R's rue

  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/2VDE5oZ

This hymn, sung in Solomon Island Pijin, is hypnotic as it is strange.  For some strange reason it’s been going around my head today. Translated it’s title means Jesus hold my hand  I can’t think of the last time I held someone’s hand…. Probably at work, but I can’t remember any specifics. This scene has flashed through my mind too  And this one too This one too It's Glasgow, March, And we walk hand-in-hand In the park Now it's 3:13 And I'm late, And it's time I make a choice We're both boys, You see. If you were to go Back and look, You'd see a hundred eyes Hurry to objectify This hand-in-hand stance It's a flurried Dance Of reaction. Some smile, they're proud And they want me to know But there's a darker Shade of brow That balances the books The kind of look that challenges Like this is some chess game And I'm in check And I'm second-guessing What they might do next Point me out to all the Pa...

You may have noticed that the thirty second Olympic Games are reaching their conclusion in Tokyo, Japan. There's a lot that might be said about these games including discussion about whether or not they should have even gone ahead.  Here on  the island of Britain, the BBC have always provided comprehensive Olympic coverage but this time round the International Olympic Committee have in their wisdom managed to severely reduce the number of hours of live screening available to our principal national broadcaster. These days it's becoming all about the money. Olympians normally represent their countries but this year a team of native Russians are instead representing something called "The Russian Olympic Committee" or R.O.C.. You may recall that in 2019 the World Doping Agency banned Russia from all international sport.  Afterwards Russian appeals saw reduction of the punishment in a murky quagmire of compromise. And so we arrive at the Tokyo Olympics. You must under...

 Ebb and flow Not always linear I’ve not always Addressed the albatross The elephant  I’ve not shaken Depression  And  Anxiety Much like Disability  Show up  At unexpected times With each blessing  Comes a bittersweet reality That doesn’t release And I have  To come back To coping mechanisms  I abandon Until I realize I’m not cured But a daily Work in The fruits Of the spirit Some of us Just learn  To deal Out of  Pure necessity  from R's rue https://ift.tt/3AiV1jC