My friend Colin and I met, like two middle class ladies sometimes do , for lunch and a mooch around Ness Gardens .
The place was more or less deserted
I bought a white agapanthus from the shop
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Mountain
This weekend I went on more hikes than I have in a very long time. I learned some lessons. God’s world will make you feel small, and I didn’t mind it. I had to push through mental blocks and physical exhaustion. It’s been a long time since I’ve showered in sweat. When I completed these tests, I felt like I conquered the world. In a way I did. My body held and so did my spirit. No small feat. I had to take small steps. I was forced to stop thinking and just move. This weekend proved that I’m more than able.
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Poem
Song for Simon
No more
Wood pigeons cooing
Morse coded messages
From the ridge tiles
Nor painted ladies
Shimmying through open windows -
Fluttering like tiny Bhutanese prayer flags
No more the dark two a.m.
Wondering who I am
Recalling paths unfollowed,
Regrets twinkling
Like distant stars.
No more struggling for breath
Or cowering in the shade of death.
It’s over.
No more plans
And no more schemes,
No more
Elusive butterfly dreams.
Your words are destined to stay unsaid
Now that you have joined the dead.
No more…
No more.
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