Pressing On

A future faith then is what awaits me. But how to unload the past faith. Where to shed the burden of responsibility, and those wasted opportunities. It is time to feel relieved, and what better time, to step on the gas with the decking project.

The first planter box is constructed and positioned, thanks to some invaluable help from my son Andrew. Also, the large stones are moved from the garden to a new chill area in front of the utility room. The stones act as steps, into what will soon be my solo meditation room.

Today is the fifth time (5th) of trying to get BT to put in a second broadband line, to service to the Old Stables specifically. For whatever reason, the previous four orders have all been automatically cancelled, lets hope it is fifth time lucky.

Here is a poem from 2014:

Decipher

Up here

This is the autumn light

As gold leaf laid

On cathedral cottage windows

Out there

Way beyond the sea fret

The silver-blue skies of love

The soft blue light of longing

In my mind

The grey grass of absence

Blown by the wet winds

Trodden through by worn-out shoes

In your face

The doubt of uncertainty

Too many broken eggshells

Unfair weight for one alone to carry