good things are worth waiting for . . .

good things are worth waiting for . . .

aitch called last night and we spoke of loves, strategies and common sense . . .
you will not find it surprising that at such a time as this I look for comfort and solace in my heart's memory. this heart is an engine of many parts and is fueled by love and affection, friendship and understanding. when the main supply runs dry there are always the reserve tanks to rely on, lest I stall. I am blessed with three such distinctive reserves though I do not feel worthy of this privilege - my family, my friends and my love for another. we spoke of each but, in particular, the latter.

for several months now, despite my apparently ever-changing 'romantic' circumstances, my heart's desire has remained true to one for whom I still hold the hope of a permanent bond. for me it is not a case of knowing one's own true feelings though the circumstances may suggest that these feelings were falsely born having been initiated by the need to fill the vacuum left by the two-dimensional relationship with my adoptive parents and the recent break-up of my marriage. that may have indeed been the case when I first set out on my quest to find a replacement 'partner'; the same may be said of my impetuous purchase of two totally unsuitable canine companions after custody of my two previous dogs reverted to my ex-wife. I am, by nature, an impetuous person and I am constantly falling foul of this unfortunate tendency and others, I am sad to say, have also suffered as a result. for that I am truly sorry.

aitch made the point about how difficult it would be for someone to virtually give up the life they know, however stressful and demanding, for an uncertain future in an unfamiliar place amongst people they hardly know. it may seem obvious but I was blinded at first by my single-minded infatuation and baseless optimism. I understand now and I should have understood earlier though the optimism still remains and that infatuation has blossomed into something else. I now know that good things are worth waiting for; after all, I found my family after 52 years, what better proof could there be than that? it's quite a revelation for me and that maxim alone has given me great peace . . .

glory be . . .

yesterday's walk was magnificent. it was a beautiful day with hardly a cloud in the sky. as the light faded, the living shapes of nature began to reveal themselves against the backdrop of a glorious highland sunset.









some things never change . . .

the beauty that surrounds those of us lucky enough to live in paradise cannot be measured or explained with words alone.
even a well-considered photograph or painting can only give description within a limited vocabulary whose extent could never satisfy those, such as this writer, hoping to express the power and spirituality of nature's wonderful gifts.














and so, balance is restored, and the mediocrity and shallowness that surrounds us in these modern times pales into insignificance. ultimately, only goodness prevails, and it is within each of us to seek and find truth and peace and to obliviate that which threatens the harmony that keeps us at one with our universe.

tits oot fer th lads . . .

I ventured into an uncharted world
With demesnes with such names as
'Bebo' and 'Myspace' and 'Facebook'
Where invisible players with such names as
'Wonderwoman69' and 'Stylebluesguru' and 'SgtBizzie'
Communicate in strange tongues with such words as
'Lmfao' and 'Lol' and 'Btw'

I find myself at once drawn to that shadowy universe
For there I am at one and in step with an evolving universe
But here I will inevitably return from time to time
it's the only bleedin one where I can do an illustrated blog

leon sweeden
ludicrus cum louder. part iv. line 127

morning mist

The sun had long since in the lap
Of Thetis taken out his nap,
And, like a lobster boil’d, the morn
From black to red began to turn.

samuel butler
hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line 29