Another spring photo to cheer me up!
Things to do…
We have a garden that needs work…
I’m going to try and clean the house of our hoarded stuff.
But mostly I sit around feeling fed up. It’s good to be able to contact people through the Internet. Imagine the virus happening thirty years ago without smartphones. One land-line per household, trying to find out information? Now it’s almost like there is too much knowledge, but half of it is fake!
People have become cynical, greedy, selfish…
Sorry, rant over
We live in difficult times,
In a bubble where nothing can touch us,
In a dream world of Internet lies,
In a world where one touch can kill us,
Yes we live in interesting times.
We live where a cold can be fatal,
Where a virus is writing our fate,
In a world where borders can’t save us,
We must act before it’s too late.
Don’t think the world is over,
We must fight till the end is right here,
No one knows what resolve will save us.
But we live in interesting times.
When your mind swirls out of control,
when you think too much
but it comes to nothing.
Too busy to stop,
then too tired to be busy.
Life gets in the way,
thoughts run over the edges of ideas,
drip out of my mind,
slide down the plughole of imagination.
from energy to entropy,
slipping into chaos.
what would happen if the Earth was tipped up on its axis?
The world would spin so the equator was spinning at nintey degrees or so to where it is now. Every twenty four hours it would still spin West to East as it does now, but the Sun would not rise and set every day. I think it would only do that when the Earth was mid way between when either pole faced the Sun. Because the Earth rotates round the Sun. So the North or North East or North West would face the Sun for half of the year and the South, South East and South West for the other half.
So what would happen to the poles? Even now, because the Earth is tipped at an angle and doesn’t rotate vertically, we get summers and winters. So there twenty four hour days in the polar summer, and twenty four hour nights in polar winter. If the Earth was tipped over more the twenty four hour days and nights would last for months. The side away from the Sun would be colder, the side towards it would be hotter. Perhaps all the ice would melt at one pole and freeze much more at the other? Who knows? I’m sure scientists would have the answer. Thankfully we don’t face that question. Sadly we do face climate crisis. We need to sort out the current situation. How? I don’t know the answer to that. But perhaps we should follow what teachers put on school reports. We must try harder?!
This is a couple of years old and about two inches by one inch. I’m thinking of doing a few more of these for a craft fair, and to cheer myself up! I have a small commission to do and I can’t drag myself out of my current low mood. In any case I’m OK really, just need to get myself sorted out. Painting helps me feel better, calmer, or excited and happy.
Paint ain’t a bad thing
gets your mind working.
Paint is a pleasure
and a little bit frightening.
Creating your ideas,
putting them down
on paper and canvas.
Drawing out my mind
with colour and texture.
Life can suck,
but paint can pull you back,
giving a solution and reason to be.
Can you know how I feel?
The fog that ties me down?
The tight knots in my head,
A lack of wanting to do things.
My mind wanders away to rest.
Huddled in grey mist,
Finding solace in thought.
Do you know what I can do?
How I can break my bonds.
Feel lightened by relief?
A choice of turning in and tuning out.
Or hold tight until life returns….
Freeing me from these thoughts.
One if the worst things about the Internet is when people disappear and you don’t know where they have gone.
I have ‘lost’ a few people here recently. Perhaps it’s a new year and they have cancelled their membership, or decided blogging isn’t for them. Some of them had become friends, or I’d invested some time in reading their blogs. Some explained that this wasn’t working and they were going, others just disappeared. I can’t help saying I miss them. One person passed away. I knew she had been ill and I was sad to find out she was gone. At least there was a message put on her page to say she had died. I could grieve. But sometimes there is nothing, they become ghosts in my memory, sitting there, with no explanation. Then there are people who’s pages on Facebook are still open despite having died two or three years ago. Each time I see their faces on my friends list I feel sorrow, and yet it would feel wrong to ‘unfollow’ them. What to do. The etiquette of the Internet.. We need to learn.