Monday, March 28, 2005

It's a new day

It's cold this morning .... no real news on TV .... a bank holiday so we should be out walking, I guess ... probably do jobs instead.

Pigeons have a wonderful life, just pecking around outside the window ... free to fly wherever. I love early morning, and if there's water around, sea or river, even better.

I need to think through whether blogging is wasteful or helpful, a minute or two of reflection or just a waste of time. Writing has no point unless for an audience, I think. I'm in a reflective mood ... it's the morbid Welsh in me ... time to read some poetry, but not John Masefield or those I learnt at school ...... more like John Donne, Gerard Manley Hopkins or Dylan Thomas .... something to test the brain cells.

And Death shall have no dominion
Dead men naked, they shall be one with the wind and the west moon ...... no not my mood this morning ... more like .....

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining ftorn shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

An Easter thought!

Christ is risen, we shout with confidence ... and then the Pope comes on the telly, anxious, cross, frustrated as he is trapped in a mortal body ... must think about this ... and meanwhile 10s of thousands of people pray for what recovery?

Maybe we should be praying for a speedy release ... or does that make me a cynic .... even an unbeliever?

Work is so much less demanding than philosophy and questioning our life. Occupied, too much to do ... successful and effective ..... no time to think .... just occupied and challenged by getting things done. Wow!

The River Thames at Easter

So what is the meaning of life ... all those geese, ducks and swans that peck and fish on the Thames at Kingston/Teddington makes me wonder what my role is ... where am I in the great plan of things? A two hour walk in cool but bright weather ... lots of fresh air and conversation to enjoy here on the edge of London.

I have decided to get fit again, to slim, to enjoy reading and music .... what was the last book I read?