One may presume, that setting fire to my arm doesn’t come under the heading “Self care” However accidents do happen. I must admit up to me having cancer several years ago I wasn’t a model human being, by my reckoning as I am at the moment anyway. Cancer was a wake up call, whoever made that call didn’t really need to send me another, but hey ho.. After the cancer I attended a course on practical philosophy and learned to practice meditation and other methods of self governance. My regime was starting to slide a bit before my accident, worn down by the pressures of life and what’s going on in the world. Not being able to do much with my hands since the accident, has slowed me down again, and writing this blog is great therapy.

I am aware that my admiration of Dylan lyrics may not have escaped attention, so please forgive me for borrowing just one line of Bobs for the following. Dylan’s equals ***********

Be Myself.

Can I sit here under this tree?

Can I sit here and just be me?

Can I sit here while the world falls apart?

If I don’t, I may fall at the start.

There’s thousands like me out in the wilderness,

The sane ones who can get us out of this mess.

I try to spread kindness, nearby and beyond,

Just like the ripples from a pebble in a pond.

What good am I, if I’m like all the rest? ************

What good am I if I can’t stand the test?

Someone has to stand up and set an example,

To the ones that don’t care, of those there are ample.

So I’ll sit here under this aged tree,

Protect myself first, then others I can free.

Let’s hope that it spreads, I think that it will,

Then the whole world with goodness, we can then fill.

Ninety nine point nine Meadowhead Bard.