Yes we have bought a house in Whitburn...5 min walk to the beach. xQuote:
Originally Posted by Nee Bother
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Yes we have bought a house in Whitburn...5 min walk to the beach. xQuote:
Originally Posted by Nee Bother
Thanks Stef,Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
I deleted my post on the thread as I didn't realise my status and treatment would be judged or criticised....something I am not strong enough to cope with....YET! (beware CL!!! ...joke!!! :D)
I'm glad to say that things do seem to be improving for me although it has been the scariest experience of my life. As my doc said, it took a long period of time to get down to where I was and so will take time to build back up again. It's just a shame I am impatient and push myself too much!
I wish I could take credit for the poems I've posted here tonight as they are really beautiful words and do offer comfort.
All the best hun xxx
Yippeeeeeeeeeee Good on yer matey xQuote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
(am same as Stef on t'other posts........probably one of reasons i've not not been on forum!!)
Auld Ken x
Penshaw Monument hill reps it is then!!! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Nee Bother
How's the tri thing going?
Yeah I think this forum needs an infusion of good morale or something....more Fell Ponies perhaps?! ;)
It would appear that CL is on the fast track course on how not to make friends and influence people! :D
So many people suffer and fight their own personal and painful battles. It may be a long haul and there may be ups and downs along the way, but always remember the victory is going to be pretty - as pretty as you want it to be :) Just keep believing.
Take care
Stef
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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
I love this MG, makes me feel calm & focussed, thanks.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Here is an offering called The Opening of Eyes by David Whyte...
That day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before,
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed
It is the vision of far-off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clean air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
David talks of the well being of our person is measured by a sense of freedom and spaciousness,
So true, freedom is heaven in itself.Quote:
Originally Posted by duncs
Thanks for that Duncs.
Please stop your fighting
and hurling the dirt.
You obviously don't care
about the folk you hurt!
With words of anger
and your posts of hate,
All the guys on here need
is the support of a mate.
So please my friends
do offer help and support,
but please before posting
give it some thought!
NB!!
Brilliant, thats very good, I'm impressed!
Good luck with your move MG, not exactly sure where Whitburn is but I hope it has good karma and is a good place for you, and I'm sure you'll enjoy the sea...
There are some lovely poems on here tonight, many thanks to all who took time to post, great stuff.
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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
MG this is really beautiful and so apt, I feel quite moved that you posted it for me such a sweet thing to do, thank you, look forward to seeing you soon hopefully! :-)
this is wonderful thank you for postingQuote:
Originally Posted by duncs
nice one :-)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nee Bother
always a dilemma on such threads for me to know whether to post or not, i tried to be helpful, in future i think i will just PM people much more straightforward!
MG and Stagger both know they have my support, good luck guys!
Morning all
Duncs lovely post reminded me of this poem
Begin
Brendan Kennelly
Begin again to the summoning birds
to the sight of light at the window,
begin to the roar of morning traffic
all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise
born in light and dying in dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pageant of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and the future
old friends passing through with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it perhaps is what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin.
Oh morning has broken!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
(mine was at 5am by my lil princess who kept herself entertained by emptying my jewellery box and trying stuff on whilst I lay battered by her energy!)
Very good Auld thing xQuote:
Originally Posted by Nee Bother
Morning Mist
Its rudder runs through the morning grass
In its wake, the dew a sea of tranquility;
Its early gray aura taps at window panes
As to Morse code a waking message;
It challenges the walking sun with playful scorn
Softly, all living creatures come to life;
The hues on nature’s landscape unfold
Brush-stroked by a master’s hand;
Nightlights are extinguished one-by-one
As the sun attempts to peer through the glass;
It creates hidden shadows for the nocturnal
To the meek-eyed, a bargaining plea;
Advancing, it covers the streams and the lakes
As to see its own-misted reflection;
Its content to be obscurely good
As it lofts upon the mountains;
The morning breeze blows a gentle wind as to challenge
Its soft touch dissipates the mourning mist – their differences reconciled.
Robert Sheridan
A few poems to catch up on here...oops Boss prowling round..best do it tonight! :D
for the mistress of Whippet Towers
Patience, Hard Thing!
Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray,
But bid for, Patience is! Patience who asks
Wants war, wants wounds; weary his times, his tasks;
To do without, take tosses, and obey.
Rare patience roots in these, and, these away,
Nowhere. Natural heart’s ivy, Patience masks
Our ruins of wrecked past purpose. There she basks
Purple eyes and seas of liquid leaves all day.
We hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills
To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills
Of us we do bid God bend to him even so.
And where is he who more and more distils
Delicious kindness?—He is patient. Patience fills
His crisp combs, and that comes those ways we know.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Ah the old whippet makes a reappearance, tis good to have you back...and what a fine poem, i do like a bit of Hopkins...but patience? me thinks I need to meditate on such a concept and its benefits! ...nice choice tho you ol hound :-)
Dandelion
Resting in a necropolis of weeds
Naive hope writ in its parade of yellow
And the lion’s tooth of its leaves
Wondering if one day it will occupy
The affirmation of “flower”
Some say
an innocent vanity and conceit.
