Little things

It’s the little things that count 🙂

It’s been a while, time flies when you’re having fun.  Much water’s flowing under the bridge, around the stones, over the shingle…

Over time, many things morph to polish off our sharp edges and sharpen our perceptions.

  • While watching ‘Genius’ recently we’re reminded that “Human perception is frightfully narrow…”.
  • Simon Parke’s ‘Abbot Peter’ reminds us “Every contact leaves a trace
  • After reading David Eagleman’s ‘Brain…’ about the mechanics and chemistry of our neural interactions; I think(?) the narratives we create(?) are mind-bogglingly amazingly cripplingly awesome. Interaction can be magical…
  • My favourite idea carried from my art student daze… ’the interaction between things is what makes them fecund’ (thanks to Wallace Stevens)
  • And so many other nuggets sifted from the stream… as Aristotle said, the whole becomes greater than it’s parts.

After doing a little favour recently I was given a card that made me smile. “the little things that count” Spike Milligan. Thanks FP.
Yes indeed, I guess it’s the little things that make the world go around.  It’s also very often the little things that make us smile.

I was also reminded of the quote “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love”. This is often misattributed to Mother Teresa. I guess religion can guild many simple ideas with sentimentality. But in essence, it can be true.

A simple work ethic of doing everyday things (perhaps ‘mundane things, but that’s subjective judgment) with honesty and dignity. Even in this age of automation, if someone didn’t keep doing the key routine unrecognised things that keep the big machines working they would not work, or perhaps at least (or worse) start to perform poorly, dangerously or ineffectively. 

Thinking of ‘home’, ‘work’ and ‘faith’… Deacon Blue’s Ricky Ross recently said ”…who’s gonna do all these jobs?…”

Here’s to more poetry, here’s to truly discovering more from less, here’s to a blessed cleansing of perceptions…

The torn edges,
The stains,
The spittle,
The red mist,
The black dog,
The burning,
The bruises
The rust,
The tarnish…

The pulse…

The breath…

The silence…

The water…