The Art of Doing Nothing. January Blues. I have to say I am not embracing lockdown 2 (or is it 3?) with the same stoic, “best-step-forward”, chipper demeanour that I gave to the first time we were told to stay home back on 23rd March 2020. Since then, 2020 has disappeared under ever shifting levels …
Only the Lonely. Loneliness, The Unspoken Plague. This week’s musing has come about by the increasing incidence of articles, quotes, and themes of “Loneliness” crossing my path. Much research has been conducted on the effects of long-lasting loneliness on our physical and mental health and the findings are disquieting. There is a significant link between …
On Polarity of Opposites. Game of Thrones. I wasn’t a fan when GoT first aired. No, not at all. I tried watching a few episodes and although the acting was good, the costumes sublime, and the cinematography breathtaking, I would inevitably disengage. So, I gave up on it. Lockdown Largess. One of the Covid19 pandemic …
Making Lasting Change. A Snowy Day The snow came today. It flurried down from a grey, stony sky like the gifted feathers from a benevolent angel. It transformed my world from dull grey to a brilliant sparkling white. Wherever it kissed the ground, or objects thereon, its magical Midas touch renovated and renewed the scene …
Being the second person Someone, somewhere told me a little anecdote. I don’t remember who, so forgive me if this is a famous anecdote that I should know but in my remembering it goes something like this. dancer on the hilL There was a gathering on a hill. People sat in groups, talking and laughing …
kNITTING MY THOUGHTS. https://symanthas.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/Knitting-Thoughts-Together.mp4 Finding Christmas joy. It is a week before Christmas. My house is festooned with fairy lights, pine trees , angels and Ho Ho Ho. Everything good and joyful. Except that it’s not! Well, it is. But it’s not! I love Christmas, except I don’t. It over promises and under delivers at a …
A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare by W. H. Davies We are all so very busy. Busy with the business of busy-ness, that we do not give time just to be. Someone read the W.H.Davies poem, Leisure to me recently and it reminded me how …
Reflecting on reflections and perception On a beautiful, moody morning my walk is shrouded in layered veils of purple through to neon pinks and orange. As I contemplate the beauty, I wonder if I am alone in what I see and feel. Is everyone moved and engulfed by nature and colour? Does everyone see what …
Joy in Pocketfuls If a little thing gives you joy, note it, save it, and put it in your pocket. I recall, during a particularly dark period of my life, sitting by a window on a rainy autumn day. The reasons for my low mood are not relevant to my sharing this memory, suffice it …
