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Brick built through glass,
Blue, crisp, cold sky.
Observed through ice,
Layered, feathered,
Hard and delicate.
Like royal icing,
Infinitely spun in shards.
Spiders Web of facets.
Glinting and clinking in the sun.
Breath burns holes in it,
A cold palm melts into a print.
Frosted glass?
Frosting on a cake?
Feathered moonlight,
Frost…
Stuff is in my head. Stuff that I learned at school, or from my parents and family. From books I have read, from things on the TV and radio. From things I have experienced, felt, seen, heard.
The mind is a wonderful thing if it is allowed to learn. An empty vessel waiting for millions of little facts and ideas to inhabit it. General knowledge, science, literature, music, ideas, so much! I know things I didn’t think I know. Except about pop music! That’s what I really don’t know. I don’t claim to be knowledgeable about everything and anything. But I know a bit about quite a lot. But then am I a jack of all trades and master of none. You can see my grammar is not brilliant, I can’t do complex maths or calculus, but I know they exist…
The mind should be kind, I think. To be flexible and fluid. To try and understand other peoples minds and ideas. To care about things around you.
The mind can be beautiful. You have to try and make it that way.
Snow, I’m sitting here wondering if it will or won’t. It tried to earlier on, little ice crystal shaped flecks melting on my windscreen.
So cold and chilly, even with the heating on. We don’t use our gas fire any more because it’s too old. The gas central heating boiler is due to be serviced in the morning.
Snow doesn’t happen much these days. If it does its usually in the new year for a few days. Not months like in the early 1960’s when there was snow on the ground in Britain for more than three months. When the drifts in country lanes were so deep children had to walk across fields to get to school. My hubby remembers that. When milk froze in milk bottles at school and pushed the silver lids up and off.
I remember walking to school and the snow over topped my wellies and soaked my stockinged feet. In fact I haven’t had to wear wellies (Wellington boots) for years. I miss my old blue wellies in the snow. I miss pretending to track people by looking at the tracks their shoes made….
Someone said to me today? Why Vote, what’s the point? I didn’t jump down their throat, but I thought, why do I vote?
I guess I care about my world, my life, the people around me, family, friends. The people in other countries. Global warming, sale of armaments, waging wars. The impoverishment of many people because of austerity.
Life seems to be unfair, lots of things don’t work out, but that’s the point of democracy, to try and improve the world for everyone. Being able to Vote is important, you can change things, you can make a difference.
In the 19th and 20th century people fought for the vote. Suffragettes fought for it, working class people fought for it. Why not respect their actions and Vote. It is important. I guess it doesn’t matter which party. It may not be the one I think people should vote for but I respect your right to do it. Thinking about countries around the world where voting is limited to only certain people, I think everyone should be enfranchised.
Does time splinter into different universes? While I sit here waiting for my hubby, who insisted he wanted to walk home in the rain after I dropped him off a couple of hours ago for an appointment, I wonder, where has he got to? Is he OK. Which way is he walking home. Might he get lost? He has problems following directions. But if he knows the way (and he walked back last week) then he should be OK.
But he mooches, he likes looking at things, he doesn’t stride out anymore. He’s not young. I want to go and look for him but the traffic outside is at a standstill. So I’m sitting waiting, worrying, fretting, he’s a grown man. I know he will be OK.. I guess. But time fractures, things happen….
Ten minutes later.. He’s back!
I was thinking today that we are odd things. A mammal walking around with a lump of pinkish grey matter a bit like blancmange in our heads. Not just us, but all mammals and most animals are the same.
A pink lump with nerves running to and from it, directing movement, thought, feelings, sensations, memories, dreams, everything…
In the past the heart was thought to be the central control of the body, if the heart stopped the body died. Then science discovered the brain. All its strange quirks. Doctors recognised physical and mental diseases. The brain is a marvel, a wonder. Think about it. Geniuses like Leonardo or Einstein had slightly better brains, which affected the world…
It’s not something I do very often, I think blogs should really be your own work, but a couple of times just recently I have reblogged. The reason? Because I really liked them and they are discussing things I don’t know. In the case of the science blog there is so much more in it about Daylight saving time than I ever imagined and in the case of the blog about living in China, I will never visit anywhere like that and we should all be willing to learn about different cultures. I hope you agree.
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