AFTER HOT YOGA - RAW BREKKY ABED.

EVERYTHING SEEMS BETTER IN BED ! GO TO BED WITH A BOOK - ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU AINT READ 'EM ALL - OR EVER WILL.

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"LOOK THRU ANY WINDOW, YEAH. WHAT DO YOU SEE ? (The Hollies) - ABBOTSBURY WINDOWS - PHOTOS - 15 FEBRUARY 2012.

.....walking thru the highways,and the byways.......and i do believe this is Bert Jansch's ROSEMARY LANE !

last view of Abbotsbury before the bus to Dorchester - over the hills and far away.....

Many windows, many DOORS - i'm WAITING FOR THE SUN.

O O O O O O O O O 

A LIFE DEFINED BY BOOKS #1

THESE WE HAVE LOVED - from childhood to the '70's, until this present moment, even in this present breath, THIS is all we know....the future runs free. 7.25a.m......and ticking....

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VALENTINE'S-DAY-MORNING

5.30 a.m. - bedside bliss

Breakfast bowl of hot porridge with :

oat,millet & quinoa flakes

sultanas, blueberries, apple & banana

cinnamon

sprouted flax-seed powder

raw honey

water and almond milk

and basking in bed

with thoughts of

THE VALENTINE'S DAY POEM

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WO/MAN

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THOSE FINE LINES

WRITTEN ABOUT

MOUTH & FACE

THOSE LIPS OF LOVE

THAT SMILE & KISS

YOUR LOVER'S BLISS.

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A HUMAN ANIMAL

SOFT OF BELLY, BREAST,

HEART & FLESH

MOULDED BY ANOTHER'S WORDS

"FOREVER BLISS".

(Golden GOJI Hermitage 2011/2012)

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OLD STONE PIER - 7.25am

NOTHE AND CONDOR

NOTHE AND PORTLAND

HERE'S ONE I DID EARLIER - LAST YEAR !!!

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EACH DAY IS A GOOD DAY

Seemingly, each day is the best of my life. Each day aspire to have no expectation of what lies in store. And it then exceeds the idea of my non-expectation for the day. Something actually happens which is always joyous and blissful. In fact, i probably misuse the term, but i feel as if this very body is a "bliss body". Is it because i am managing to be mindfully aware, and experience this present moment almost perpetually? This is my mind now trying to assess the past. Trying to confirm my progress out of over 40 years of anxiety. But no crowing about it. Everything seems fluid and easy now - (by comparison ? - is that what i still have not got away from ?) But there is nothing better than the present moment = THICH NHAT HANH = PRESENT MOMENT, WONDERFUL MOMENT.  Maybe i actually learned something from the 70 plus books i have of his. AH ! too many books ? As younger brother says when i relate that i have bought such and such a book, or found 2 or 3 second-handers = "You'll enjoy looking at those beautiful spines on your bookshelves ! You'll put them up there and see nowt else of 'em.!" And we are NOT from Yorkshire ! But in my opinion, there's nowt as queer as self. Time to drop it.?

DORCHESTER BENEATH A SPECKLESS SKY..xi / february / 2012

"Under a speckless sky." Jane Siberry's old album title comes to mind, as i gaze up. And the sky is also a "Wedgewood blue",  as a  local bus-driver described it to me, t'other day. Both descriptions in my head, around early morning Dorchester, with cold fingers and toes, for first time, this winter - but an interstingly pleasant feeling on the skin - much like the cold of 4am-yoga, on leaving my warm bed. i envy the climate of the Black Sea Caucusses, with average year-round temperature of 55 degrees f. Only the cooking stove for warmth. Rug-up and work hard, i say, much like the 17th century pilgrims to the New World would have done. And i applaud the sentiment of old, now-deceased poet-friend, TED ENSLIN, from Maine, in that New World, who wrote, (in "THE COUNTRY OF OUR CONSCIOUSNESS").... "I tend to congratulate a life - that lived - is harder than it need be." So appropriate then, that i have here, an image of  THE TOLPUDDLE MARTYRS (by ELIZABETH FRINK) - it would be right up Ted Enslin's street, i'm pretty sure. It's certainly right up the street, here in Dorchester, for all time.