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Saturday 15th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 15, 2020 by bishshat

Dawning Is The Day

The Moody Blues

Rise, let us see you,
Dawning is the day,
Miss, misty meadow,
You will find your way,
Wake up in the morning to yourself and leave this crazy life behind you.
Listen, we’re trying to find you.

Flow to the sea,
You know where to go,
Still we are free,
No one tells the wind which way to blow.
Wake up in the morning to yourself,
Open your eyes and start to be you.
Listen, we think we can see you.
Baby there’s no price upon your head,
Sing it, shout it.
Now the angry words have all been said.
Do it, don’t doubt it.

So rise, let us see you,
Dawning is the day,
Miss, misty meadow,
You will find your way,
Wake up in the morning to yourself, open your head and look around you.
Listen, we think we have found you.

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Storm Dennis is rattling the shed.

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Friday 14th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 15, 2020 by bishshat

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Richard was converting a Nissan off the shelf into one that looks like his mates. He did the car and I designed the packaging.

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Thursday 13th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 13, 2020 by bishshat

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Ecclesiastes 12:1-7

Remember your Creator
in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
and the years approach when you will say,
I find no pleasure in them
before the sun and the light
and the moon and the stars grow dark,
and the clouds return after the rain;
when the keepers of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
and those looking through the windows grow dim;
when the doors to the street are closed
and the sound of grinding fades;
when people rise up at the sound of birds,
but all their songs grow faint;
when people are afraid of heights
and of dangers in the streets;
when the almond tree blossoms
and the grasshopper drags itself along
and desire no longer is stirred.
Then people go to their eternal home
and mourners go about the streets.
Remember him—before the silver cord is severed,
and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the wheel broken at the well,
and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

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Wednesday 12th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 12, 2020 by bishshat

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Tuesday 11th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 11, 2020 by bishshat

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Sunday 9th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 9, 2020 by bishshat

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Storm Ciara

All night long the wind has blown
Through my disturbed sleep my home has moved, creaked and groaned
For it is a home not a house when it’s made of wood and sticks
Bricks and mortar are what make a house
I feel the walls shift behind my head
A head that’s resting but not at rest
My body holds the pain in limbo
While laying here I watch as the trees are raked
The leaves hang on
Life and death played out in this storm
I’m withered and the home moans along to my silent
Internal battle with an unknown discomfort
I write this now with numb and burning fingers

John Bish 9th February 2020

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Decided to abandon portrait but to be honest it looks quite good sitting here by the bins.

 

Saturday 8th February 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 8, 2020 by bishshat

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