Travelling

'To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.'

RL Stevenson

In everything, speed implies the need for immediacy. Immediacy implies an absence of the need to think.

The heavens are telling

For nearly a week the sky was clear. Barely a cloud; plain blue. Not a sound except the wind. And then one white line; another and then another. The planes are flying again. The sky is scared with the traces of passing planes. And now, back to normal, more than birdsong fills the air.

A Left-handed Quote

'The trait grants those who possess it a tendency toward more flexible thinking, the psychological freedom to question orthodoxies, and the cognitive facility to update beliefs.'

Melissa Roth - The Left Stuff

The world is to be seen

'A common man marvels at uncommon things. A wise man marvels at the commonplace.'

Confucius.

(Shades of Mingus?)

Saint Pancras

Learning to write with my right hand - Three

For Good Friday

Jesus Was A Crossmaker

Judee Sill (1944-1979)

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

One time I trusted a stranger
'cause I heard his sweet song.
And it was gently enticing me,
Though there was something wrong.
But, when I turned he was gone.

Blinding me, his song remains reminding me
He's a bandit and a heart breaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

He wages war with the devil,
A pistol by his side.
And though he chases him out windows
And won't give him a place to hide,
He keeps his door open wide.

Fighting him he lights a lamp inviting him.
He's a bandit and a heart breaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

I hear the thunder come rumbling.
The light never looked so dim.
I see the junction get nearer,
And danger is in the wind.
And either road's looking grim.

Hiding me, I flee, desire dividing me,
He's a bandit and a heart breaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
Yes, Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.

One time I trusted a stranger,
'cause I heard his sweet song.
And it was gently enticing me
Though there was something wrong.
But, when I turned he was gone.
Blinding me, his song remains reminding me,
He's a bandit and a heart breaker,
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.
Yes, Jesus was a cross maker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,
Please, come down flying low for me.