Love Always, Witholding Nothing.

It’s much easier if I just stay in bed. Force me out in the morning and I am like a sticky slug come in from the cold, to scof the cat food and leave slime on the floor… not a pretty sight. This is what Lockdown does….slugs break in and munch away inside your mind after eating the cat food first…. I mean to say, WHAT pray, do they think they are doing with our lives…..?

Don’t ask “who are ‘they’ ?” My lips, in this moment, are sealed ….

Experiments abound… give me land to grow my crops under greenhouse domes… let’s go back to carrier pigeon to message each other…. buy a cart and a horse…. so this means i need more land…. no houses for the poor unless inside mold clad walls of vile unbreathable stench…. oh yep and who do they put in these vile places? The black skinned brothers and sisters of this land. …….. not even stray dogs would have to live in those conditions….

I feel unable to do a breaking thing about it.. too old? Nope, but in truth, too worn down by the arrows that slice into the arms of me, my child, and grandchildren….. the poisonous words of the unwise…. the stupid people filled with hate and fueled by jealousy…. the money lenders who break the back of families in need….. break the back of all.

So, be done. Cast it aside as best you can. Get up in the morning and chant. Chant to overcome the torch bearer of the dark flame who eats away at your heart … you … I …. us. We have the flame of Life and Love…. put one foot in front of the other. Sleep when it’s time to sleep, sing when it’s time to sing and stand up for what truth, always.

Love is only cold in the heart, when we feed it with the junk in our mind…..

Love always, witholding nothing, but do not forget to Love your ‘self’ a whole lot too.

A Sip of Solitude

It’s 18:29 and Bank Holiday Monday in the U.K….. I’m sitting in the nook at my home – ‘Owl’s Hoot’…. it’s been warm and only now do I feel a coolish breeze flooding through the leaves around me. In the nook, I sit at the table in the presence of Tina May singing Maybe September · with possibly, Stan Sulzmann. Just gorgeous, my fellow travellers… worth checking Tina May out.. lovely Jazz singer.

I am just at the beginning of my 12th week in Lockdown. It’s such an interesting journey….. I have had moments of utter frustration, sustained times of uncontrollable sobbing, huge laughter with friends on ZOOM or Skype or any platform which is behaving itself….. I love this lockdown! I say this with apprehension as I know many people have been suffering with this virus, have lost people they love, have lost jobs and businesses…, finances, food…. I have lost work, but not to the extent that many are going through…. NONE of this is funny. Not one iota of it is amusing in any way at all. I count my blessings for all that I have and the challenging things in my life, of which there have been many, I ultimately look for the good in them and explore what they might be teaching me…..(Ah…. hark!… I can hear you thinking )….. Okay, not all the time…. gimme a break…. I’m human… It’s my aim……. I shall leave it at that.

Wednesday 27th May

Speaking of being HUMAN, If I could give one piece of advice to my younger, twenty-year-old self, it would be this: ” Life is a journey of exploration – the correctness in everything, striving to be the best, to be perfect, nothing of these endeavours ever achieves what we set out to find. However, what we do discover, some of us anyway, as we crash into or out of this bewildering journey, is that we have gone the way of suffering. It’s humbling when we finally see that instead of this heartache, we could have been dwelling in the realm of loving-kindness, which accepts us, asks nothing of us ………  but to be LOVE ITSELF – just as we are.”

Just that…… nothing more, nothing less. 


‘View from the Nook: ‘The Tree Goddess’ taken May 25th 2020