I was fortunate here for two reasons: firstly, I happened to be at this spot when the lighting conditions were excellent, and secondly because the lie of the land enables a horizontal view but from an elevated position, allowing me to make the most of the ‘carpet’ on the floor of this piece of young woodland.
A word often used by itself as a greeting. A simple word of which we all know the meaning. Just hold on, though. Do we?
Taking a purely technical approach, if the time now is, say, 23:59 on Friday, then in two minutes’ time it will be 00:01 on Saturday. That makes it Saturday morning. Very early on Saturday morning, I grant you, but Saturday morning nevertheless.
From a more social angle, the mood on a Twitter timeline from around 06:00 onwards is dependent on many factors including the weather, the day of the week, contributors’ general health, the events of the past evening, the wakefulness of small children through the night, and prospects for the day ahead, whether work-related or just involving activities that insurance companies class as ‘social, domestic and pleasure’. (What a mix-up!)
Then again, here is a picture which I call ‘Morning’ because of the memory it gives me:
But what should the term ‘morning’ really mean to us in the context of a fresh opportunity for the psyche? Need we limit the idea to the start of a literal day? Can we not think of it as a breakout into a fresh part of our lives – away from the previous day, the last six weeks, five years, or whatever? Well, these musings led to this poem. See what you think.
Continue reading Morning…
It wasn't easy for me tackle this one because I am just starting out.
I’d like to start this blog with a simple message:
That’s to all of you who’ve inspired me to start here, either through their own blogs, or by their chat on twitter. It’s been great to meet you, and I sincerely hope you’ll continue to put up with me. Several of you already know I’m usually ready to make a joke of something and join in the whirl of banter. But I do have a serious side as well, and as I slowly learn about all the different struggles, hardships, disappointments, and griefs so many of you have faced (and maybe are still going through) I feel I’ve lived very ungratefully. And yet I can relate quite closely to many of the things you talk about. This takes me to a point I specially want to make: I know some of you feel apologetic, even guilty, about telling other people your woes. So here’s another simple message:
Don’t feel bad like that. You don’t need to.
What kind of a ‘friend’ is only there for you when you’re healthy, happy, well organised, and comfortably off? I’d specially like to assure those of you who have gone, or are indeed still going, through your own personal long dark tunnel,that, far from being a burden to others, you are a tremendous inspiration to them. Certainly,at any rate, to me.
Edit: 20 December 2013
Nearly three years on, I still feel like this, only more so. The blogosphere has been kind to me, for which I am grateful. It has not been judgemental. To anyone reading this, please take heart. I am adding this for the Gratitude Linky 20 December 2013 here.It's kind to share!
For me, tomorrow is a path not yet trodden…
In a theatre, the auditorium lights dim and a compère walks onto the stage and is picked out by the beam of a spotlight.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the show 'Semi-serious Fun'. Thank you for supporting what we hope will be the first of many of these shows. As I'm sure you know, we've put together a wide range of acts from a great variety a performers for this evening. And as the opener for tonight we have someone who has never performed on stage before, so let's give him the jump start he needs. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Firefly Phil!
Firefly walks on, to a round of applause. Compère leaves. Firefly takes a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolds it, and begins to speak, looking occasionally at the paper.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you again very much for coming tonight. I know the weather isn't very pleasant out there and many of you have braved heavy rain, lightning, act of God, riot or civil commotion, subsidence or landslip (first £1000 of any claim)… (frowns) Hold on! Something wrong here. (turns over the paper, frowns again, then looks up) Well, that's a bummer.
Firefly frantically rummages in his pockets. Paper hankies and supermarket receipts fly across the stage.
It's no good. Must have filed those notes for tonight under 'insurance'. It figures when you think about it, doesn't it? Anyway… (reads) Without prejudice to the foregoing… (looks up) I must just say that if the two pretty, smartly dressed (well, almost dressed) young ladies on the front row were to prejudice the foregoing, it would be a shame.
At least this isn't one of those terribly formal affairs where the men wear enough suiting to cover a decent football pitch. I was talking to a friend of mine about this and he said he thought the women were nearly as bad, although the sport was different. I asked him if he meant, let's say, netball instead of football. He said, No, he meant Subbuteo.
And that reminds me what I really meant to talk about. You know, I was watching a video the other day about the indoctrination of women by the fashion and cosmetics industry. You can get videos on just about anything now, can't you? Anything from 'The structure of the earth's crust' to 'How to lay laminate flooring'. Mind you, all I'd say about those two videos is that if you've watched either of them, you can say you've watched them both.
Anyhow, you're probably wondering how I came to be watching this video about women and fashion and what not. Why should it bother me, you might well ask. Well, that's a very interesting story. Would you like me to tell you? (enthusiastic nodding from audience) That's a shame, really, because I can't remember it properly. Only that it all started when I was browsing the web to find out about vacuum cleaners, and then I somehow found this video. And, you see, in this video, the presenter was talking about the cosmetics industry's idea of the perfect woman. I'll just quote: “She has no scars, she has no blemishes, she has no pores.” Now that set me thinking. You know, you get these magazine articles where some new young lady journalist interviews an even younger, even newer up-and-coming songbird who hasn't had the time, or the money, to get a drink or drugs problem yet, never mind go through rehab, and so she's really full of life and everything (I mean the songbird, not the journalist.) Anyway, the aforesaid songbird is always described as 'oozing vitality and zest for life through every pore'. Right then, back to Miss Perfect Woman. She, poor dear, has no pores. So what's she going to ooze vitality and zest for life through, eh? Answer me that. (raises eyebrows and forefinger) Gentleman at the back…sorry, sir…no, I really don't think the show can accept answers on a postcard this time. Nor e-mails, I'm afraid.
But that brings me nicely onto my other subject for this evening – and I'll try to keep this brief – by the way, have you ever noticed how people say “I'll try to keep this brief” and then ramble on for half an hour? I won't do that, I promise you – but I just wanted to talk for a few moments about how some people use computers. Now, obviously, a great many people use computers sometimes, either at work, or at home, or both. But what I just don't understand is this: there are people, supposedly of sound mind, who, of their own free will, will sit down by the hour at a computer to play at shooting and killing other people before getting killed themselves. Now, I ask you: just have a quick think about the international news and current affairs. If you need to, there are lots of news websites to look at. Now, is there not enough war in the world, (pause) enough fighting, (pause) enough brutality, (pause) enough mindless killing (pause) so we have to pretend to do some more? HOW SAD IS THAT? Well, I'd better stop before I get high blood pressure, but I can see the lady at the end of the fourth row, who's wearing the most delightful see-through… (turns and coughs) Excuse me. Now where was I? Oh, yes, the lady with the delightful see-through glasses, is agreeing with me. Well, not all specs are see-through, you know. Not from the outside, anyhow. Just think of all those gangsters.
Well, the little man in the box up there's waving now so that means time's nearly up, but the organisers asked me if I would introduce the next act. I said I would count it an honour. After all that semi-serious thinking, I'm sure you're ready for some music. So, coming on any second now, we've got a terrific young man with an amazing voice, backed by three lovely young lady songbird-instrumentalists who are – yes, you've guessed it – oozing vitality and zest for life through every pore. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome HANK BOLIDAY AND THE DAYS OFF!
The four walk on, to thunderous applause, and Firefly stands aside.
Well, before I leave you to enjoy some really great songs, thank you all very much indeed for listening to me tonight. I can honestly say that it's been a pleasure. And the pleasure's been all yours.
Firefly bows left and right to more thunderous applause, and walks off.It's kind to share!