R's rue

Sigiriya Here's another remembrance blogpost aimed at taking us back to sunnier days - distracted  from dark January nights. Apologies to our cousins in antipodean lands who of course still saunter deep in the heart of  the summer they have borrowed. A few weeks before I took those Koh Lanta pictures - exhibited in the last blpgpost - I had met up with Shirley in Colombo, Sri Lanka. It was a school holiday. She was still nursing and only had ten days to spare but I was over in Sri Lanka for almost three weeks before flying back over the Andaman Sea to Thailand. How I loved my precious time on the "teardrop island". During World War II, it was still known as Ceylon and my father visited it more than once as a meteorologist with the Royal Air Force. He spoke fondly of Kandy and panning for semi-precious stones in hill streams. I felt a special connection with him there. Shirley at Jungle Beach Most of Shirley's time in Sri Lanka was spent in the south western ...

 Acceptance I denied my need For you I squandered years My stubbornness Was a problem I knew The issue I refused to face I wanted answers That weren’t mine To receive I wanted the facade Reality  Was a burden Or so  I thought Once I stopped Seeking ease Did truth Set me free Truth is  Perfection The illusion That destroys Immense beauty from R's rue https://ift.tt/kJfyxWi

 My course is set at the university department at a local college.  It takes 35 minutes to drive there.  The library Support is great but the coffee is lousy. The Storyhouse library on the other hand is just 25 minutes from home. There are no staff, save for the cafe and restaurant people, but the coffee is glorious and is brought to your table. Guess where I am? True I’m going to see the film Corsage  later, but for the time being I’m enjoying the atmosphere and am pretending to work as I’m half listening to the conversation one of my fellow “ students” is having on the phone. It sounds as though his mother is poorly and is “ not responding “ to treatment.  He put his head in his hands for a moment and a woman opposite to me lifted her eyes and caught my gaze for a fraction of a moment. Frank Sinatra is playing softly and a couple of old men are playing chess on a nearby table. I read about the advantages of goal setting, but I found myself watc...

 As I look At myself  I’m proud To say I keep  Writing  Because  IT’s therapy  For a soul That still questions  Even if I’ve known  The answers  For a long time  Exercising the doubts  Out physically  So mentally  I can breathe from R's rue https://ift.tt/EP3m6sy