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It’s the little things that count ๐Ÿ™‚

Itโ€™s been a while, time flies when you’re having fun. ย Much waterโ€™s flowing under the bridge, around the stones, over the shingleโ€ฆ

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

  • While watching โ€˜Geniusโ€™ recently weโ€™re reminded that โ€œHuman perception is frightfully narrow…”.
  • Simon Parkeโ€™s โ€˜Abbot Peterโ€™ reminds us โ€œEvery contact leaves a traceโ€ฆโ€
  • After reading David Eaglemanโ€™s โ€˜Brain…โ€™ about the mechanics and chemistry of our neuralย interactions; I think(?) the narratives we create(?) are mind-bogglingly amazingly cripplingly awesome. Interaction can be magicalโ€ฆ
  • My favourite idea carried from my art student dazeโ€ฆ โ€™the interaction between things is what makes them fecundโ€™ (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.ย โ€œthe little things that countโ€ Spike Milligan. Thanks FP.
Yes indeed, I guess itโ€™s the little things that make the world go around. ย Itโ€™s also very often the little things that make us smile.

I was also reminded of the quote โ€œNot all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great loveโ€. 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 everydayย things (perhaps ‘mundane things, but that’s subjective judgment)ย with honesty and dignity. Even in this age of automation, if someone didnโ€™t keep doing the key routine unrecognised things that keep the big machines working they would not work, or perhaps at least (or worse) startย to perform poorly, dangerously or ineffectively.ย 

Thinking of ‘home’, ‘work’ and ‘faith’… Deacon Blueโ€™s Ricky Ross recently said โ€…whoโ€™s gonna do all these jobs?…โ€

Hereโ€™s to more poetry, hereโ€™s to truly discoveringย more from less, hereโ€™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…

Life…

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Running water…

Twoย streams, same week, in two very different places…

No words, justย running water…