Friday, 13 June 2008
Light and Shade
Political language. . . is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.”
It’s one of those days when I really feel like blogging but haven’t got a single subject in mind; instead I have several little ones going round and round in my head.
My Heart Is Heavy
My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.
Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the grey hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.
It’s a day when I am thoroughly disenchanted with politics. Even more so than usual.
About what? How long have you got?
Non-joined-up thinking creating so-called progress. A drop in standards every which way. Bureaucracy gone mad. Threats to our services. Banging innocent people up for 42 days, banning demonstrations from Parliament Square to Downing Street against George Bush when he visits on Sunday.
Do you ever fear that so many folk are sleepwalking into a black tunnel that will be closed off at both ends one day?
On a lighter note these are my Blessings today.
Sleep and lie-ins. I had one of the latter today as Fridays are my Saturdays, well that’s what I tell myself as I have to work every Saturday morning (everyone say aaaaah).
It seems that every time I look out of a cottage window I see a parent bird feeding its baby. Be it a woodpecker, nuthatch, sparrow, tit or whatever, it is always a joy to behold.
I saw the jay for the first time this year. He flew into one of our pine trees. A beautiful shy bird but I do know he is a predator.
My garden, especially all my new David Austin rose bushes which are flowering now and their scent is heavenly.
The Dalai Lama book that I am currently reading. Details can be found on this page. The man is truly a special human being.
A new song that I have on my brain; my son’s new composition that he recorded recently. Anyone know any record producers?
And talking of guitarists…..
As I write this I am Listening Again online to Johnny Walker’s last Sunday show and Eric Clapton has rung up and is talking from the USA! What a treat to hear two of my favourite men together. My fave guitarist and my fave DJ (and both Arians, with the same birthday).
One more blessing before I go.
To aid my family history research I treated myself recently to a DNA test from the Ancestry website as they had a special offer, (as an adopted person I told myself I deserve it). I got the results today for my DNA Maternal Line and it is very exciting. Apparently I am what they call an European Traveller, a ‘J’ group. This group left Africa, moved to the Near East, went to Spain and I guess they ended up in the west of Ireland. We make up 10% of Europeans apparently. There is a lot of J group folk in Sardinia and also in Pakistan. Interesting stuff and I have a list of people to contact who have similar DNA.
Now I have requested the book The Seven Daughters of Eve (through the library) as it is meant to describe the different genealogical groups and their lifestyles in some detail.
I am eager now to do some more research…..when those blasted chores are done of course. The mountain of ironing, the weeding, the cooking.
But will I be able to wait?
Bye for now,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,
PS. Q. How can you tell when a politician is lying?
A. You can see his lips moving.