“Older people are more inclined to feel gratitude for what they have experienced and what they have,” Dr. Dychtwald said. “Emotional intelligence rises as we age.”
The other day, with some effort, I laced up my running shoes and went for a jog. But can you really call it a jog when you go 10 blocks before the fire in your lungs makes you pull up heaving? After two years in a computer crouch, moving upright felt odd, unnatural, and I wondered if my decline was irreversible.
What does it mean when a person is Institutionalised?
According to the dictionary definition – ‘if someone becomes institutionalised, they gradually become less able to think and act independently, because of having lived for a long time under the rules of an institution.
Love and peace I breath as softly as a little bird Like the robin in the glade in Arnside Wood Quick yet calm, who for some food would dare.
The view from Arnside Knot is broad and fair The atmosphere is pure, we see trains chug The Estuary of the Kent will never bore
Further South the Lune runs like tapped tears Morecambe Bay endangers, how it floods Behind the Pennines rise, the edges fierce
Dent is sacred mobile phones won’t dare To penetrate the music of its blood Nor bring their tones to hurt the mad March hare
Hutton Roof , cathedral, how we stared A gentle hand caressed my heart to good Meek flowers grew in the cracks as safe,as pure
How my heart expands and I am glad For mourning heals and I am no more sad I breath as softly as a little bird I tiptoe on the path the peace is shared
Oh,sweeter than the love of man Posted on February 13, 2020
Inside my mind I dream of
pearls, Caterpillars,snails with whorls. I dream contented, all enwrapped; With reverie and dream I’m lapped. The inner seas will comfort me, While gods open my eyes to see
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Oh,sweeter than confectionery Is my Oxford diction’ry. The words whirl round then fall to shape The sentences which my world make. This furnishing is rich and strange And magically self arranged.
Oh,sweeter than the love of man Is reading works of poets long gone; Feeling deeply their dark tides . Upon which our boat may glide. The sea infinite we float upon Is the same warm sea the ancients swam..
Sweeter still is the spring air And the blossom spreading fair. We’ll drown our selves in grassy fields To the gods of poetry yield. We’ll rise again and spring up tall To grow more rich until we fall.
I’m afraid it does not come out properly so it’s not you it’s me. I will try and fix it later on
Moses was encrypted after Four-Eyes daughter found him in a basket.
So he was completely secure and emoted
down the river Tile then he actually rescued a bull from some Russians and proved to be a highly belligerent man if he was extremely holy so he said.
Later he married Cleopatra and had many children and they decided to seek the promised land. I don’t know where he heard is that but it’s a dream that we all have isn’t it to find the perfect place to live with the perfect spares or partner
At that time they had no paper or ballpoint pens not even a fountain pens. They used to engrave things onto flat stones but it was very slow progress
Can you imagine students sitting an examination and they had to engrave their answers on a stone or tablet? Or even if they had a Reed pen and had to paint there I think the mathematics would have been rather difficult but despite that they built a Temple in the time of Solomon
So the only map they had was on a flat stone which was rather heavy to carry about it and so they were lost for 40 years in the Sign-pie desert. But it gives them plenty of time to increase their families although what they food was no one really knows unless it was manna.
When they were in the promised land land god sent them a tablet with his 10 nrw rules of Life engraved on it.
It was so heavy that holy Moses memorised the rules and left the the tablet hidden in a burning bush on the side of the mountain
And it has never been discovered. One day somebody will find it and I will share.
After that Moses people tried to write the Bible using a new invention papyrus. And a pen made from reeds so they painted the words on. But that did not last as long as an engraving would
Because of all the work that Moses had to do do he lived to be much older than we would ever be and this was true of the lot of the ancient patriarchs like Noah and Abraham
After that Moses’ people tried to write the Bible using a new invention papyrus. And a pen made from reeds so they painted the words on. But that did not last as long as an engraving would. Printing had not really invented so they wrote on long throws of Paris and then they roll them up and tie them with thread and that is why the Old Testament as Christians call it was not a book in the conventional sense that we have nowadays.
Because it’s very slow for new things to be discovered like the printing press we should also live very slowly and not rush and try to finishv the life of Mosesthings quickly
Because of all the work that Moses had to do he lived to be much older than we would ever be and this was true of the lot of the ancient patriarchs like Noah and Abraham
In answer to your question I declare
That I must die seems totally bizarre
Yet since you ask which burial I prefer
Cremation seems to be the least unfair
I’d like to hear the sound of Joan of Arc
Jennifer and Leonard sing in parts
And as the Maiden burns up in the pyre
I shall be consumed by controlled fire
I’d like to be more useful while alive
I am not a husband nor a wife
But I might be a friend to those I love
And pray the sun will shine ,below, above
I think I made a Will,but why d’you ask?
Do you think you’ll benefit at last?
I plan to leave it all to Charity
One that gives old folk meringues for tea.
You never phone without your wise advice
About how housework should fulfil my life
But my mind is as good as yours, I find.
I keep it oiled and covered in red wine.
Joan of Arc will be my friend and saint
September Cohen will become my mate
He’ll sing an anthem while I sail away
And give me courage when it hurts to pray.
It’s time to laugh and cry over our lives
As to the young we dictate our archives
Though few people listen the Word
At least we can assure God that we have tried
I wonder why you never rang before
And today I shall be nineteen ninety four
I will ring you when your birthday comes
To ask you if you’d like pickling in rum.
We drove across the Pennines East to West Hoping to extend our holiday Snow fell down till once black crags were dressed
Imagination should foresee such tests Fierce as polar storms ,as mad as prayer we drove across the Pennines East to West
We passed through Bakewell did not stop to rest Buxton was far worse with snow like may Snow fell strongly ,oh wild crags were dressed
See these visions, travel if you must See the sea freeze .see ice in Lyme Bay We drove across Great Britain East to West
Now it’s North to South as Brexit asked Hear the people swear and curse and bray Snow fell till the people lost all zest
Now my love has gone, the car’s not here Crushed to a flat metal I can’t steer We drove across the Pennines and we laughed The sheep stared out, the crows cawed at half mast
Why are there so many books on happiness and yet less actual happiness?
I like this piece by Amy Bloom in the NYT. I find reading reviews makes me happy.Men make me happy of they are humorous.Women do because they converse well.And peace and quiet make me happy.
I put the broken pieces of my heart Into a dish of diamonds and gold charred. But metal is no match for flesh And hearts don’t need a fancy dish So now I hold them gently though I smart.
The pain’s familiar yet it seems more raw. A tiger scratching me with sharpened claw. Oh.god give me grace today For I cannot pray. And death hangs with its huge open maw
How my heart speaks 