Two days
Without hope
is like
Two days
without water
Grateful
for the
ability
to read
and not watch
To eat
plenty
and not
Want for anything
Privilege
Use it
For good
Don't abuse
What power
you have
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“ For the days that drag our souls into dreary circles “
Wales, like Seattle, is well known for its somewhat wet climate.
It has rained heavily every day here for the past ten days or so, and everything is muddy and wet and slimy. My friend’s ponies have been brought down from their treacherously wet and steep field on the Gop to graze on my field in the safety of flat ground.
It’s nice to see them feeding, the steam rising off their bodies in the wet
This muggy feeling in itself is exhausting and I find myself longing for a dry garden path and some weak sun on my face.
A gift of a book showing a collection of Andrew Wyeth paintings lifted the gloom nicely today
I lit the fire too, just after breakfast
Old Welsh Cottages get cold quickly if left unchecked.
I FaceTimed my friend Ruth who sent me some scotch eggs then spoke to a lady called Lydia from the office of National Statistics Wales who interviewed me about how I felt about Covid
One of the questions was about eating enough which was sobering
She told me that I get a ten pound voucher for helping out, it’s sad that everyone needs to be paid for helping out
My personal lockdown finishes on Thursday.
I will leave you with a bit of Ella and the sublime My Funny Valentine
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In this day
of uncertainty
i hold out hope
in gratitude
That as much
As i doubt
You continually
Exceed expectations
Every obstacle
man lays
at my feet
You are there
to see me through
What you see
in me
i will never understand
I'm glad you do
Friends
i don't know
your struggle
Here's
to the knowledge
In faith
He will meet you
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Led
Vote
Pray
Release
Every
Fear
God
Is
Good
You
Hold
My
Hope
My
Dreams
Everything
Is
The
Hand
Of
The
Father
Pray
That
I
Be
Led
Instead
Of
Bearing
Something
Not
For
Me
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Biden!
It's nine thirty in the morning and I have got my cool paint splattered shirt and trousers on ready for a day of decorating. Already I can hear Mrs Pudding prowling - telling me non-verbally to get off my backside and get cracking. Okay! Okay! I'm coming!
No time to write a proper blogpost so on this politically significant day across the Atlantic Ocean, I just want to plead with American visitors to this blog to:-
It's not just about America, it's about the future direction of this planet.
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