dandelion patch
Language of compassion
Appears to somehow sum up the day. Charter for Compassion Institute course publicity makes the point... "The skills that contribute to the various components of Emotional Intelligence may be viewed as pre-requisites to the development of compassion--in individuals, in families, in the workplace, in communities, and in the interconnected societies of people throughout the world."
16.10.2015. Friday: twm calls for early morning coffee. Cool morning reaches heady heights of 10/11C. Some light drizzle around early afternoon... on the dismal side with highlights provided by the cumulo congestus appearing amidst the cumolo stratus clouds. Some real towering cumlus spotted over the past few days. Potential compromise of computer this afternoon. Change critical passwords (fast on separate computer) and ensure antivirus updates (try AVG pro - 1 month free). Scan identifies adware and trojan. Appears clear.
I came across a fine horse 'spoiling' ms mcgonnigal's favoured dandelion patch earlier in the year... a skewbald with fetlocks and everything else. They seemed to get on well. There was no bully about him and they touched noses. It was I... the human who was the one perturped about the secret dandelion stocks. So came across a poem from Radio 4 Poetry Day. It dwells upon the rawness of rural neighbours (not unlike as "The Field" and a long-remembered French film (google prompts me it was Jean de Florette. Featured a dispute over a water source). Not claustrophobic as the hideous small town scenarios in every small town. So here it is...
EPIC by PATRICK KAVANAGH, 1938
I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided : who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
I heard the Duffys shouting "Damn your soul"
And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen
Step the plot defying blue cast-steel -
"Here is the march along these iron stones."
That was the year of the Munich bother. Which
Was most important ? I inclined
To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin
Till Homer's ghost came whispering to my mind.
He said : I made the Iliad from such
A local row. Gods make their own importance.
Language of compassion
Appears to somehow sum up the day. Charter for Compassion Institute course publicity makes the point... "The skills that contribute to the various components of Emotional Intelligence may be viewed as pre-requisites to the development of compassion--in individuals, in families, in the workplace, in communities, and in the interconnected societies of people throughout the world."
16.10.2015. Friday: twm calls for early morning coffee. Cool morning reaches heady heights of 10/11C. Some light drizzle around early afternoon... on the dismal side with highlights provided by the cumulo congestus appearing amidst the cumolo stratus clouds. Some real towering cumlus spotted over the past few days. Potential compromise of computer this afternoon. Change critical passwords (fast on separate computer) and ensure antivirus updates (try AVG pro - 1 month free). Scan identifies adware and trojan. Appears clear.
I came across a fine horse 'spoiling' ms mcgonnigal's favoured dandelion patch earlier in the year... a skewbald with fetlocks and everything else. They seemed to get on well. There was no bully about him and they touched noses. It was I... the human who was the one perturped about the secret dandelion stocks. So came across a poem from Radio 4 Poetry Day. It dwells upon the rawness of rural neighbours (not unlike as "The Field" and a long-remembered French film (google prompts me it was Jean de Florette. Featured a dispute over a water source). Not claustrophobic as the hideous small town scenarios in every small town. So here it is...
EPIC by PATRICK KAVANAGH, 1938
I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided : who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork-armed claims.
I heard the Duffys shouting "Damn your soul"
And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen
Step the plot defying blue cast-steel -
"Here is the march along these iron stones."
That was the year of the Munich bother. Which
Was most important ? I inclined
To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin
Till Homer's ghost came whispering to my mind.
He said : I made the Iliad from such
A local row. Gods make their own importance.