The story of a Golden Globe nominated actress who’s done much of it and advice to those who want to do it!

Hope

Written by: Paul Callus

          When dark clouds converge
                As cold winter plots
                To dampen the soul
                 In the face of fear
                   And adversity...

                 When crisis looms
                     And dejection
                  Flirts with despair
                    Not all is lost...

                       A swallow
                     Comes along
                       Heralding

                       The joys
                       Of spring

                         Hope!


A Cherry tree

We seem to be living in difficult and conflicted times at the moment in our Western world, which is disturbing and sad.

Poetry is a good antidote and turning to the words and therefore the thoughts of someone else helps in my world.   In our world of text speak, word mumbling and dwindling communication, except on social media, poetry is the high end form of communication.   Hope you feel the same.

Poet AE Houseman

A Shropshire Lad 2: Loveliest of Trees: by the wonderful poet A.E Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Then from my neighbour  and friend Seann Sweeney he who has helped me out in a few tricky situations…..snow covered driveways, flat bike tyres etc, etc!  Seann and his lovely wife Kelle, have lived next door to me in Idaho for a few years now and I have only just learned that Seann is a writer in addition to his other talents, largely focused on the good of us all…good, caring humans are everywhere…an antidote to those other unmentionable people, who occupy our thoughts just now.
 Red Fir Branch

 

Rust-red fir branch among the green gifts,

You are a willing sacrifice

 

Living in the sounds of this stream

Muscles and cartilage energy of the raven

Vibrating rattle of the crow

 

Pinus contorta, my lodgepole pine

Standing at the edge of your village

What makes this wind that makes you talk?

Organs breathe in this coniferous air

 

Purposeful clouds

The tiny hands of the aspen show us the way

They know more than our loud

 

Powerful saplings grow without expectation

Mother feeds the roots

Tall crystals of wild mushrooms

Dandelion

 

When was the last time you saw an impatient tree?

 

 And finally a picture of a sculpture we all love and know:   how could this not uplift our hearts!

The kiss by Rodin

More anon….friends!

 

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