Scent of larkspur greets me
as I head windward, enslaved in my body
vermilion blossoms delight me, a mariner
on this stormy sea of pain
I am incandescent that I lived when death came
I execrate my fiendish body
on which hare brained surgery was performed
I miss my Dad’s fingers in the tendril of my hair
he is in the lattice of my thoughts
One of my first work experiences was bridge-building between the Catholic and Protestant communities in Northern Ireland. We visited schools and youth clubs, having discussions and using drama sketches to illustrate the tough questions.
Almost all of the youth, who would be over 30 now, wanted peace in Northern Ireland.
It seems peace is not enough. Due to what we term Brexit, there is now a customs border in the Irish Sea. It was impossible to put a border on the island of Ireland, as border checks were what The Troubles were about.
The Troubles means the bombings, murders, and deployment of British troops. It is a very Irish expression but minimizes the terrible warfare that went on.
Since the UK left the European Union, each EU member is part of the Good Friday Peace Accord and must do all they can to preserve it.
Now, goods arriving in Northern Ireland from Britain must go through customs. Some businesses, because of this, have stopped trading with Britain and only trade with the EU. Some goods are no longer available in Northern Ireland.
Note that the United Kingdom includes Northern Ireland. Britain does not include Northern Ireland.
There was an election in Northern Ireland last week. For the first time, Sinn Fein won a majority. The Democratic Union Party (DUP) refuse to sit in government with Sinn Fein because, they claim, the trading protocol with Britain is not working.
Everyone agrees it is not working. The answer is to talk it out. The Good Friday Agreement states that power must be shared.
Since the DUP, who are renowned for being difficult, will not take up their posts in government, I think it is time for the people to vote on a united Ireland. The population did not want to leave the EU. A united Ireland would be entirely EU.
It is only ideology that keeps Northern Ireland separate. The ideology of the DUP. Obviously, they are now less voted for. Other smaller political parties ate into their constituency too.
One cannot please all of the people all of the time. Right now, people are angry that London is governing them, and nothing is being done to address local issues. Thus, I believe that although some will vote nay, the majority will see the logic and vote yes.
Last year there was some violence about the trading protocol, i.e. the border in the Irish Sea, using 11-year- old boys so as not to be known. It was obviously not Sinn Fein. Buses were set alight with petrol bombs made in bottles
If violence is that pathetic, a united Ireland is an obvious answer to Northern Ireland’s problems.
We unfurl
Day by day
From our birth
Learn to touch
Want to smile
And we laugh
So we grow
World expands
See the sky
Why what how
Start to ask
And we trust
Won’t you shout out loud with me
Why is that, what’s it do
How do you know it’s true
We feel pain
Someone hurts
It’s unfair
We see life
Differently
No more trust
So won’t you scream out loud with me
Why is this world unfair
Why are there rich and poor
Why are some crushed when I am free
We want change
We want light
Equality
So just please shout out loud with me
Let’s revolutionise how it works
Let us all be free
No more poverty
So come and scream with me
Give us equality
We bring peace
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Lately, my health has been OK. For me, with all the complex issues I have. My breathing is ‘ok’ but I do frequently feel I might suffocate. This occurs when I change posture. It means that sometimes I lay down at night and my respiratory rate will be about 140 and my pulse about the same. Panic strikes but I know that waiting it out will bring normality back.
I had botuline injected into my arm in an attempt to relax it. That failed and has caused me excruciating pain. I have made a complaint.
I also have a complaint against South West Ambulance. I can’t go into detail.
So generally, things are always less good than a week before. The degeneration is slow. Warm weather is my friend.
My garden is delightful. Flowers everywhere. I greet each new flower with delight. I will post a photo soon.
America, land of the gun,
home of the bereaved
gone is the pursuit of happiness
forget the right to life
The Second Amendment misunderstood,
politicians wring their hands
words uttered in vain, meaningless
Sandy Hook changed nothing
Let’s shoot children, all complicit
every senator or congress member
life is cheap just like bullets
shooting children in the land of the gun
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My garden is full of flowers,
they dance a graceful waltz
with the breeze, with butterflies
most of all with bees
Flowers dance in sunlight
flirting with music unseen,
listen, you hear it, will-o-wisp
pollen gathering meanwhile
How much sunlight is contained
in that small drop of dew?
gleaming so brightly, beaming
on the leaf below the bloom
Twenty four years of photos
Kjell Sandved spent twenty four years travelling the world photographing butterflies while he worked at the Smithsonian Institute.
He found all twenty six letters of the English alphabet on the butterflies’ wings, and the numbers 0–9. He compiled the Butterfly Alphabet.
He then started to accept commissions to place his amazing photos into requests made by the public, as well as his alphabet poster.
How amazing is this?
I discovered this some years ago, and then, almost by chance, I found it again. I want to share the wonder with you.
You can request a name or word from his website: Butterfly Posters, Books, Prints & Gifts (butterflyalphabet.com)
Daughter, seek wisdom above all
Don’t repeat the mistakes of my youth
Yet you are more self-possessed
Than I ever was, will be
You’re cool, a bright young thing
Popular, a blessed child
Not awkward like I was
Shy with nothing to say
Although I could have shouted
From the roofs my manifesto
You are blessed with grace
Talented dancer, athlete
Beautiful to all, my little girl
The sailing club billows forth
Tacking across the harbour
Circling the islands
Visiting each bay
A pleasant view to watch
On a May afternoon
Dotting the water
Gliding the waves
Soundless but for the wind
And crash of waves
The shouting of instructions
Watch the boom
The sailing club billows forth
Tacking across the harbour
Circling the islands
Visiting each bay
A pleasant view to watch
On a May afternoon
Dotting the water
Gliding the waves
Soundless but for the wind
And crash of waves
The shouting of instructions
Watch the boom
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Dusk at another airport
One can see the heat hanging
A yellow orb is low in the sky
Slowly turning to egg yolk
And then mango
Sinking slowly as a goodbye
Turning the color of oranges
Finally some red markings
As that sun drops away
Minutes pass, the clouds celebrate
With pink, pale red, apricot, and aqua
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Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 
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