One things that intrigues me is how far human beings have come in a fairly short time, although we may have many weaknesses, we have just as many strengths, we have resilience, we have resolve, ingenuity, creativity and some of us wisdom. When I think about the combined strength it must have taken from each member of our species I am left speechless, and all that strength is passed on genetically, it is inherited from our ancestor, we learn from their mistakes and their successes, we learn from those who have walked before us and from them we can channel immeasurable strength and will, it leaves me truly speechless, so listen below for the first language that your very distant ancestors may have spoke to each other, try to imagine what it must have been like for them, imagine them standing in the forest speaking this language, your genetic ancestors, your family. Just imagine how you got here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The changing of the seasons happen to teach us to never be static in our lives, to never stop learning, to be open to change, to let the narrative of our life flow free,.............(mark these words well and remember), "Change is the only reality that there is, the only guarantee that we are given in this life, and we suffer when we argue with that reality."Summer has come and Summer has gone, the play is now over
The script-writer looks at the progress of his pawns and Summer takes a bow of the stage, dipping slowly beyond the horizon for the southern run of its entertainment and its many more venues to play for now the only thing to do is to Fall into the next season with a cold embrace. ![]() Now the final curtain's fallen, for no show goes on forever, if the world's a stage - mine's empty. whilst upon it you'll tread never. As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood, I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could; Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made, and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played? Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'? Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells Amidst the dying candle-light, I sit forlorn, alone, a space once filled with laughter bright, the place my heart called home Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak; though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep; " "What am I without your tender touch - the hands to hold and guide me, what purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me? I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched. but fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached. No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard, a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots. For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied, It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props. Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues. Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage, he's played a fool and played the prince- (but never acts his age). And If for once not lost for words - l wonder what he d say, to win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay? "Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true, and the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you. Now my life is robbed of meaning Iike a purse of hope that's snatched. Must I spend my whole time dreaming - living life no strings attached?" No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard, a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots. For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied, It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props. Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues. ![]() Equinox is Latin for equal night and equal day, it's a precise balancing act that happens only twice a year, it reminds us to keep a balance in our life with everything that we do, it reminds us that we should never have to much of any one thing, we should never have to much work, we need to have some play, conversely if there is to much play, nothing will ever get done. It also reminds us that another one of our years are coming to a close bringing us closer to our own mortality and our own death and with reminders like this we learn to see how precious the life that has been allotted to us is. |
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