
Down these green fields, I know, I know.
In unploughed, fields where wild flowers blow
We’ll meet again, I Iove you so.
It was in the first soft summer light
I saw you standing, face so bright.
I saw you by the drystone wall.
I never doubted you at all.
When Meadows bright all bloom again
I know we’ll see you coming then.
in sunny fields where wildflowers hide
I know my love is by my side.
Oh,come, dear heart, do not delay.
We are not long till in the clay.
I’ll stand upon the beacon here
And never rest, till you are near.
When flowering buds all open wide
When bees to poppies swiftly glide.
When your dear heart is pressed to mine
Our eyes will melt and souls combine.
Oh, where are you, my dearest one
All too soon our lives are gone
I gaze across the fields and hills.
As sunset-sky with flames is filled.
When buttercups and celandine
Beckon to me in my dreams.
When apple blossom fills the tree
I believe, with love I’ll see.
Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.
• She is numb from her toes down
This man wanted his own bed so I told him he could have it for £100 cash.
By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped and he was feeling better.
• Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.
• On the second day the knee was better and on the third day it had completely disappeared.
• She has had no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night.
• The patient has been depressed ever since she began seeing me in 1983.
• Patient was released to outpatient department without dressing.
• I have suggested that he loosen his pants before standing and then, when he stands with the help of his wife, they should fall to the floor.
• The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.
• Discharge status: Alive but without permission.
• Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful.
• The patient refused an autopsy.
• The patient has no past history of suicides.
• Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital.
• The patient’s past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.
• She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate directions in early December.
• The patient experienced sudden onset of severe shortness of breath with a picture of acute pulmonary oedema at home while having sex, which gradually deteriorated in the emergency room.
• The patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.
• The patient was in his usual state of good health until his aeroplane ran out of gas and crashed.
• When she fainted, her eyes rolled around the room
This is what I heard three members of the staff shouting at the woman in the next bed to me at 11:30 p.m. last night
Then they were shouting,you have to move through a different ward
The kept shouting open your legs etc for about 20 minutes and I understand the reason was that they want to change her nappy before they move her to a new ward. But she is not in a private place she was in award with ceiling appeal who could all hear what was going on and obviously the staff didn’t care about it
I don’t suppose this is common throughout the hospital it may have just be one or two people who needs some kind of training because it’s not natural for women to open their legs easily . Maybe that’s the wrong way of describing it maybe we’ll culturally condition to be modest and and careful and we are blamed if we open our legs too much or too easily.
Of course I have no other witnesses because of the two people one of those is also being moved and unless little don’t want to be involved in making complaints etc
But it’s necessary because these people need more training you can ask someone quietly to explain to them what you’re doing we want to change your nappy you’ll need to open your legs of it for us and let’s just gently pull it out.
Nice clean one here.. you feel better now you’re going to go to a different wars which will be nicer than this ward.
At the same time I feel vulnerable for talking about this because I am feeling very ill and I can’t walk easily. I’m on steroids and they make me feel terrible I think I could have killed somebody yesterday and I never felt like this before it’s very hard trying to hook control the feelings
Shouting at old people frightens them and therefore makes the more defensive and looks nice 1130.
If you frighten people it makes them defensive and therefore less likely to cooperate with you.
When I was teaching I did not raise my voice and shout the principles of mathematics to a stupid student because first of all the students were not stupid. And secondly .. it shows that you are too stupid yourself to explain this clearly to the students in
In other words if you have to shout it’s a sign of failure of communication. And that’s lack of intelligence and thoughts and that lack of training as well.
I have been in this hospital for two days and I’ve been diagnosed with severe rheumatoid arthritis amongst other things and because of that I cannot walk I cannot stand up until I have some treatment and in addition to that I have not got a bed in a ward.I am in the corridor on a trolley and I’ve been in a side room on a trolley and now I’m in a large room which is not really meant for patients as far as I can see because there’s a kind of desk with someone behind it and a large number of people just came in and stood there waiting to I deciding or sign out and I want to see people like myself we’ve been put in here because there’s no bed for them in the ward. And of course more privacy and more assistance
I informed one of the staff that I cannot get my bowels to empty. She asked me if I would like a bed pan
There are no curtains around my bed so I’m in public view with A skimpy cotton blanket over here would you like to move your bowels or use a bedpan in front of a room full of people you might say oh they were taking no notice of you but what does that do to me if I’m so insignificant because I can move my bowels in front of 15 people and they wo I would say it’s degrading being fitted like thisn’t even look at me we should one way is a really easy for some other hand it makes me like a cat or a dog that I can just do it anywhere admitedly I’m wearing a nappy but … It will be pretty obvious what was happening. Although it’s not happening in reality. and
Am I meant to lie here all night with an aching belly?
