Spinning Yarns

There! Out of the corner of your eye –
A shooting star, an angel fallen, screams!
Stolen from the hallow of the sky

Upon the unforgiving Earth stand I,
To see the burning needle as it gleams
There, out of the corner of your eye

Alas, how quick the sparks of heaven die,
Leaving nought but half-remembered schemes
Stolen from the hallow of the sky

Tomorrow, you’ll remember how to fly
Be lifted up on half-forgotten dreams
There, out of the corner of your eye

Some mornings, when I think of you, I cry
You gave to me the stars, or so it seems;
There, out of the corner of your eye
Stolen from the hallow of the sky

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They say that which does not kill us makes us stronger. Having recovered from the nasty cold that took over my life a couple of weeks ago, I’m now feeling better and more healthy than I had in a couple of months before that. Who’d have guessed? In any case, I am not going to complain, that’s for sure. (more…)

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October has a marvellous way about her, tempering the sudden chill of September with a few days of such delightful beauty as will make a body daydream of autumn all throughout the long and frigid thrall of winter. Today is such a day.

It can be tempting to give up on sunshine when the first bitter nights of September drive away the languid, hazy humours that rule in the canicular days of August. But always, it seems, there is October to remind us that summer was only a stopping place along the way, and not a destination in itself. The mosquitos and biting flies follow the oppressive humidity into its winter burrow, leaving a sky of such a perfect clarity as could only be seen, and never captured in paint or on film.

The idea of taking steps along the path is prominent in my mind today, in part because this past Saturday I took (and, I am pleased to add, passed) the test for 5th Kyu in aikido, along with three of my fellow students. This is not the only journey upon which we are embarked, however; in some sense, our lives comprise a Gordian entanglement of intertwining paths, whose progress and whose difficulty are delimited as much by who we are, as how we walk along them.

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