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I really like this Merry, it made me think of the following Fleetwood Mac lyrics:.......
Written by Christine McVie.
If you wake up and don't want to smile,
If it takes just a little while,
Open your eyes and look at the day,
You'll see things in a different way.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
Why not think about times to come,
And not about the things that you've done,
If your life was bad to you,
Just think what tomorrow will do.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
All I want is to see you smile,
If it takes just a little while,
I know you don't believe that it's true,
I never meant any harm to you.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
Don't you look back,
Don't you look back.
Right defo na night now, na night!!!!
Any video evidence? Would like to see that!;)
Morning run
First mile
legs grumbling
stomach rumbling
body like lead
battle in head
last mile
feet are lighter
day is brighter
no longer weary
feeling cheery.
I don't think Yeats or Neruda will be trembling in their graves with professional envy but it is the best I can do!:o
Whistling
A Whistle is good for the mood
It can give you a lift just like food
So the next time your flagging
And your shoulders are sagging
Try whistling a ditty that soothes
Inspired by seeing Joss Naylor when i did the Duddon Valley last year, he was heading down to Wrynose Pass with his dog, descending with youthful ease and whistling a tune, an uplifting moment:)
Good day to you all...
an inspiring poem anyone?
Touched by an angel
M.Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.