We spent today under the bright blue skies on Blackheath in London celebrating my boy’s birthday. So many memories too though of happy days from my own youth
I don’t think you can ever get bored looking out of a window. The scene changes minute on minute from the lighting to the colours to the moods. An ever changing gallery when we stop to look past the familiar to the wonders around us and enjoy every observation. So good for the soul.
I had a dream last night – a really clear dream of a meadow on a hillside. Surrounding the meadow was hustle and bustle but here it was tranquil and peaceful and people just sat apart but collectively in rows almost in meditative states imbuing the serenity of the space. The grass was damp and the earth was cold beneath them but no-one seemed bothered as they sat there planted on their spot. The sky was dappled blue and breeze washed across the hillside – a warmer breeze that whispered with hope. Somewhere birds sang but apart from that there was a healthy silence that permeated the spirits and souls of the people on this hill. It was as though they were being refuelled in readiness for a new morrow.
And I thought that new morrow won’t be long now when the world reawakens from her year’s slumber and those folk are able to move from their segregated spots on the hillside. And I wonder how we will use this opportunity – what will we have learned and what will we do. I can still feel the breeze and pray it will be the wind of change. For we all miss our yesterdays but our tomorrows could be so much better if we so choose. A once in a lifetime opportunity to seize the day, open fresh eyes and live anew. But it all starts in our dreams.
Something has really got under my skin particularly in the last year and that is how ready people are to cast the first stone. In modern lingo that might be passing judgement without full understanding, gossiping without consideration of the impact of our actions, naming and shaming on social media when we seldom know the full facts or even if the source was reliable in the first place, criticising others particularly in terms of covid regs without seeing the bigger picture, criticising generally because it doesn’t align with our perspective which we assume is the only ‘right’ one etc.
But how often do we stop and think about the deeper affect of our own actions when we do this? How often do we consider the impact on the victim of our belittling and judgement. How often do we actually reflect on our own consciousness and consider that we are all flawed in some way?
I just wonder because in a world where we also share and retweet memes about kindness because those memes inspire us to be better, how often do we challenge ourselves first to step up to the mark? Kindness isn’t limited to acts for those we love but also those we don’t!
Poetry and music are a great way to express the way you feel or to document an experience. This video then explores the vocabulary of the pandemic through poetry. Language is a powerful medium that defines so much but here it has been put to music by the very talented Mike Gascoigne (his channel is here https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChT6…). The photography has been reproduced and remains copyright protected to the owners credited many of whom submitted their pictures to the renew169 wellbeing lockdown photography competition. To find out about Renew169 and the valuable work they do you can visit their website https://www.renew169.org.uk/. It was great collaborating with all these people.
A little bit of sun can really lift the spirits. And to celebrate her appearance today, here’s a Spring tanka. Tanka is a style of poetry similar to Haiku but based over 5 lines with syllable counts of 5,7,5,7,7. Why not have a go at writing one and share it with me.
We may be missing so many different things at the moment but in our mind’s eye we can go wherever we please through the portal of imaginings and be at one with those places closest to our hearts ♥️