Friday 5 June 2009

"I've counted out my life in coffee spoons"



Here's my backpack looking all neat and packed,in order to go as hand luggage on Ryan-air it has to be 55cm x 20cm x 40cm and weigh no more than 10kilos,this enables me to check in online therefor avoiding the check-in queues allows me to get to the airport later and is a lot cheaper,so far so good. the bag only weighs just over 5k and fits the size requirements,problem is its only 2/3 full-----back to the drawing board!!

One of my favorite poems is "the Love song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T.S Eliot I learned this evening that this poem about a middle aged man looking back on missed opportunities was written when Elliot was just 17/18 and it blew my mind,at 18 I didn't even know there was such things as opportunities.cliches have followed me about since birth-born a baby-boomer-first teenagers through beatnik-hippy-then various acronym's till we get to the silver age-surfer fox etc
its seems I now have become a silver splitter-couples that split up once their children have left home
god I always hated being a cliche and now I have more reason than ever.
after many weeks of discussions and thoughts on the future it looks like I'll have to sail this ship alone now, we have not been singing from the same hymn sheet for a while. we want different things out of life and me being older also wanted them quicker.

So off on my Camino Tuesday with lots to occupy my mind and new opportunities to discover.

"And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!

Smoothed by long fingers,

Asleep … tired … or it malingers,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid".

1 comment:

  1. the photos and writing are just beautiful, though sad..
    Michele

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