Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Is It That Time Already!?!

Happy New Year!
 Bloody Hell! How did we get to 14th January 2014 already???? That means I'll turn 40 in 8 WEEKS!!!!!!
  Been laid up with a dodgy neck for a bit, but thanks to some heavy duty (bloody painful) physio, I think I'm on the mend. Had an interesting session today with chap called Oliver who did some deep pressure reflex zoned magic. I confess, it was agony at the time, but felt grand afterwards, although I have the feeling that we're just moving the knots from one spot to another. Still, perseverance....
 What else have I been up to? Well, did get the rather wonderful River Cottage Booze book, by the lovely John Wright for Christmas, so needless to say I have a brew on the go. Ginger wine :-) I had my first taste when I was about 9, and we'd nipped in to wish Mr & Mrs Gibb next door a Happy New Year. She brewed her own version of this potent liquor, and I was given a sherry glass full....Great Scot! I swear I must have looked like something from a scene in Harry Potter. Firey or peppery don't even begin to do that stuff justice! If mine turns out half as zingy a happy bunny I shall be. 
 So far ALL of my new year's resolutions have gone west....I haven't been back to the gym yet (but officially not allowed due to neck thing), my "dry January" has been decidedly moist, my diet has been utterly fucked by chocolate (but none left now, so tally-ho! on that front at least), and I have done no writing or painting, although I do have a sketch ready to be finished. So I would say it's high time to get my saggy arse in gear. No more excuses. I intend to hit the big 4-0 running. Will report my progress here.

Observations From A Street Cafe
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What is this life, if full of care
we have no time to stop and stare?

Swirling steaming cooling coffee,
bitter sweet scent. A moment to myself.
I watch my fellow insignificants rushing about their daily lives,
obsessed, consumed by those things that they think really matter.

The latest fashion, the fastest connection to a world they never see
Stop! Look up! 
Tear yourselves away from the miracle of a world at your fingertips
See the miracle of the world around you!

The North wind doth blow, but gently, no violent temper yet.
Like a shy lover he caresses the trees that line the avenue.
They shed their leaves as tears, shed for a Summer lost but never forgotten.
Tomorrow. In an hour. In a heartbeat this moment will be gone.
Stop! Look up!
Wake up! Smell the coffee. 
We are surrounded by wonders, old and new. 
Don’t forsake one for the other.