Without material joy but with a glowing heart onto Hatchards (as one must – it’s a bookstore) and to Fortnum and Masons for a fine tin of Florentines…
As One Must
- Post author By Paul Ferguson
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- Categories In England, Thread August 2024
Without material joy but with a glowing heart onto Hatchards (as one must – it’s a bookstore) and to Fortnum and Masons for a fine tin of Florentines…
At least 1,415 of Hood’s complement became memories to friends and families. Their voices lost…their stories remembered.
Thoughts arrive like butterflies but don’t chase them away…hold them – as the bulldog keeps surfing.
My return home leaves me searching, a desire to return to my floating water nest, its lullaby an even keel and leveler of imbalance.
I have mostly made way for the universe coming towards me, choosing not to out-distance myself from its tumbling nature.
There were always more things. Some here and some there, with other things just around the corner. ..Too much of too much is too much and too much of a thing is too much stuff.
The droplets as if heavy tears from the sky. Peace here but not so much in this entire world we know as home. The wind not gentle in its breath but manageable, I stand by familiar tree…
Perhaps there will be (of course there will be) other moments? Still, I need a walk, as I yearn for content, images and context.
All of these steps continue, albeit there has been no personal return since November 2018. The shadows have indeed grown long and I must find my soul again upon these trails.
Dear sun, so happy you are here, near to my person, the ache is gone and I am again cradled in your arms.