Sixty-five Today!

What better to do, on such a lovely day, but go for a walk in the countryside. Be sure that I took you all with me. I am living a wonderful life, and my heartfelt thanks to everyone who plays, or has played, a part it it!

 

 

 

 

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#MicroBlogMondays:Interesting Times

When I was studying to be a writer, which as a matter of fact I always have been, but was reluctant to say so, I learned to do this:

 

When you think you have nothing to say, just freewheel - let your mind go off on its own. Start. Just start and see where you end up. I think it's going to be fun.

 

So this week I hit 102 followers on Twitter. Not supposed to use punctuation but can't help myself, sorry. 102! Up from 21 on that fateful day when I got curious about Jeremy Corbyn. Oh I thought, looks interesting and then WOW it really was and during his acceptance speech I joined the Labour Party, which might come as no surprise, except to those of you who thought I already HAD.

 

SO NOW I know lots of things that I never knew before all in 140 characters. Portugal having a bit of a crisis. Canada shows Harper the door, Iceland, now here's the thing, Iceland rescues it's peoples' finances and puts bankers in jail. I LIKE that. Meanwhile in this mean-spirited little Island which was once great, we set about pre-impoverishing the already poor with a vague promise that they'd be better off before the next election, and let's face it you CAN fool some of the people some of the time ... Then, OMG the House of Lords, that the establishment had foolishly left under-stuffed with the elite, kicked THAT can three years down the road, and now the government has a problem because even the thickest of we plebs ain't got time to forget how we were lied to and ripped off . .. No matter, the meanies are about to dig a hole they won't climb out of in a hurry and I'm smiling.

 

And now I see it's getting on and I have somewhere to be, and that's OK because when you're free-writing, and you have to, you just STOP.

 

 

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Sometimes

You have to remember

You're a POET and

Stop rooting about on the

Internet for - oh whatever -

Forever.

Time, some would say,

To sit with words for a bit

And let them shape themselves into

Metaphors and because,

If you hadn't noticed,

It's Autumn,

I thought I might allow

A pale yellow melon stand in for the Sun

And a fragile veil fall across my garden

Like a mist.

THERE! That'll do.

 

(With apologies to purists, who will know that the reference to 'mist' is a simile not a metaphor. I know! I love you too!)

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#MicroblogMondays: Last Wednesday

Last Wednesday Tony and I took coffee, sausage rolls, pot noodles, and a little fruit, to a housing complex for recovering addicts in the city. We listen, a lot, and hug and weep as we hear devastating stories of bad lives made worse through drugs and alcohol . What we DON'T do, is judge.

Tony and I are City Missioners. We are responding to the gospel imperative to feed the hungry and bring comfort to those who are suffering. We don't preach. We, as I say, listen.

Nick, Andrew and Sean who sat round the table with us asked what brought us to them. "We're broken too." Tony spoke for both of us. Yup. But mending.

The guys are all believers, and wanted to pray with us before we left. " You do it!" I said, Sean, embarrassed, said,"We don't know how!" This was what I prayed:

 

"The disciples came to him and said, "Lord, teach us how to pray ..." And he replied:

 

Creator, You

Who fill the Cosmos

We name you, 'Holy One'

May we be as you are, wherever you are

May we do as you do, here, in this place

Give us today, the means to keep body and soul together

Stand by us when we screw up

So that we, being freed, might free others too

For Yours is our Homeland, our Place of Safety and Our Goal

From now into eternity

Amen. "

 

 

 

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