The lights are not turned out at night they’re not turned down and attending moment you may be summoned to have an x-ray so that they have to make full use of all the machines and technologies 24 hours a day.
Human qualities like kindness touch gentleness care rest and sleep are not valued at all and if you can’t rest or sleep etc it’s just your own fault
It is degrading to be treated like this and eventually I became so distressed and confused by the steroids the time on is to ring the hospital switchboard and spoke to someone and I’ve been moved to the acute medical unit which is really good. I might even get washed soon.After 3 days…
Maybe I might get to clean my teeth one day.
I only had about four hours sleep in two nights and I am very tired now.
I think after the first few hours in A&E it becomes a trauma because I had nothing to eat on Monday and nothing to eat on Tuesday and only some water which I had to get by shouting for help . I was not given water automatically because they kept moving me to different parts of the corridor or into a different room then they would check me for an ECG about 11 o’clock in the evening and bring me back to the corridor again this idea estimate full use of the machines but this means the person is completely ignored the body exists in time and space and it needs a third of the time to be asleep and resting and if you don’t have that you’re no longer living in your body
What’s the difference between sympathy and infamy?
What’s the difference between daydreaming and fantasy
Apparently daydreaming is no good for you unless you do it without ego … Then it is very good for you. But don’t do it while you’re on the underground or on tkan escalator
Apparently peaceful often confuse the word loss and the word lost so they will write
I am sorry for your lost but that’s alright as long as long as they did put I’m sorry for your loft . And I hope they do not put I’m sorry that I laughed
What are trombolances?
And is it a good idea to mention your deepest symphonies to someone who’s been bereaved? Or even if they’re being deceived or believed be careful what you say because words do hurt just as much as stones.
. Do you know that people were schizoid) personality disorder from survive better in concentration camps. That shows you what it’s like being a family in some parts of our society that it’s nearly as bad in certain respects as being treated very truly and badly by the Nazis
The only good thing I could say about the Nazis is that it was alright to hate them. Because there’s no doubt about their wickedness
Why does the Bible say
Judgement is mine says the lord and this judgment spell correctly because it’s done it two different ways in one sentence and I’m not sure what’s the right one of those two so if you know actually could write a comment. It will really nice to get a comment so thank you in anticipation
Eight o’clock– and the sun’s still glowing
Eight o’clock – of a colour bright day,
Up above, pink-tinged clouds are sliding
Down still sky, sweeping sun away.
Come back sweet sun, do not leave us.
Come back bright beams,I need sunlight
Down on earth, it’s witch moon darkness,
When your face is out of sight.
I see the coloured clouds extending
I feel the sense of sky lit bright.
But gently now, the mist surrounds you
And sweeps away that happy sight.
Into velvet blackness sinking,
The dazzling, dreaming darkness falls.
Goodbye to haste,and glare, and sunshine,
Time for reverie,night time calls.
On the night-train’s gentle journeys,
On this trackless train we ride
Strange visions and haunting pictures
We will see in dreams’ designs.
In my night train,I’ll be happy
In such rich deep reverie.
We visit darkness in our sleeping,
There we learn its ecstasy.
Now we may have no God to hold us,
In His Hands of Living Love,
What will help us trust deep blackness
If there’s no Saviour from above?
Must we enter that great darkness,
Go back to dark from which we came,
Into dark all living creatures,
In that darkness find our home?
Trust the dark unknown, to hold us,
Trust the dark,both night and day.
Must we walk into that darkness
Trust it is our safest way?
Since the big tree .. had been cut down the apple tree had much more space and Mary saw it was full of blossom.
She had been longing to the outside but after the washest winter on record she was nervous about opening and closing the back door. So hot and the garden looked so Green and actually took the keys off the hook inserted them into the lock and the door opened as easily as a babies mouth to the breast.
Mary stepped outside. The air itself was warm and scented.
She saw Emile. He was sitting underneath the Bench on the terrace.
Are you hiding so that you can watch the birds, Mary said to her cat.
