August 3rd, 2020

Poem of the day

The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew

© Ronald Doe

She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to kiss,
A man she idolized.
She never felt love's bliss,
'Cause she was paralyzed.

She never got to talk
About love with a smile.
She never got to walk
Down a church's aisle.

She never got to say
Those precious words, "I Do."
But she was far and away
The strongest girl I ever knew.

She couldn't brush her hair
Or put make up on her face.
She couldn't hold you dear
Or give you a warm embrace.

She couldn't clasp her hands
As if in the form of prayer.
She couldn't understand
Why she was in a wheelchair.

She never showed her fears
Or let you hear her cries.
She never showed the tears
That fell down from her eyes.

She never looked for pity
Or sympathy from you.
That's why she'll always be
The strongest girl I ever knew.

Does anything (really) change us?

“Be realistic: Plan for a miracle”
Osho

Good morning.

It's that time again — music, coffee and...life.

Blessed, truly blessed.

Oops, sorry, it's also Monday. You know, the day we're supposed to get through as quickly as possible. Actually, not to be contentious, but I quite like Monday; it feels rich with possibility and in my case alive to the moment. Odd, eh?

You might think today's rubric another one of those dreary, snake-oil headlines. It might be, but that's not my style. 

I'm serious. Deadly serious.

How much of life really changes us?

And when I say 'change' I'm not referring to the inevitability of ageing, the knowledge we acquire or even the expanse of our wisdom. I mean change beyond the ken of our current or any experience.

As you know, if you've read any of my previous posts, I've regaled you with the falling away of my former, career-obsessed, headbanging self and the insight, whose genesis was the formless understanding apprehended from the Heart Sutra, that opened my eyes to a new way of seeing the world.

So what you might say?

You're still the same guy.

Indeed I am.

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Hitch

I've started to get into the writing of Christopher Hitchens (Hitch). I'm currently reading 'Hitch-22, A memoir' and I'm loving it.

I'm sure he was, in his time, a bit like Marmite but whatever your feelings towards him, there's no denying the brilliance of his writing.

I've got a few more of his books on order; I'll keep you posted. I don't tend to do reviews but I might, this time, make an exception.

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