How nature loves the incomplete. She knows . If she drew a conclusion if would finish her.
Christopher Fry
Christopher Fry was an English Playwright and apparently his best known play is The Lady's Not for Burning. A story set in the middle ages. A war weary soldier who wants to die and a witch set to burn who wants to live. I am not sure where this line above about nature comes from. I was amused by the fact that Margaret Thatcher made her famous speech in which she said "the lady's not for turning". She did not know that her playwright had paraphrased the plays title. Oh the play was written after WWII.
Ah I have found it. It's in Venus Observed."In Venus Observed, the playboy Duke of Altair invites three of his former mistresses to his home on the pretext of choosing one to marry. Throw in a grown son trying to escape his father’s shadow, a soon-to-be-caught crooked assistant and his two anxious offspring, and a sudden outbreak of fire, and you end up with two and a half hours of rather wry musings on the meaning of life." Shari Perkins freelance Dramaturg. http://dramaticimpulse.wordpress.com/
I read it with joy. It is how I am feeling right now. I am enjoying the peace of just being. I am sad about the circumstances of my cousin dying. It is sad saying goodbye especially for those closest to her. I was watching the sunrise this morning and contemplating on how she has died and the world carries on turning. Nature does not end, it changes but not ends.
J was talking last evening about his thoughts on FB. He seems to have a negative opinion of it and how it is altering the way people communicate. There is I probably agree a change taking effect. Communication is less in person with the advent of emails, FB and texts. I certainly use technology using written words more. I used to love receiving letters and indeed writing letters. Which actually is not so dissimilar is it? The speed of delivery of course is very different. My view is yes it's changing and everything has been changing and growing for ever. Things that don't work can take a hold but I think gradually wear out or maybe we simply adapt and alter. Who knows? It is what it is. I have preferences but that doesn't mean I am right and they or wrong or indeed I am wrong and they are right. There is enough space for diversity. The problem is that diversity also brings prejudices.
Bias, bigotry, discrimination.
This leads to segregation and defensiveness and warfare. I feel saddened by this. I accept that it is all a part of it but it is my preference not to witness devastation and meanness. I would hope for people to embrace similarities and differences and keep an open mind. Choose yes to walk aside and mix with other like-minded's. Do not make others with different opinions suffer. It is just differences nothing more.
Of course I am not so easy going in practice. I practice at this though. The more aware I am the more I feel my principles and when I act against my principles I get a feeling, the given way of being able to listen to the Universal energy. I feel uncomfortable with myself and sometimes even angry. Now the angry haters will come down on me about that no doubt. I feel angry and I value it but I don't act out in aggression or self-berating. This self anger is a reminder that I have crossed my own morals and therefore gives me the opportunity to notice and the motivation to make changes as best I can. It is a practice.
I also realise that my ideals are permanently altering. As I learn, new information provides me with new knowledge that in turn edifies my soul and heart.
Mendacity - a new word for me. To be dishonest or lie. I do like mendacity. I know I am capable of untruths. I am so uncomfortable about this now.
Oh an ambulance helicopter has buzzed around and landed just in the village. It is leaving again now after maybe 10 minutes on the ground. I am coming up with so many different versions of the story. A farmer has lost his arm trying to fiddle with his combine harvester. Or a motor biker has crashed into a car along the little country lane. Or the church roof has collapsed and squidged someone. It must be seriously urgent for an air ambulance to arrive. I am praying for that person and feel that they are likely to be saved with the speedy reaction. It brings to mind Simon who died after a horrible motor accident. He rode at fast speed into a lamppost I think I remember. His wife and children were in the car and saw it happen. The ambulance came and he got up and walked into it. But apparently the internal bleeding was so bad that he died in the ambulance. No on realised!! That was so awful.
She has a new partner now I believe and continues to run his gardening business.
So back to whatever it was I was writing....
Nature not ever ending. Even if the planet were to die out nature carries on - the Universe. And I guess if the Universe were to go, there would be something in it's place. Nothing is something. Like silence is full of sounds.
It is always interesting how in the UK where things are not gendered, we often gender things. A car and nature are often she's. Yet in many other languages things are gendered.
She is nature and often used as an anology to wrap us up in and nurture us etc etc. I am not sure that I view nature as a female. What actually is nature? We are all nature and everything is nature. Nature may be affected by man and man made things surely are even nature?
It is life and everything itself. It is never-ending.
I wonder if I could be a fictonal writer in some way? It would be good to just do it but it would also be greater if it was something that was good enough to be published and distributed and people wanted to read. What would my story be abuot. Of course I am bored by my life but that is where inspiration comes from I suppose. I wonder what inspired Christopher Fry. He was commissioned to write and so the basis of the commission was in itself an inspiration. Then the story unfolds from there.
I would like to see one of his plays. I could perhaps simply read one.
