'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Thursday, 19 February 2015
You are the future, the red sky before sunrise over the fields of time..... -Rainer Maria Rilke-
Hello dear Jane! Yes how I often wish I lived closer to you. Even with the years difference in our age, I know we would be the dearest of friends. I already consider it so. sending love your way!
Well hello Jane. I do hope you are keeping well. Strangely I thought the sailor's poem was... 'Red sky at morning sailors take warning, Red sky at night sailor's delight. Perhaps it is a mariner thing and if you don't live close to the water then it is of little significance. Either way the sky is magnificent. Ah yes I remember Twiggy she was all the rave of the sixties with her big doe-like eyes. So you knit a sweater just like hers did you? For us it was the white gogo boots. Every girl wanted a pair. Send some of that lovely Spring weather our way will you. Take care... Susan x
I have my head down, squirreling away on this or that, and look up and a whole week has gone by without my having popped round to everybody's blog to see how things are going with my far flung blog friends. Hope you are doing well, and that red skies over fields is better than a sailor's kind of red skies that warn of storms to come. Virtual hugs -- and smooth sailing!
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Hello Jane,
Such a dramatic sky........waiting for the curtains to rise and the acting of the day to begin......
Hello dear Jane! Yes how I often wish I lived closer to you. Even with the years difference in our age, I know we would be the dearest of friends. I already consider it so.
sending love your way!
Well hello Jane. I do hope you are keeping well.
Strangely I thought the sailor's poem was... 'Red sky at morning sailors take warning, Red sky at night sailor's delight. Perhaps it is a mariner thing and if you don't live close to the water then it is of little significance.
Either way the sky is magnificent.
Ah yes I remember Twiggy she was all the rave of the sixties with her big doe-like eyes. So you knit a sweater just like hers did you? For us it was the white gogo boots. Every girl wanted a pair.
Send some of that lovely Spring weather our way will you.
Take care...
Susan x
I have my head down, squirreling away on this or that, and look up and a whole week has gone by without my having popped round to everybody's blog to see how things are going with my far flung blog friends. Hope you are doing well, and that red skies over fields is better than a sailor's kind of red skies that warn of storms to come. Virtual hugs -- and smooth sailing!
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