One morning you awake
To the cruellest of jokes
Pretty with tufts
Of white angelic fruit
you realise with great clarity
you contaminate and displace
Vital nutrients, from the proper buds.
Your days are numbered,
for in short, you are
a NUISANCE.
But wait, there is one thing.
You remain a fanciful game
and the children
making wishes with your parachutes
Blow you, without remorse,
Into a fractured state
To the only promise you have
A home unknown and away
From what you thought
was belonging.
Absolutely brilliant Frecks - what excellent metaphor, but I hope not too autobiographical. Anyway, you know that one definition of a weed is that it's just a plant whose virtue has yet to be realised, and no fears as your's my dear is apparent, and loved, by so many on this thread:oQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Thank you Mossy, what a lovely thing to say, you are very good to me, and don't worry, I am fine, I just sometimes go off on imaginative tangents!Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
....funnily enough just as you were writing I found this poem by the boy Hopkins which echoes some of your thoughts about weeds....and made me think about the fells a bit!
Inversnaid
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
-- Gerard Manley Hopkins
*PS some nice background info on the author and the poem here...
http://www.buckingham.ac.uk/english/...nversnaid.html
this includes glossary of unusual words used by hopkins, apparently "braes" means hills I reckon we should start using it in our verse on this here thread to keep such language alive! wot do you think? X runner i bet you have come across that language in some of the poems you have re the fells?
Brilliant response NB. I have only just returned to the forum after daft working hours and am really upset to see the bickering on the depression thread. Luckily there are so many lovely people on here offering support and friendship and I hope that that will be what is felt above and beyond the bitchiness.
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Wow...Freckle, this is amazing! I love it. It works on so many levels and the imagery is wonderful. I didn't have time to weed my front garden so I picked all the dandelions and put them in a vase in my kitchen so that I could enjoy their sunny flowers but they wouldn't spread their seeds too much. I'm not sure what that is a metaphor for?!!!
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Originally Posted by freckle
'bout time we heard from our Sylvia methinks......
The Death of Myth-Making
Two virtues ride, by stallion, by nag,
To grind our knives and scissors:
Lantern-jawed Reason, squat Common Sense,
One courting doctors of all sorts,
One, housewives and shopkeepers.
The trees are lopped, the poodles trim,
The laborer's nails pared level
Since those two civil servants set
Their whetstone to the blunted edge
And minced the muddling devil
Whose owl-eyes in the scraggly wood
Scared mothers to miscarry,
Drove the dogs to cringe and whine
And turned the farmboy's temper wolfish,
The housewife's, desultory.
Fantastic stuff Freckle. You are feeling inspired.Quote:
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Hi, just returned from a beasting on Helm hill tonight & was thinking of this Hopkins poem as I staggered out the reps. I heard it read once & it felt like I had no idea what was going on, just bashing about, and yet it all made sense in the end. Bit like my hill session....
AS kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
(I find it helps if I shout this poem!)
I can't imagine! But it is a fine time of year for a little bit of propagation.Quote:
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Only just spotted this, bit slow, lot of negative posts on other threads these days:(Quote:
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Glad to say this one by Auld Ken isn't one of them.
Top post, top bloke and a pleasure to be with out on the fells:)
I spent tonight relaxing in the garden watching little dots going up and down the Helm. Sounds like I missed a good night. I like the Hopkins.Quote:
Originally Posted by duncs
curlews' mournful cries
echo across Bronte Moors
through thick swirling mist
Like that DT, heard some curlews yesterday on Rishworth Moor, couldn't see them for the mist though, Yorkshire weather. It was fine today when i pedalled home from Lancashire and throwing it down in Yorkshire:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Funny sort of an evning merry. Gloomy as hell up on t'moor but much brighter when I got home. Grand as owt to be out mind :)Quote:
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(Merry) Legs of lead, breathing like a bullQuote:
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Up a hill that 4 months ago was nowt
Grand as owt to be out mind
Inspired by DT:)
There are more details of Simon Armitage's Pennine Way walk on his website.
http://www.simonarmitage.com/
And just a reminder of our night...
http://fellpoets.blogspot.com/
Freckle, I have just realised that YOU wrote this, its delightful, thank you, am a bit in awe!Quote:
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Loved that one freckle :D I am afraid Mrs Alf has dispatched with "extreme prejudice" every dandelion on our lawn and now we have some "very scenic":rolleyes: brown patches left. I like dandelions they are the only flower I can successfully grow :)
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Good one merry! :cool:
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A man travels wide
his haiku will flow then ebb
now the tide is high
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Thanks for the update Harry I am looking forward to it! :D