Why are you always so critical of others motives the animal replied pensively
. Oh I’m sorry I expect it’s because I’m rather anxious at the moment since my cousin has died suddenly
What’s the point of being anxious he asked her
Sometimes it’s just like a wave of something sweeping over me Mary told him I just have to hang on and wait for it to pass,
But now that the weather so much better we will all feel a lot more cheerful and no doubt that’s why Sunak has not called a general election yet
The voters will think its he who has improved the weather will they ?
Well you see we are like that we humans we think correlation means causation so if the weather is good when they’re called as an election then the man calling it must be the best man to win
Aristotle is dead the cat toay ld her politely and I’m very glad because he would be very upset to hear you ssomething that souns logical but is actually just rubbish to be honest.
Will a male we can’t be clever and thoughtful all day long sometimes we have to say whatever nonsense comes into our heads
Oh look there’s Annie. I think she’s coming this way I’ll go and put the kettle on so we can all have a cup of tea on on the terrace for the first time since September 2023.
How greatl,Annie cried. We forget how wonderful it is to be able to open the doors and the windows and when it’s warm enough to sit outside without a coat on. Or in the case ile when he has to hide under the Venice because the sun is too hot for someone with a fur coat that he can’t remove.
Yes cats obviously should be living in a very cold climate and yet lions and tigers have got fur on and they live in hot countries in Africa all very mysterious.
But it’s lucky they can’t take their faur off because then . Zayv would need
washing machines and soap powder and washing lines in the jungle to dry their fur
That would put off people going on holidays and taking safaris
Imagine your holiday photographs of lions and tigers and leopards standing with nothing on underneath washing lines full of fur and by the way what would they have used for clothes pegs?
Everyone bu4st out laughing and so shall all of us
My old blue fountain pen allows The ink across the 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 you pass 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 goes still And just as dreams at daybreak will, They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone, I almost caught that one.
The grief that was a stone inside my chest Has melted into water,now my tears That rain upon my face, that feel like death
Is human life a torment with its tests? Must people walk with anguish down the years? The grief pressed like a boulder, took my breath.
God did not evoke the Storm that passed His still small voice may whisper in the ear The rain runs down my face, now wrath once love
I rage against the fever,give me rest The little whisper tells me, do not fear The grief stood like a boulder on my chest
The Dove flies on the current of God’s breath My shrouded eyes are wet, how is Love dear That rains upon my face, that causes hurt?
From the cliff top I saw rolling seas I shall not go again,my mind is clear The blocked grief, hard as marble in my chest Has turned to tears, yet still I feel your death
Mary had ordered all of her groceries but she forgot to put tea on the list So she sent Emile to the corner shop with a note tied to his collar Please give the bearer your best tea. Emile went off and managed to get into the shop after some children who were getting sweets with their pocket money or debit cards He went up to the counter and mewed, Mother has sent you a note. One of the children laughed Is your mother a girlfriend of Mr. Kumar? No, she is not, Emile growled with a loud throbbing voice Mr. Kumar led Emile behind the counter into his living room and spoke to his wife She asked Emile to sit down as she went into the kitchen and poured him some tea from her China teapot .Do you want it on a saucer, she enquired thoughtfully? Yes, please, said Emile. This is very kind. He leaped onto the rug and began sipping the Ceylon tea. This makes a change, he murmured. I didn’t know you could just walk in and get free tea! After a few minutes, the shop door crashed open and he heard Mary’s voice Oh, Mr. Kumar, I am so stupid. I sent Emile out to buy some Twinings tea and he has not come home! What shall we do? She started crying and dabbing her eyes with Stan’s hanky. Come through, he whispered politely. Do not weep, dear. All is well Mary came in and saw Emile drinking his tea and winking at Mrs. Kumar. Emile, you stupid cat. I was going crazy worrying.I’ll strangle you! Is it my fault, he replied. I only gave them that note you sent. But is it not obvious what I intended? she said plaintively These days you never know, the cat muttered. I try to be obedient as far as I can. Mrs. Kumar came out and gave Mary a cup of tea. Sit down, dear. Worry is so bad for you. Why did you not phone us? Since it was just a packet of tea I thought Emile could carry it. He is very intelligent normally. Yes, I am, thought Emile as he looked at Maisie, the Kumar’s lovely cat who was asleep on a chair. I wonder if I can wake her up, he asked himself. Does she drink tea? Would she like to start a family? It’s not too late for me to become a parent. Maisie opened her eyes What’s that cat doing here? I only came for the tea, Emile told her. But you look very beautiful. Shall we meet tonight I’m washing my fur, she told him with a smile How about tomorrow? Have you got a phone? No, he said, I’ll just caterwaul at dusk and if you are free I’ll be under the red maple tree waiting for you Good grief thought Mary. This cat is very cunning. Just one chance and he is making the most of it. Mr. Kumar gave her some tea and she wandered home in a daze after asking them for a drink on Sunday. My social life is looking up but there’s no-one who will hug me. If only Emile were bigger! His legs are too short!I should get a donkey instead
” Stop telling yourself that you need to feel upbeat, and it begins to seem less pointless to make some tiny effort to address one or two of those problems: to take on a small weekly volunteering role here; to make a modest donation to charity there. The solution to feeling so despairing about the news, in short, is to let yourself feel despairing – and take action, too. “One of the great things about everything being so fucked up,” Jensen likes to say when speaking to audiences, “is that no matter where you look, there’s a lot of work to be done.”
