If life were a bowl of cherries...

There is a significant improvement in the aesthetic pleasure offered by your surroundings when tempered by the fact that you will not have to look on them again.

It is possible for a plumber to paddle his way across a bathroom floor and *still* maintain that nothing is broken

Time does *not* run proportional to any constant.

Packing should NEVER happen until the last mintue.... otherwise you will have nothing to do with it!      

Procrastination is not an art form - it is a beautiful and perfected way of life.

xXx 

Lights hang low in dusty shrouds
And all about the wild ones
Wail their piteous melodies
To the night -


Watchers in the dark
Peering through their misted veils
To see the burning
High above, atop the hill.


A fight, a fight
The wild ones bark
They howl their anger
Through the dark.


How different to the cityscape?
Ten thousand time ten thousand
Sparks of light laid out
below in GLORY


Look down again - below the surface
See a sight that’s not so strange
The watchers sit behind their veils and see
The wild ones play -

The same game and the same rules
Of desperate times
- or desperate measures -
Of how much you have left lose.

And still the dust is all pervasive,
Crumbling concrete adds her tone
To smog and dirt and wasted chances
To things taken, not returned.


A decade since and still no change
The wild ones live and breathe
The dust of someone else’s
Golden Age.

Wednesday Night: cook pasta and pasta sauce, make two thank you cards

Thursday Night: Buy a bottle of wine and maybe some chocolates... borrow some colours?

Friday Night: Trip out to Soho

Saturday: Walking / Bazaar

Sunday: Walking / Bazaar - need to think through pressies

Monday: Pack!!

Tuesday: Fly back to the UK, dinner with parents, over to Wallingford

Wednesday: Work out what to do now.

xXx

I need to do a full update, but my head is still swimming with everything so I shall give that a miss for the moment. 

Ruth has tied 19 knots in a piece of elastic band (broken)... but it snapped so she had to stop.

xXx 

Sometime, around February this year a good friend of mine made a rather a profound statement. Well actually he made it to a then friend of mine during a discussion that was later repeated to me,

"I don't think even Ruth knows what she wants." 

He was right.

It can be surprising how quickly things change.

I dont know if I can put it into words. I don't know if I can explain it. I don't even know if it makes sense. But that doesn't matter, it is my life, my choice and my desire. There is no one I have to justify it to.

I want to give as much as I can whenever I can. I want to be useful. I want to have a house or appartment of my own. I want to have the run of a country should I chose it. I want to be able to chose the time I go out and the time I come home. I want to be able to cook my meals or go out for dinner as I wish. I want to be able to walk to the pub. I want to dance. I want to be able to act on whim.  I want to see people smile. I want to laugh. I want to play for hours and no one mind. I want to see the people I love change.

I want to go walking in the park in the rain wearing my red skirt and my green shoes and coat.

I want to grin because it is sunny and the flowers are smiling.

I want to love.

I want to learn.

I want to live.

Most of all I want to live.

For me, for what I can do and for what I can aim for. For what I enjoy and what is worthwhile even though I don't. I want to have stories to tell and memories to share. I want to be able to look back and say that I havn't wasted the time that was mine to use.

It' going to be fun.

xXx 

Have you ever danced... something new and utterly unfamiliar... yet somehow the music and movement seemed so natural with each step flowing seemlessly into the next?

Have you ever found a perfect harmony to the perfect melody... one that strikes just the right note of dissonance to catch the heartstrings?

Have you ever smiled so much your cheecks ached ... and it was still worth the energy?

Have you ever baked a cake you couldn't stop eating?

Have you ever talked into the night without knowing the time?

Why did you leave it? 

xXx