Stuff Harry Said #2

Lass, take the can't away and put won't, that's nearer the truth.

You can.... but only if you know how. 

I own up, that there's the tricky bit. 

Better to say you won't and appear a rebel, than to say you can't and look feckless.

Harry
Life Tag ~ Peter Sellers ~ Goodness Gracious Me

Stuff Harry Said #1

Run away pet by all means it’s what you do
but.....When you turn back round to face the buggers,
walk towards them wtih a purposful stride.
Flinch not, Fear not, Falter not, Fight not.
It’s the facing whats in front of you that’s the winning.
The rest is nothing by comparison.

Harry

Life tag ~ Mario Lanza ~ If I Loved You

Natures' Phoenix

Autumn Leaves 
Summer Behind
Winter breathes
Spring to mind




begrudge not when getting weak and old, 
we have to make room for newborn bold.

Gertie
Life tag ~ John Martyn ~ Bless The Weather

Blessed Are The Cracked For They Will Let In The Light - (Groucho Marx)

Why do I always want to make people laugh?

Gets me invited to all the best parties. Always ensures me a seat in the staff rest room. 

Colleagues come to check if i’m in their group on training days as when bored can get a bit anarchic. 

Family members quote stories about me and I think i’m a bit of a glue at times when things get fraught. 

I’m confident of a good turn out at my funeral with plenty of quote un-quotes. 

Even had the *Spanish Contingency* laughing and they spoke not a word of English. 

Joe laughs in spite of himself. 

The father of my sons, who ought to have known better, is laughing on the other side of his face right now..I don’t find that funny at all.

At work last week my partner in crime a much younger arrogant tho' likeable man with ADHD was losing in a debate with me about his atrocious time keeping, he decided to come over to my swivel chair and pretend to dry hump my leg for comic effect and to stop me in full flow..I didn't get outraged I just grabbed his heal twisted his leg and deftly up-tipped him flat on his back and arse on the floor I got the last laugh. Everybody fell about at him as he's very tall and gangly. I knew that would be funny. The beauty of growing up amongst brothers. 

Lastly on the back of that last recount but not least when i’m miffed and *on one* everybody laughs more and I don’t think that’s funny really as I’m *on one* for a good reason.

Marie was a Domestic Goddess, Pauline was an Angel of Mercy, Anna was stunningly beautiful and sassy and uber intelligent, Joe was an amazing artist and a mechanical whizz kid. Alex was musically gifted, could make a quid into two quid in the blink of an eye and had amazing technical drawing abilities and John had awesome text book intelligence. I had to find something I could do. I hate competitive streaks it scares me. 

That’s all good isn’t it? 

No it’s not. 

I want to be quiet. 

What will they think of my natural spirituality, born out my love for all things wonderful about the universe and none of its scientific reasons. In short, just the magic of it all. 

When I look at a painting and marvel at the artists attention to detail. 

What will people think of the fact that I see the detail but wonder what lies beneath the detail. The feelings of a tree and not the minutiae to be copied. That extra essence that widens my eyes. 

Or think of my story of my flyaway owl called Drac, who hoots to me all night long if I so choose to listen and in seeing something beautiful only to humans, wisely looked away and now his head is permanently the wrong way round, so he’s forever backwards coming forwards. Not a joke in that story anywhere but the real essence of me. 

What about the fattest Heron on the Carp Lake over the road who stares me out disdainfully and was pathetically but importantly my first friend in this ugly city. I worried about him when the lake froze solidly over this last winter as he’s not used to hard work given he’s almost got the lake to himself. No Hungry Heron that one. I usually don’t like smug bastards. Will anybody see the importance of that to me. 

I want to see if people will like me in all my otherness and seriousness.

I can’t stop being funny because I’m not confident they will. 

The one thing that I hate people saying to me when I am quiet, is *smile* I usually just smile. 

Gertie
Life Tag ~ Bert Jansch ~ A Woman Like You

Dreams Without Fear

I have this dream and it visits upon me now and again like a old friend who knows it's time to catch back up.  My dream finds me in the ocean completely naked and steadily swimming in breast stroke and always away from the shoreline; I just presume there is a shoreline as I never see it to be sure. I don't start off the dream by getting into the ocean I'm always just in it and I only go forward towards nothing visible. I can't feel anything about the dream scaring me for the vast ocean is like a mill pond and I can't get a feeling that the water is cold and punishing, just me and the ocean and nothing but more ocean in front of me. My swimming strokes are completely rhythmic and almost choreographed and without any sense of oceanic sound or my own dialogue. Sadly, I always wake up just as I'm losing strength and being pulled down into the water and yet I'm as calm as the grey water that's starting to engulf me, so I don't understand what wakes me from it. 

I like to think the dream is strangely foetal because I feel safe in my inevitable drowning and unborn babies don't feel scared floating about in their little buffering ocean. 

Madness I know but it's got me this far..

Gertie 

Life tag - Van Morrison - Into The Mystic

The Moon & Tide Provides

I'm going back inside my shell.
I can hear the sea in here.





