"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

Mary Oliver

"i feel such a fool!"

"please don't make a fool out of me."

why on earth are we so worried about how we might appear to the
outside world.

why does it matter?

we are who we are. idiots and angels. we have one life to live.
one short life!

today we laugh, we cry, we wish for the impossible and fail
to find gratitude for the everyday miracles of life.

we forget to say ... "i love you, i appreciate you!"

we forget to say ... "thank you for loving me!"

we believe in our right to happiness and forget that true joy
is found in loving and serving others.

how easily we forget to be humble, and then, such a short step to arrogance and pride.


today we breath, tomorrow we are dust.

time ... the one thing we can't borrow.

the link

pause and think
regard the link
review the past
gone so fast
live in the now
do you know how
the future waits
owned by the fates
chaos rules
and we are fools

yesterday today tomorrow
time the one thing we can't borrow

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the scars of time

once more, an unfamiliar journey
yet fair, this lap which must be run
outdistanced by the future
bound into an inevitable race of one

hesitate, or leap forward unafraid
empty of regret, blind to the lost illusion
the pounding excavation of tomorrow
at the font of love's confusion

so hail the unsung hero now
for yesterday is soon undone
sliced from memory, yet written
in the scars of time, for some


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an ocean apart

thirty one straight days of sunshine! may not sound like a lot
to some of you, but ...
as a resident of the misty isles ... wow!

it was hard to leave my boy.
to be home is a joy tinged with sadness at my inability to
be beside him at this most difficult time in his life.

his dear love is still in the ICU, fighting, day by day to
survive and grow a little stronger.

we may be an ocean apart my son, but ...
you are always surrounded by our love.

dry my beloved country!

flying from the misty, dampness of scotland to a dry, dry johannesburg at the end of winter ...

the sun shines every day! gauteng is a summer rainfall area, we have not yet enjoyed spring rain. the air is dry!
my poor nose ... nasal passages adjusted to a coastal scottish clime reacted to the dusty dryness in the way they deemed best. they shrivelled up and cracked leaving me with a stuffy, bleeding nose.
things have improved with time, me and my nostrils are slowly adjusting ...

i remain a happy non smoker!

my boy is a Vegan with a capital V, he is also an artist in the kitchen. my previously blood soaked palate is learning the pleasures of meatless eating.

what next???

i hear the hadida

i am home, under the african sun. surrounded by the familar, the voices of my people, the sights and scents of south african spring.

i did not expect to be here, i expected to be watching summer fade from my ayrshire window.

the unexpected has brought me here, here where i need to be at this time.

our dear g, my son's partner, soul mate, life love ...
suffered a massive heart attack last tuesday.

we have to wait now, while machines monitor his body and time accomplishes her healing. there are no guarantees, there is hope and love, belief in his strength and his will to live.

19th august 2010

today i delivered ms sugar to glasgow airport ...
herself, her two cats and five suitcases boarded the plane for
newark.

sometimes ... love is not enough.

i found the fox

in the summer heat
i found the fox
and the cold burn of anger
the fox ran the line
where trains travel
clickety clack
full of humanity
yawning their way to work
the rumble of great freight carriers
coal and oil on the line
to somewhere
in the cooling dark
of the long days end
i found the fox
and the ice of rage
the fox sat in the shadows
on the bank beneath the line
waiting for what
and i remembered
that nothing lasts forever

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