Betwixt Lakeland & Edinburgh
… we could change that. But we’ll need to set about it consciously – which brings to mind –
When I have time I meditate for 5 minutes in the morning. When I don’t have time I meditate for an hour in the morning
– and thereafter I weigh what should not be said, and what should be said, and how.
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I’m told that our human eyes see ‘only’ a limited spectrum of colour. I can’t count the ever-changing colours and shades present to me in one small rural garden though.
I sometimes think I’ll spend the rest of my days pondering the miracle of what it is to be a human person, to be sentient. So many extraordinary ‘happenings’ need to take place within the confines of my brain to bring about every experience I have.
So, too, for the golden labrador next door. What moves her to bark? And how does an apple tree know how to consistently make apples every year? Or Michaelmas daisies know it’s Michaelmas?
Ah, colours. And questions. My Spanish teacher asks, ‘¿tú tienes preguntas?’
‘Sí, yo tengo muchas preguntas,’ I reply, ‘siempre preguntas!’
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So, I am a pen –
apparently an object
incapable of
thought yet possessed of
ability to make marks
on paper that speak
of metaphor and
so I permit myself to
enquire from whence comes
imagination
that flows in my ink, from whence
and how, why and when? –
heady stuff for all
of us: women and men and
contemplative pen