Music, Reading, Running, Product, Chess
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My mother's mother had
"What's meant for you will no pass you"
My mother's mother had
"What's meant for you will no pass you"
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife
I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife
Everyone listen to me.
We had ten pairs of scissors at half past two,
And now there's only three.
Seven pairs of scissors disappeared from sight.
Not one one of you leaves till we find them
We can stop here all night!
Scissors don't lose themselves, melt away or explode.
Everyone listen to me.
We had ten pairs of scissors at half past two,
And now there's only three.
Seven pairs of scissors disappeared from sight.
Not one one of you leaves till we find them
We can stop here all night!
Scissors don't lose themselves, melt away or explode.
My cat, outside door: NOW I WILL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
My cat, outside door: NOW I WILL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
In cloud castles it's warm they say.
The city is full of endless rain,
Stray cats and strangers, a constant pain
The city was gloomy, angry, and blue,
Everything wrong, nothing to do.
I dreamed of fixing the world one day,
But thank God, I didn’t know the way
In cloud castles it's warm they say.
The city is full of endless rain,
Stray cats and strangers, a constant pain
The city was gloomy, angry, and blue,
Everything wrong, nothing to do.
I dreamed of fixing the world one day,
But thank God, I didn’t know the way
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
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Recently at a Q&A, the chair asked me an excellent question: Why do you push so hard against the idea of a ‘nature cure’ when moments in your book Drystone - A Life Rebuilt might look like exactly that?
The answer is simple.
#Reading #Writing #NatureWriting #Nature #Scotland #Books
"You didn't just X, you Y"
It's making me giggle
"You didn't just X, you Y"
It's making me giggle
Feed a man to teach; fish becomes a lifetime.
Feed a man to teach; fish becomes a lifetime.