A Birthday treat to Hay-on-Wye

While at my sister’s we visited Hay-on-Wye. It was a 60th birthday treat to myself 🙂

I’ve not been there for years and sadly 5 or 6 books had closed, possibly due to covid. There was enough there still to fill a day’s book hunting.

I do enjoy reading philosphy books, and other books of an esoteric nature, not that I’m at all clever enough to be a philosopher!

Anyhow, I enjoyed Hay immensely and here’s the result 😀

Gut feelings

I’ve started my next project. Inklings have been forming and feelings are stiring in my gut.

It’s been a while.

Four little acorns into my new WIP. I say, let nature blossom. Let my words evolve. Let the universe connect.

That’s all for now.

Wolves Sheff Utd Playoff Final Help needed.

Not poetry today but a request for help.

I’ve finished my children’s novel and there’s a part where dad and son watch a football match on video tape in 2006. The match was played in 2003 and it was the Playoff Final between Wolverhampton Wanderers and Sheffield Utd.

At the moment dad has videod the match off TV but I want if possible for him to have bought the Video Cassette of the game.

Does anyone know if this match was later available on Video Tape? I Can’t find the answer online so WordPress folk I need your help 🙂

Thanks and stay safe.

Let the good break free

break free

 

I’m back to work on Monday after a month off recovering from a small procedure in hospital where I had a stent fitted.

With my time off I’ve not done much writing but have read more and relaxed. With this time I’ve seen the good and the bad of humans during this crisis.

Some of the good I’ve seen is people helping by keeping in touch even if it’s just a simple text and shops with the cashiers being on the front line seeing many hundreds if not thousands each day but still soldiering on.

The bad is the scouring of the shelves and people buying to sell at ridiculously high prices but one which affected me the most was a message on Twitter saying (in a conversation about death rates between young and old) …Old people are old. They’re supposed to die when they get ill… I was shocked and upset by this but I’ve let it pass now.

I try to dwell on the good and not the negatives.

Time

Sitting here watching a spider as it’s being blown by the wind while continually building its web.

It falls againt my window, gets blown about and dangles but time and again it carries on its repairs.

It’s a thing they do and not just the spiders but all those creatures out there. They just do stuff oblivious to life and its reasons.

They feel, but not in the same sense we feel as humans with our compassion and hatred, our anxieties, empathy and those maddening questions of life and the reality of it all, the reasons of being, of time and of religion and all those things we have no control over.

The spider is there still doing its thing and I’ve forgotten how to be something other than a failure.

If I just carry on regardless while being buffeted, and with those turbulent feelings in my gut of fear, love and something other that i can’t explain then maybe time will come to my rescue.

Perhaps the universe, in her wisdom, has a message for me in the spider, and as I write these last words the sun breaks through and I realise sometimes there is nothing we can do to change or to help so we have carry on while trying to bring our own light upon the world.

Thank you.