Today’s header photo, my special place.
I find modern life tough, being a man of certain age. the gadgetry, the sheer pace of life itself. A lot of the time I feel I don’t belong. I use various techniques to keep myself sane, I have a regime of meditation, time out, and making sure I am doing something I can be proud of. Since my burn injuries my model building has come to a stop, not permanently, but never the less I needed something to occupy my mind, hence this blog. It is important to me that if a younger person is being condescending I can say “Ah, but I can do this, can you?” I am lucky although we live on the outskirts of a big city. We live next to this fantastic space, a mixture park and woodland, I tend to go out there 6.30 ish in the morning, it’s about a 4 mile walk around the park and I usually sit and meditate etc for a while about half way. If I’m on the “extended walk” I can visit the beautiful Norman church where my beautiful wife and I were married, sit a while amongst the grave stones and remind myself of mortality.
Can one write blogs from prison? I don’t know, but that’s where I’ll be if our city council ever commit the heinous crime of building on this beautiful space.
A quick line from Bob Dylan, “Think I’ll get up now and go for a walk, not much happening here, nothing ever does, besides if she wakes up now she’ll just want me to talk, I’ve got nothing to say especially about whatever it was”.
The following was conceived on one of my walks.
Drizzling Rain
I went for a walk in the drizzling rain, trying to clear the dross from my brain.
I got home soaking wet, having partially cleared my mental debt.
I wonder if cave men suffered depression? So low down on the cold cave floor, finding food, clothing and keeping warm, keeping the wolves away from the door.
Modern life is much more stressed, sometimes I’m blue down to my core.
Pay this pay that, the worry of modern times, Its not wolves I’m worried about, it’s keeping the cyber toothed tiger from the door.
Meadowhead Bard.



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