Heart-hugs, soul-smiles and mind-melodies for children and gentle adults.
This is convergent from Didge’s Ditties often lighter posts, but life is multi-faceted and pain an equal reality to happiness . Conversation may not cure but perhaps it eases symptoms.
Read article attached for my experience with chronic migraine.
Photo: ‘Migraine in the Desert’
Sometimes people don’t hear or chose not to listen . Sometimes it is hard to remain patient. Sometimes we should not remain patient perhaps.
It can be easy to spot a leak and walk on by; to chose to ignore the leak or pretend it isn’t there. How often leaks are self-correcting? Next time you see a leak, say it! And say it again. Gather a group and say it to them. And tell them to say it. And then together fix that leaking pipe.
Ní neart go cur le chéile!
Developing our own independent thoughts is an important and exciting part in our formation as individuals. It is a key step in the growth into adulthood. The expression of a personal opinion can be equally fearful and powerful. While it can be important to develop and trust a strong set of values and morals that inform your decisions, it is necessary to recognise the need of flexibility; to question, doubt, listen, hear and to consider alternate views. My interaction with others stands on a bridge of empathy ; I may not always sympathise with their cause but will endeavour to understand, at least, the source of their opinion and why it ripples so.
Today’s ditty springs from this well of thoughts – let your thoughts be stimulating but not stationary !
There have been many heart-felt tributes shared today upon the passing of David Bowie. A mutli-faceted, creatively-driven man who will leave behind him a lasting legacy and a well of inspiration for many. The areas of admiration for this star could field a galaxy, but for me, Bowie sparkled in ‘finding the colours inbetween’ ; the beauty hidden between the beauty, the beauty forgotten in the banal, the beauty clouded by the dark and the dust.
This ditty below, I wrote a few months previous but it resonated with me today upon the death of this icon.
RIP
Sunday morning swanning about,
Feathers fresh and a gentle pout
Exhaling a night darkened by sky
Unsure just yet what groceries to buy.
Sunday mornings by Dublin’s Canal, a place Patrick Kavanagh often found peace and inspiration. Little wonder why.
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