I may have mentioned before that I am a bit of a poet at heart. Things are often clearer to me through poetry and so today because my heart is too full and my eyes are starting to leak a little too much I give you one that speaks to our troubles. If you're not into poetry just read the first stanza. Below it you will find a picture diary of the last little while.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Last week my James turned 10, he and Matthew have birthdays just 6 days apart.
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| Who doesn't enjoy a Birthday Breakfast in Bed? |
Later in the day James' Granny Helain treated us to a meal and we had a wonderful time. The waiters sang Happy Brithday to him and then danced Kylie Minogue's "Locomotion"!
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| James and Granny Helaine |
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| Birthday Brothers Whilst our cash flow is slowly crippling our ability to function at least we still have our Daily Bread. We have been so blessed by the donations of food we have received lately. Without these we would've been looking at having to drop one of our meals. |
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| Sparrows school delivered two bixes of mixed groceries |
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| Rialto Foods donated pastas, flour, tinned white beans and chickpeas |
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| A lot of them :-) |
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| Mr Richard Church donated us an old tractor that we hope to be able to fix up |
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| Everyone had to have a good look ... even Nebo the dog :-) |
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| The plum tree outside my house reminding me that "to everything there is a season" |
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| The beautiful buds of the promise of spring |
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| Upstairs renovations being inspected by Miraculously Healed Tommy |
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| Bedrooms being sectioned off by new dry walling Finally yesterday... Due to our dreadful volunteer shortage I was looking after my 8 "Tigers" and the 8 "Lions", we had just started heading toward the Barn for our monthly Sign Language class when Joanna phoned to say the car she had borrowed (becuase hers was stolen, found and now needs repairing) had broken down when she dropped her son Kay at a party nearby. So off we dashed (me and the 16 ones I was looking after) in the taxi to rescue her. Turns out she was stuck right next to the BMX track so while we organised a tow for the broken car, the kiddies were thrilled by the madmen on BMX's doing tricks off a huge mound of sand :-) |
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By the way this blog had its 18000th hit last week! You are all amazing! Thank you for all the love you send our way.
We love you all
Pippa
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