Gertie

Life tag ~ Annie Lennox ~ Into The West

Eye Kissing

Gazing your lips up to my eyes,
holding sweetness in it's intent.
side biting bottom lip
betraying shy thoughts.

You’ll look, then in realising,
smile, taking one step forward.
Two pairs of palms meeting half way,
soul kissing, instead of hello.

Gertie

Life tag ~ Craig David ~ Unbelievable

Stuff Aunty Mary Said #1

*Sit Down (Gertie), stop fidgeting...

Anyone would think you had a bluddy clue up yer arse*!!!

What's a little (Gertie) to do when one had no clue what a *Clue up yer Arse* meant...yeah that's right...carry on fidgeting it would be bound to drop out eventually!!

(Gertie) Logic...

Gertie

Life Tag ~ Judy Garland ~ You Made Me Love You

She sleeps..

Eyes softly drawn like winter drapes
Dreams that comfort may visit upon her 
Sshh Tread softly 
For who would deprive 
She has need



Gertie
Life tag ~ Joan Armatrading ~ Willow

Being Me In The Being Of You

within your kindly words and pleasing manner
saw me dwelling there awhile, drawn closer still 
finding my head for a me that prefers to be
and lost my heart to a you as always was
such were you at ease in who you are 
and such was my knowing, for all, you were and are..

John 15:4 *Remain in me and I will remain in you*

Gertie
LIfe tag - Coldplay - Clocks

Measuring Moments

Peace is:

Being still and in the stillness find more still. 

Being calm and in the calmness find more calm.

Being me and in the me-ness find more me.

With-in not With-out.

Weakness is:

Fearing the hurt. 

Needing more than that which sustains. 

Strength is:

Understanding 

Gertie
Life tag Cat Stevens - Moon-shadow

Kindness Personifed

Kindness needs no proclamation;
It announces itself in quiet deed.


Gertie
Life tag ~ Curtis Mayfield ~ To Be Invisible

Gertie Wisdom #1

Dizzy Depths

When a man makes like a bone between two snarling bitches.

The wise bitch changes her taste to something less un-savioury.

Gertie 

Life tag - Toni Braxton - He Wasn't Man Enough For Me

Childish Questions..

More questions than answers..

When Is a lie not a lie?

When the truth is both cautious and silently kept?  

Honesty not uttered still makes it a lie right?

A reply not forthcoming is avoiding the lie surely?

Is asking the road known, as dishonest as the lie?

Perhaps it says more about the person asking the road already known and subsequently knowing they are being lied to?

and here’s the rub.... 

There is no truth. Only perception ~ Gustave Flaubert.

Gertie

When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange - my youth.
~Sara Teasdale

Life Tag ~ Jackson Browne ~ Doctor My Eyes

Being Hardy

Using your wounds as words to wound others won't aid self healing; being at peace with your scars and their reminders may serve to turn them into timely whispers of wisdom. 












Gertie 

Life tag - Dionne warwick - Promises Promises 

Things I wish I could say #1

 When you look at me, I want to feel looked at..

Gertie

Life tag - The Look of Love - Diana Krall

Just-(be)Cause

I should imagine, there's nothing quite like a prison breakfast for cooling ones nonsense!



Gertie 

Life tag - Nirvana - Rape Me!

Clouded Out

Dappled grey in stilly show

clouds seemingly static,
leaning in low, grazing away the days
within their paddocked sky

Has beens, though not yet spent..

Gertie

Life tag - Fleetwood Mac - Dreams
*When the rain washes you clean you'll know*

Spike-ness-nous

..always nearly, yet never quite. 

I reckon quite is rearly shite 

and clearly, nearly is more my thing.

More my thing has a nicer ring..

That must be it. 







Gertie

Life tag - The Beatles - Within you Without You

My Shy & I

That majestic old tree
in its hugging of me
suggesting greater passion
having created its fashion
I felt such love
veiled from above
Sheltered and healing
sealed in a feeling..



Quietly growing, as all trees and lasting love are meant to do..


A dead tree, once mighty, can only ever be celebrated by those, empty in head and heart. I know this now, you showed me how.


Gertie


Life tag ~ Crowded House ~ Four Seasons In One Day

Two Cents Worth..

*Life's all about playing the hand you're dealt*

Perhaps that means some are honing their Poker Face

Does the shirt on their back represent inner resources? 

*Just don't let your hand throw you* 

I'll just be over here playing Snap






Gertie

Life tag - Jeff Buckley - Just Like a Woman

Lying Low

Asinine castigations weigh down her head like a sleepless summer night

Wearing down a  well worn care with his doggedly righteous might

Speechless now, save echoes of words screaming inside

Passion fueling their truth, inwardly ranting.....But, YOU LIED...YOU LIED...YOU LIED!



To lie for my love

For my love to die

Gertie

Life tag Robert Plant/Alison Krauss ~ Gone Gone Gone