Twittering Tales #134 – 30 April 2019

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All dead.

All those letters left unread
Unseen words of people long dead.
Gathering dust and spider webs
The truth they held seeping, ebbs.
Feelings poured out onto the page
Love, grief joy and rage.
I wonder why these missives were hidden
Where they evidence of love forbidden.
Love long dead.

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This is my entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Who wants to live Forever?

The Silent Eye held it’s Lord Of The Deep course, this weekend just gone. It was wonderful.

While we were there we had two really thought provoking sessions on the Saturday.

The first was first was , An Exploration, The Offspring of Silence, beautifully presented to us by Jan Malique.

The second Exploration was Natural World and Spirituality. from Lorraine Munn.

You can read Jan Malique’s exploration here on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. It gave us much food for thought. I must admit to being deeply touched by Jan’s exploration. I found myself wanting to cry. I could feel a deep sense of loss enveloping me.

I do not fear death as such, more I fear its approach. The realisation that all I hold dear will be taken from me.

We none of us know what awaits us after death. Either way no one has ever come back to tell us what lies beyond this sphere of life. It could be that there is nothing, no heaven,hell or purgatory, or even if there is a beautiful heaven where we will be reunited with friends and loved ones.

My fear is that we may, let’s say, cross over to find nothing. Yet we could still be aware of what we have lost. All our loved ones going about their lives, unaware of us lost like stardust in eternity. Loneliness seeping through us.

The second Exploration was lighter but one also very close to my heart. Though as Lorraine Munn went deeper into her subject I found myself filled with horror. I will explain more of this another time.

Lorraine explained about plants and trees having feelings. We should try harder to communicate with them. She is a learned women who knows so much about Nature and Spirituality and how the two meld.

I have been thinking about what Jan and Lorraine spoke to us all about, since my return. Really I need look no further than my back garden to see immortality and spirituality in Nature.

This is the Clematis that blooms yearly in our garden. It dies each winter and then it bursts back into life every April/May.

Winter’s Death

To Springs Rebirth.

It doesn’t get simpler than that in Nature’s realm. Yet we humans love to complicate this circle. No one wants to die… No but also how would it be if you were immortal, if you watched your loved ones die? Found new loves and friends, lost them again and again.

No there must be a better way. Gilgamesh wanted immortality, yet he had no idea what immortality really was. He had to learn many lessons, harsh lessons along his way.

I believe I have learned from his mistakes and the guidence of few good souls. I still have a long way to go. ..

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 27/19

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week we have used the letters E&X together in a word or as a word.

Any, sorry this is so late.

Expound, explain if you can

Who invented life’s master plan.

It must be a being of great humour

Who changes tack from hour to hour.

Never leaving any explanation

Stretching our brains, so many explosions.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 251 Plucked&Played

The guitar is played

While the banjo is just plucked

They make great music.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Lord of the Deep.

Well it’s 5pm and I have just settled in a comfy position
on a very comfortable bed.

I have been traveling since 10am until 4pm and I am tired my back is screaming..

Where am I?

I am in Derbyshire and though it is wet and chilly it is a very beautiful place. The Nightingale center is very comfortable but even more important than the surroundings and the comfort I am about to embark on my first Silent Eye Workshop.

People have been arriving all afternoon and I am looking forward to seeing people I have met before and meeting new faces too. I have no idea or preconceived conceptions as to what I will learn these next three days. I am going forward with my mind , soul and ears open.

Eager to learn and open minded. I have read the work book and I can see many parallels with stories from holy books and fables from the mists of time. So I am ready to take a leap of faith.

Before the dawn of time

Before the flood

A man beast carved from spit and mud.

Taught a lesson to a king/ God

so fine.

So I may not be posting or reading as much for the next three days but I am thinking of you all.

Musings

The end of a good day 💜💜

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Today has been a good day…Music kept  loved one happy after  his lovely personal carer had been to assist with shave,shower and shampoo!!

He was then surprised by the arrival of much loved second son and together they laughed and joked and tapped their feet to the jigs and reels played by The Chieftans on CD.

We shared a Pizza with salad at lunchtime and finished off with a cuppa and Cranberry and orange cake. (Home made from a Canadian recipe)

then we looked around the garden and did a bit of tidying up. It was windy and sunny with the occasional threat of a shower and Loved one scuttled back inside before long.

Soon it was time for second son to be on his way back to Nottingham to pick up his wife and then go to his Tap Dancing Class!!

After his departure I spent time completing paperwork…

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The Madness of doors.

The talent Geoff LePard posted about an exhibition he visited at Tate Modern. The exhibition was of the work of Dorothea Tanning. I was so taken by what Geoff had to say about his visit not only the artwork but also an over heard conversation in the cafe. You can read the post here. The Surreal in the Here and Now.

Below is one of Dorothea’s paintings it really took my eye and I had to write a mirror Etheree about it. This is just my interpretation, I am probably well off of the mark. I don’t care because it spoke to me. So thanks to Geoff we have.

The madness of doors.

Mad

You say

I am mad

This demon here

Knows better than that

I just gave birth to it

Don’t dare look at me like that

Mad, no I have opened the doors

Madness lies in closed doors, teathered souls

Clawing at the wood screaming to be free.

Don’t approach, this fruit of my womb may bite.

If you disturb it, it will take flight

Madness lies that way you must know

I’ll not take your food or drink

It will sully my milk

My child needs to feed

To sate it’s greed

I know I

Am not

Mad.

******

The painting is by Dorothea Tanning. It is called Birthday, 1942, Oil on canvas.

I wrote about a birth before I found out it was actually called Birthday.

Wordless Wednesday. 24th April 2019

One-Liner Wednesday.

Pilates Teacher to class : “Our Ankles Talk To Our Shoulders!”

Me to myself : “Yes But Some Shoulders Are More Polite To Their Ankles Than Others!”

This was brought to you as part of LindaGHill‘s #1linerWeds.

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