Hi everyone, since our return from the sun I have been hit hard by the blues.
It’s not so much the lack of sun more the fact that everything I ran away from, to relax, is all still here but more of it and bigger.
So I don’t feel I can cope. I shall be doing my best to catch up on all my commitments. Twittering Tales, A Month With Yeats,Thursday Photo Prompt, Cosmic Photo Challenge, Colleen Chesebro Weekly Poetry Challenge, Sacha Black’s writespiration,Ronovanwrites plus I need to catch up on all your posts and comments.
Be patient, I will be back , tomorrow or next week. I miss you all I will be back.
Please if your pray say one for me, if you don’t then send me a kick up the bum to get me moving .💜💜💜💜💜
Day 16’s quote is from ‘He mourns the change that has come upon him and longs for the end of the world.’ Almost a poem in itself .
The quote. ‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns.’ W.B. Yeats
Where I live they are building houses by the hundreds. The deer are at a loss as to where the routes that are written into their consciousness have gone. It is so sad to see deer negotiating busy roads and housing estates.
Though it is wonderful to come across them while walking the dog or looking out of the window, the fear in their eyes hurts.
I do not think that those incharge realise what they are doing.
It was his life it always had been. His lamp in his hand he saw them off in the morning and he counted them back in the evening. He was the harbour light. Once they saw his lamp they felt home safe. Five generations he had taught. He was afraid to die, who would take his place.
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