Don’t kid yourself that you will single-handedly eradicate nationwide or global problems; instead, define and pursue small-scale goals, like joining a campaign with some connection to the issues that trouble you the most. Focus on activities you enjoy: these will be much easier to sustain. And there is certainly some relief in attending to your own wellbeing. Exercise, sleep, time spent in nature, meditation and socialising are all proven paths to increased happiness; they’re cliches, but only because they really work – and it isn’t self-indulgent to make time for them.
Paradoxically, it’s through taking action, despite not feeling happy about the situation, that a deeper kind of happiness can arise. (That’s certainly the implication of research on the emotional benefits of volunteering, charitable giving, community involvement and political protest.) Jensen has written that people sometimes ask him why he doesn’t just kill himself, if things are as bad as he says. “The answer is that life is really, really good. I am a complex enough being that I can hold in my heart the understanding that we are really, really fucked, and at the same time that life is really, really good. I am full of rage, sorrow, joy, love, hate, despair, happiness, dissatisfaction, and a thousand other feelings. ”
A strange flawed beauty caught my naked eye As if some monstrous beast is hiding near Where deep rose clouds hang from a darker sky
Now the rose has gone and all is grey The night will fall and sorrow is our fare A shattered beauty caught by mirrored eye
Yet underneath night sorrow there is joy The wisdom of the ages does not stare Though deep rose clouds hang from a darker sky
Now I see some gold spread unalloyed The artist we can worship ,love, revere Beauty, fearless, caught in mirrored eye
Nature in her way will never lie Yet she can kill what humans hold most dear While deep rose clouds hang from a near night sky
In the clouds of sadness faces leer Hallucinations look but cannot jeer Such beauty ,numinous ,affects my eye While deep rose clouds sing from a darkening sky
Turn back, live again, he asked of me Do not wander in the darkness anymore One false move 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 more step will give hate victory
The kindness of the golden light was clear And left sweet feelings in my heart’s deep core Come back, live your life, he then soothed 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 That first step will give love victory
She’d never seem rainwater deeper than eyes
Mystery undisguised.
Round the big puddle she ran and ran;
Too much for her dolly’s pan.
By reflections of trees she was hypnotised.
Curiousity’s often so wise
Oh,my dear sister what see you there?
I hope it’s a vision fair.
What are these ships and the tugs and the tide
Where are the sailors who died?
This is an ocean and I’m in my boat
Come sisters dear,let us float.
We’ll never see daddy again, ‘cos he’s here
And down her face travelled one tear.
I see him afar off, he’s meeting the Lord
There’s the archangel with his sharp sword.
We cannot follow,no, we must go back
We each must stay on our own track.
Three little children with long golden hair
On this road going to where?
Once three small sisters ,but now only two;
Eyes of one green, the other’s blue.
By the park gate by a pool of sea rain
We shall be three again.
One in a pushchair and one gripping tight.
I push my dear sisters into the light.
Keep hold of the handle and never let go
I loved my sisters so.
Keep hold of my hands as Dad crosses the sea.
Don’t hope for what cannot be.
I told her it’s only a rainwater pool,
Held in God’s hand like a jewel.
But she saw the patterns and she saw the tides
Which all human beings must ride.
For nothing is “only” and nothing is “just”.
All we can live by is trust
How my heart speaks 