Looking both ways

The beauty of joy and sorrow.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

It is a very strange situation to be in, really. Over a week ago, I was given ‘days to weeks’ to live, with no one knowing upon which side of that particular marker the Reaper would come calling. It isn’t as if we have it scheduled in our diaries… or, if he has, he hasn’t let me know. On the one hand, this is good. I am not sitting here like Pratchett’s Windle Poons, watching the clock and waiting for a no-show. On the other hand, I am both vaguely surprised and inordinately grateful every morning when I open my eyes on a new day,

It means that having much still to do and probably too little time left, I am working like a steam strain… albeit one whose pressure is running sadly low… to complete the tasks I think that really need to, or would like to complete before…

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It takes an island… #Arran #Scotland #friendship

A testiment to the kindness of an island .

Barb Taub

Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
—A Bottle and a Friend, Robert Burns

A thank you letter to Arran.

Some weeks ago, I turned to Arran, the small Scottish island I call home, for help. Two friends and I had hoped to get together on Arran last April. Because of the pandemic, we postponed it to this year. But between continuing covid restrictions that left me marooned in Italy, and life-threatening health issues that came up for each of my friends, we realized that wasn’t likely either. (You can read about their personal, sad, funny, and amazingly life-affirming cancer journeys on Mary Smith’s Cancer Diaries and Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.)

The solution, for anyone who has ever lived on Arran, was obvious. I posted a message on the island’s…

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The giftie…

Magic moments are precious.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

There is a ‘wishing squirrel’ tied around my wrist. Its cord matches my dressing gown. The red squirrel. ‘Tufty’ to most of my generation in this country… has been under threat from the invasion of its grey cousins for years and where once they were a common sight, they are now a rarity across most of the land. I have caught glimpses on my travels, but no photographs… no snapshot to hold and remember.

Memories, though, I do have… of watching them as a child with my grandfather, deep in the Fall Woods, dodging the small missiles they threw at me every morning as I walked through the trees on my way to school, excitement as a red flash ran across a road near Glen Lyon… And, while photographs and keepsakes may perish or be lost, memories persist, even when our minds may no longer be able to access them.

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One-Liner Wednesday. True this!

My Therapist put half a glass of water infront of me he asked asked if I was an optimist or a pessimist, I drank the water and replied : I am a problem solver.

Origin unknown.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 215, #POET’SCHOICE

Tanka Tuesday.

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

Cold, night thoughts.

Image from Pixabay

The moonlight
Silver and so cold
Hopes fleeting
Frost growing
The darkness enfolds us both
We must just survive.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka. This week I chose to do a single stanza Shadorma.

The Small Dog on Ageing…

A great poem from Ani about her and her two legs

The Small Dog

She fell on her face and she looked none too happy…

And recently she seems to feel pretty crappy…

Most mornings, I hear her, when rising from bed,

And where once she’d be singing, she’s groaning instead.

*

Now me, I can sympathise, getting no younger,

I still want my walks but without the same hunger,

I still need my ball and my toys and to play…

But these days, I’m happy to sleep half the day.

*

We’re ageing together, my two-legs and me,

Where I can still run, she’s slowed up mightily,

I’ll still make a run for a half-open gate,

The only thing she’s heading fast for is ‘late’.

*

But while we’re both here, we’ll believe in forever,

In loving and living and laughing together,

For one thing that never grows old is the heart

And once filled with love no two hearts ever part.

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The Story Sofa.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Here I am with open arms

Oblivious to all your charms.

Here I am, the one you need

I’m always up for a midnight feed!!

I am on hand for a cosy rest in front of the fire, Sit with me in winter and  watch the snow fall as the flames grow higher.

I am here for you, in spring

Sit with me and listen to the Thrush sing.

Early morning late at night

I keep your secrets as you grow older

I am here for you when you need a shoulder

And encourage you to climb a gigantic life boulder!

I excel at family  gatherings 

Christmas, Easter, Birthdays Weddings.

Usually I get tarted up when special visitors come to sup!

Always in need when there are babies,

Good for cuddles and sometimes a lot more too!

I  will not say what  that’s about .

I shall not disclose what you get up to when everyone’s out!

Such comfort can found in my arms.

For weary heads with physical or mental qualms.

I never nag or boss you. I am always here when your day is through.

I stand here for you when you’ve had enough.

I’ve been with you good and bad

Shared your grief  when you’ve been sad.

Seen you laugh  loud and free

And kept the secrets you’ve given me.

Then one day comes a bolt out of the blue I am of no longer any use to you.

I am banished shoved aside

No longer wanted even though I held your side.

Cast aside for versions new

Image google

Now, how ungrateful can you be !

After all these years you abandon me??

Frozen February 25th. Special Challenge!

Carrot Ranch

February 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story. Go where the prompt leads!

A Frozen Lesson.

Jasmina was the founder member! Over the years they’d risen to fame internationally. 

Geeta was the youngest and most recent member to the group.

The argument all started when Geeta announced they been asked to do an Indian version of Let it Go! Jasmina wanted to dismiss it out of hand, after all she dealt with the bookings.

Well, she was outvoted, to save face she agreed the others could do the video she would direct.

So she picked the costumes and the venue. Dressed warmly she watched from her heated cabin and smiled. They all looked truly Frozen.

The Last Post?

Words from Sue.

The Silent Eye

This may be the final post that I get chance to write for the Silent Eye… that decision has been taken out of my hands. I spent much of last week in hospital, having, as many of you know, been diagnosed with incurable small cell lung cancer last September. It has been an interesting and informative journey on so many levels as familiar things have been stripped away and a gift of love left in its place… rather like the tooth fairy leaving something of real value in place of a discarded incisor.

First to go was the illusion of near-immortality that gets us through life, one way or another. We know there is a certain inevitability about life leading to death, but we tend not to apply it to ourselves until we are forced to pay attention. Dealing with the situation that made me sit up and listen meant…

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Should Kids ‘Catch Up’, Or Should The Curriculum ‘Slow Down’? #TeacherThoughts #TeacherThursday

Ritu Straight Talking.

But I Smile Anyway...

It’s been quite a week, already, and it hasn’t even finished, yet.

BoJo made the announcement we all knew was coming, but kinda hoped wouldn’t. That ALL schools are reopening to the children on Monday, 8th March.

Now, as you all know, we have been ‘open’ the whole time, remotely teaching the pupils who would usually be in our classrooms, since January 4th.

The extreme lockdown was put upon the whole country, as another variant of the virus ravaged the country. That, and the fact that good old BoZo decided that a little mixing at Christmas wouldn’t hurt…

Boy, was he wrong! And to top it off, he allowed a huge amount of schools to start back, after Christmas, for one day, before deciding to send everyone home, to learn remotely. And that one day appeared to make a huge difference to the figures, in that they jumped, as the…

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