Dream 84
Dream #84
4:43 am. Lately, I've been quite out of sorts. No energy – like the aftermath of a dose of the flu.
Not two hours ago, I awoke with limbs of jelly, dragging myself out of bed, and staggering to the stable door to gulp the cold, salty, dark air into my lungs.
I made a cup of tea, and put on a podcast of a Reith lecture to lull myself back to sleep. Soon I found myself walking across a dusty town Square.
An unfinished painting
One of the kindest things that a friend can do after a bereavement is to share a memory of the loved one.
Firmin Shackleton - poetry
Poetry or Firmin Shackleton- Grandfather of Tom Barrie Simmons
Getting to the root of it..
I have Kitty, my lovely dental nurse, who incidentally is a spitting image of Liz Hurley, to thank for the title of this piece. Let me explain, I was lying back, almost horizontally, waiting for the anaesthetic to take effect, when she asked me if I'd rather sit up?
No thank you, I replied firmly, I do my best thinking lying down. It's the early hours in bed, where I get my ideas.
I shall have to write my next piece about this experience, I said jokingly.
Dream Story - Blue Blood
Dream story- Blue Blood
Blackness is quite frightening, and it doesn’t go away when I open my eyes, why is that? Close them, open them, same difference, no; wait a minute, open them and there is a distant glow of – what could it be – brake lights? Must be, they are red - strange shape though, more like flashing numbers. That’s it. A red flashing sign, telling me eighty-eight dash eighty-eight. Funny that. Wonder how far it is to the sign, must be a long way off, the sound of white noise in my ears, where is that coming from?
A 15th Century Bridge
I wonder sometimes what this 15th century bridge has witnessed.
Today is idyllic, children splash in the river without a care.
It takes a stretch of the imagination to think of it at night, after a storm, the river in full spate.
Without yin and yang, experience would have little meaning. Without the night, the day would be mundane.
We see-um come, We see-um go
Yesterday afternoon, I joined a group of friends and neighbours who drove to the cinema in Bodmin to see a film featuring a couple who were once welcomed into our village and given shelter in the old Wesleyan Church, which stands proudly overlooking the harbour.
When they arrived, penniless, halfway through their quest to complete the 630 mile South West Coast Path, they were just another couple down on their luck.
The Author 1958
The other day, walking along our street, I met a neighbour cleaning his new motorcycle. I stopped to admire his machine.
It's difficult not to stop and chat with neighbours, as the street is little more than 6 feet wide, but it can take half an hour to walk its quarter of a mile length during daylight, when neighbours are out and about, and one wants to say 'hello'.
A Visitor From Afar
Yesterday, as often happens, I saw
through my window, somebody taking photographs.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang, and as I opened the door a couple stood in the street, the man apologised for bothering me, and explained that they had travelled from Tasmania to visit this house as it was here that his great great grandfather had lived.
The Candle Dropped
Nathan had done well for himself, he had left the village of his birth some years previously to find his fortune, and it had not disappointed him.
So, on this bright spring day, he proudly stepped off the train and walked along the river path the three winding miles to his birthplace – the Village where as a child he'd been the butt of many a prank. But Nathan had changed.
The Beech Tree
Every day, when the weather was fine, Jane liked to walk down the road to the park. There were lots of things to do in the park; swings, roundabouts, and slides. Often, she would play with her friends for hours, but sometimes she just liked to walk to the edge of the park where the beech trees grew. There, she could watch the squirrels and birds with no interruptions.
The Ranch-(Rancho Santa Ynez)
Outside my sleeping quarters at Rancho Santa Ynez is a magnificent old cactus, upon which hangs two skulls. One is a cow’s head, complete with hair and teeth, but minus one eye. The remaining one fast becoming desiccated.
The other skull very old….
Demelza- short story
One bright and sunny morning when the leaves were turning gold and blackberries had lost their flavour, Demelza went for a long walk through her favourite meadow.
She meandered through the long grass, trying not to trample the last of the wildflowers that grew there.
Dream Story- In touch…….
On the outskirts of a small town, stood a house, one of about a dozen comprising a close. It was not quite a cul-de-sac, because the builders had left vacant a plot of land at the end of the road – probably in order to extend the road into the fields beyond at some later date – should more houses be required. It was this green oasis at the end of the road, that the children who lived in the identical red brick houses of the close used to gather to play
Yellow on a grey day…
Polruan in January
The sky, the water, the cliffs, the narrow roads, the stone cottages and the slate roofs are all shades of grey.
Grey smoke curls from the chimneys of a few cottages that have wood burning stoves and people indoors to be comforted by them.
Cottage of Dreams
She sits alone, it matters not
if sea and sky are grey or bright.
Her thoughts are off in time to
When her step was firm and light.
Flash story - Simon’s Pact.
"What shall I write today"? Thought Simon.
The Sun shone into his room, importing a particular optimism to his somewhat befuddled brain. "I'll have to start on my novel – as soon as I've had breakfast"
Milk from the Pub!
The other day, I popped down to my local pub to buy a bottle of milk.
Tanzy- The Letter.
Tanzy A Fable - Thoughts and annotations…..
The somewhere else box.
The somewhere else box.
Is an imaginary box where you put people, until you want to think about them again. Portmerion inspirational visit.