What is there beyond? Is it in our time, or elsewhere, across a void? If we walked to the edge, what would we find? Is there a bridge, through the veil? Is it passable?
What would we find in that wilderness, would we meet other beings, or only rocks? Is it even wise to ask those questions? Did the Creator intend for us to look in that direction?
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Driving through the canyon between the land
Feeling like the filling in a sandwich
I found it hard to keep my eyes on the road
The rocks reaching high above my head
Shrouded in mist felt more interesting
Than our destination
Something ancient still lived there
I felt its presence like a memory
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If I thought the first part of the adventure had taken ages, the next bit seemed to take even longer. She says it didn’t, and that I was just getting a bit excited… but I don’t know so much. The little, winding roads take longer, especially when you don’t know where you are going! But ‘ventually, we parked up in some trees and they let me out.
It had been touch and go. The ball guy had put my leash on a few minutes before we arrived, so he could let me out faster… and I forgot myself. I hold up my paw… the excitement was just too much and I bit clean through the leash. Still, it had been a long one, so they managed, even if it did mean I couldn’t explore quite as well. Except, once they showed me how to get through the funny kissing gate thing, and made sure there were no chaseable things in the fields, they took the leash off and let me run 🙂
We were a long way up the hills by the time they stopped to let me have another drink. I tried to excavate my way into the bag they’d brought with them, but they still didn’t get the message. Well, she wouldn’t, ’cause she didn’t know… and the ball-guy had forgotten that he’d packed my special tennis ball in there. I’m not sure it qualifies as archaeology exactly, but it is a bit ancient these days… still, it is the one I love and I knew it was there!
It is a bit weird this ‘knowing’ business. You might say I could smell it, and, given a few of the places it has been over the years, that is prob’bly true. But I wonder how much they ‘know’ by using all the senses you two-legses pretty much ignore these days? You can learn a lot from the world just by feeling it… and almost as much comes in unawares, if you are just open to it. But, two-legses are weird anyway… and mine more than most!
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What are these
strange rocks
On top
Of a hill
As I watch
The horizon
Stretches for miles
I am curious to know
About the strange rocks
who put them here?
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Growth and destruction
A necessary cycle
Seldom understood
Grief dims the heart’s true vision
Each ending a beginning
Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:
Let it be admitted that Maljie has her informal side. There are times when she unbends slightly. Mind you this unbending is reserved for a select group, sometimes known as the lesser mendicants.
Let us be clear, at the shrine of Aea in Her Aspect as the Personification of Tempered Enthusiasm, we don’t encourage children to join the mendicants. There are other institutions which will reach out and support children. Until they’re old enough to wield a broom with vigour, we tend to regard them as ‘somebody else’s problem.’ Our enthusiasm is indeed tempered.
‘Nice’ children who have parents and families can be coped with by the system. It’s the children who are difficult that people struggle to cope with and who present problems. Whether it is something from her own past, her time spent working at the Insane Asylum, or whether she merely likes the challenge, but these children somehow gravitate to Maljie.
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“Why is it this way, Mama?”
The woman let the small hoe drop from her hand. She straightened, hands over the small of her back, achy from the bending. The plot was spare, and the harshness of many a hard winter had stripped most of the topsoil off, leaving more pebbles than dirt. Still, it was better than nothing, and she was thankful.
The child had been sorting stones into piles. Larger ones. Medium ones. Smaller. There were repairs to make to walls and fences, and very little in the way of clay. Sizing stones helped make the puzzle of fitting the best bit in the best place, easier. It was a tedious chore that the girl somehow managed to make into a game. She had that magic in her, Margot did, the spark of joy that Annabelle spent every night praying would not ever have cause to slough off or be snuffed out.
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I am not a tidy person. My wife, Bernie, is much better than I am but even she admits that, as a couple, we have to work at it.
At the bottom of our garden is a large stone building called ‘The Saltpetre’. Built around 1820, this ‘expense magazine’ (and no, I haven’t just made that up) used to house gunpowder awaiting transportation the following morning via the canal that was once next to it. I’ve mentioned it before, but this post is nothing to do with the history of the village… other than the legacy of caring for something that old.
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How can we remain neutral to injustice? Some countries believed they could just so during some very horrendous warring. But mostly they stayed neutral to keep their own productions and exports going to feed their own. Too many are taught to think individualistically. Where is peace for the greater good, the majority, who often do not have a clear cut voice?
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The Fists of Glory Fight Team hit some nearby woods for trail running.
One path led to another, and before anyone knew it, they were several miles from where they began, unsure of how exactly to return.
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