Bliss
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Christopher Fry
Christopher Fry was an English Playwright and apparently his best known play is The Lady's Not for Burning. A story set in the middle ages. A war weary soldier who wants to die and a witch set to burn who wants to live. I am not sure where this line above about nature comes from. I was amused by the fact that Margaret Thatcher made her famous speech in which she said "the lady's not for turning". She did not know that her playwright had paraphrased the plays title. Oh the play was written after WWII.
Ah I have found it. It's in Venus Observed."In Venus Observed, the playboy Duke of Altair invites three of his former mistresses to his home on the pretext of choosing one to marry. Throw in a grown son trying to escape his father’s shadow, a soon-to-be-caught crooked assistant and his two anxious offspring, and a sudden outbreak of fire, and you end up with two and a half hours of rather wry musings on the meaning of life." Shari Perkins freelance Dramaturg. http://dramaticimpulse.wordpress.com/
I read it with joy. It is how I am feeling right now. I am enjoying the peace of just being. I am sad about the circumstances of my cousin dying. It is sad saying goodbye especially for those closest to her. I was watching the sunrise this morning and contemplating on how she has died and the world carries on turning. Nature does not end, it changes but not ends.
J was talking last evening about his thoughts on FB. He seems to have a negative opinion of it and how it is altering the way people communicate. There is I probably agree a change taking effect. Communication is less in person with the advent of emails, FB and texts. I certainly use technology using written words more. I used to love receiving letters and indeed writing letters. Which actually is not so dissimilar is it? The speed of delivery of course is very different. My view is yes it's changing and everything has been changing and growing for ever. Things that don't work can take a hold but I think gradually wear out or maybe we simply adapt and alter. Who knows? It is what it is. I have preferences but that doesn't mean I am right and they or wrong or indeed I am wrong and they are right. There is enough space for diversity. The problem is that diversity also brings prejudices.
Bias, bigotry, discrimination.
This leads to segregation and defensiveness and warfare. I feel saddened by this. I accept that it is all a part of it but it is my preference not to witness devastation and meanness. I would hope for people to embrace similarities and differences and keep an open mind. Choose yes to walk aside and mix with other like-minded's. Do not make others with different opinions suffer. It is just differences nothing more.
Of course I am not so easy going in practice. I practice at this though. The more aware I am the more I feel my principles and when I act against my principles I get a feeling, the given way of being able to listen to the Universal energy. I feel uncomfortable with myself and sometimes even angry. Now the angry haters will come down on me about that no doubt. I feel angry and I value it but I don't act out in aggression or self-berating. This self anger is a reminder that I have crossed my own morals and therefore gives me the opportunity to notice and the motivation to make changes as best I can. It is a practice.
I also realise that my ideals are permanently altering. As I learn, new information provides me with new knowledge that in turn edifies my soul and heart.
Mendacity - a new word for me. To be dishonest or lie. I do like mendacity. I know I am capable of untruths. I am so uncomfortable about this now.
Oh an ambulance helicopter has buzzed around and landed just in the village. It is leaving again now after maybe 10 minutes on the ground. I am coming up with so many different versions of the story. A farmer has lost his arm trying to fiddle with his combine harvester. Or a motor biker has crashed into a car along the little country lane. Or the church roof has collapsed and squidged someone. It must be seriously urgent for an air ambulance to arrive. I am praying for that person and feel that they are likely to be saved with the speedy reaction. It brings to mind Simon who died after a horrible motor accident. He rode at fast speed into a lamppost I think I remember. His wife and children were in the car and saw it happen. The ambulance came and he got up and walked into it. But apparently the internal bleeding was so bad that he died in the ambulance. No on realised!! That was so awful.
She has a new partner now I believe and continues to run his gardening business.
So back to whatever it was I was writing....
Nature not ever ending. Even if the planet were to die out nature carries on - the Universe. And I guess if the Universe were to go, there would be something in it's place. Nothing is something. Like silence is full of sounds.
It is always interesting how in the UK where things are not gendered, we often gender things. A car and nature are often she's. Yet in many other languages things are gendered.
She is nature and often used as an anology to wrap us up in and nurture us etc etc. I am not sure that I view nature as a female. What actually is nature? We are all nature and everything is nature. Nature may be affected by man and man made things surely are even nature?
It is life and everything itself. It is never-ending.
I wonder if I could be a fictonal writer in some way? It would be good to just do it but it would also be greater if it was something that was good enough to be published and distributed and people wanted to read. What would my story be abuot. Of course I am bored by my life but that is where inspiration comes from I suppose. I wonder what inspired Christopher Fry. He was commissioned to write and so the basis of the commission was in itself an inspiration. Then the story unfolds from there.
I would like to see one of his plays. I could perhaps simply read one.
Bliss
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