05/06/18 Thoughts of You

Hello Keenan and hello Morgan,

It’s a lovely day outside, I hope you are enjoying the weather.  I expect you are both working hard on your revision for your exams?  How is this going, good I hope, just remember you don’t have to be the best just the best you can be, so don’t stress too much.  I hope the exams are going well and that you get the results you want for your future endeavours but whatever happens I will be thinking of you as I do always and holding my hopes together for you both.

Good luck

love Dad xx

Karma..my arse

Sitting just looking out of my kitchen window, busy feathered choristers playing on my ear.  Pippy my youngest daughter is also chirping in my other ear.   My thoughts turn to my oldest daughter Morgan and on how she used to similarly engage me joyfully. Alas no more, as those moments have been taken from me, snatched by a malevolence that dwells in our society, unacknowledged, unspoken, stealthily wreaking heartache as it goes on with impunity working in the shadows. First my heart was broken by her mother then my heart was broken by her mother as poison was dropped into her heart, turning it cold to me.

I was brought up in the belief of restorative justice, be good I was told and good will come to you and those that perpetrate their wrongdoing will be brought to account for their crimes. Well this too is a crime, an abuse of the young vulnerable mind of a child turned against a parents love so where is the justice, where is my karma?

Thai Sweet Potato soup

I knocked this up for my daughter’s impromptu birthday party to feed the parents. We were supposed to have a woodland party to celebrate Rosa’s 4th birthday but storm Ewan put paid to that. I made this for 15 or so people:

chop 5 cloves garlic, a plum sized piece of ginger and 2 small green Thai chillis, fry in a tbsp. coconut oil until tender,

add 2 chopped onions, 3 chopped carrots and 5 large diced sweet potatoes, continue to saute then add 2 litres low salt veg stock and 3 kaffir lime leaves, simmer until veggies softened.

Waz it all up then add 1/2 tin coconut milk and two large tbsp.’s smooth peanut butter.

Mwa

Passengers

Take our shape from those that we love and hate,

Seeds are watered within defining our fate.

Freedom an illusion from the Other

Taming the soul of sister and brother

And so He lights a fire of desire

To lock us in thoughts of what to acquire.

All fools dancing blind to His Piper’s call

One follows one over the cliff we fall

To the abyss of the rapacious few

Who weave dissatisfaction hitherto.

Un-blind yourself , rise up and know His plan,

Reclaim your space every woman and man.

If it was (To Morgan)

If it was (To Morgan)

If it was that it was later
And time had come to pass,
Then she would know I did not forsake her
Or broke her heart like glass

If it was that I could make her
See that I just couldn’t stay,
That I could do nothing further
And leaving was the only way

If it was that I were stronger
Then I may be with her still
I tried to last a little longer
But each passing day made me ill.

If it was she could see through
The web that’s spun around her eyes
She’d see that which is true
And not believe those hateful lies.

If it was that I could tell her
That it wasn’t her made me leave
It became too much to stay there
The truth she’ll come to believe.

If it is that I’ll not call her name
For the rest of my waking days
Then please tell her she’s not to blame
It’s not the error of her ways.

If it is that I can’t get to show
That my heart did not grow weary
Then please I pray let her know
Just how much I love her dearly.

Turning Circles

Turning circles, the tunnels of our mind.

Sky blue, tide turns, mountains stand tall behind.

Stood outside of time we’re all lost souls.

Feel the heart beat, wind blow, ice cold, snowfalls.

Cry out, appease the unrelenting pain.

Warm sunshine, fast river flow, driving rain.

Dwelling on times yet to be and now gone.

Sweet birdsong, crashing waterfall, white swan.

Trapped by how they say life ought to be.

Blossom blooms, bumble bees, green leaf, tall tree.

Release clinging chains of desire that tie.

Flower sweet scent, red deer run, white clouds fly.

Letting go and returning just to be,

Turning circles now still, all calm, set free.