Elusive

You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin’Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin’Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

 

Bob Lind 1965

Thank you for showing me there was poetry in music
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Sanctuary

The Church was a sanctuary where all could seek and receive refuge in the Middle Ages.

The function of  holy people was to interpret Gods’ ways to those in power. They did this by educating themselves so they could advise wisely. In turn they were protected by those in power because it was believed that they could invoke the Gods’ protection.

Rituals and liturgies were developed which ensured continuity which in turn gave comfort to the followers.

Much of the other work of the religious has been to care for the sick and the poor and it still is. Many people have been granted succour and sanctuary since time began.

Sadly as we know, power corrupts and few  can withstand the seductive corruption of power.

We should not let the sad perversions of power relations in institutions obscure the great good done by selfless servants of Gods.

Places of worship are still sanctuaries for many – places where we can escape the buzz, rush and pressure of modern life to think and pray and lose fears.

 

The origin of this philosophy (?)

We stand for quirks and whimsy; serious looks at silliness and silly looks at seriousness

The institution of Silly Socks on Friday occurred in Africa in the early 90’s. It was intended to place some focus on the silly side of serious, or vice versa, the internal debate rages on. Ex Africa aliquid semper novus.
There is one rule for aspirant followers: On Fridays, wear silly socks.
It is a very simple but strict rule:
No monotones, with one exception, different colours on each foot is acceptable.
If one forgets, rectification must be immediate.
If no silly socks are to hand, go sockless as the rule only applies if socks are worn

The same silly socks on successive Fridays is seen as counter revolutionary and unacceptable

We stand for quirks and whimsy, serious looks at silliness and silly looks at seriousness.

Our current campaign is a global war against that yoke of uniformity, the neck tie.

There can be no logical explanation why people continue to tie strips of cloth tightly around their throats and then dangle them on their chests.

As you can imagine, this will require some fortitude because it is an ingrained habit and the Big Kahuna likes to be told how smart he looks, not how idiotic and antiquated … so take care. May I suggest baby steps?

As you can see, this is faintly revolutionary blog!

 

This is a repeat of a blog by me a.k.a. Mickey Dee, published on 16 October 2005.

Carefree

It’s a choice!

I am older and was nervous about blogging again but I am not anymore, because I choose not to be. So voila!

Rereading my old blogs (some over 10 years old) gave me a lift and injected some helium (ha! ha!). Not that I ever needed it in my head, being prone to unsolicited noise emissions and contrary viewpoints.

Remembering times from the early 90’s, I was called “windgat” by some colleagues, I think because I was outspoken. It was meant as an insult but I was quite pleased because it endorsed the fact that I didn’t go with the flow.

Not quite carefree but getting there.

 

*windgat is an  Afrikaans word

 

Aluta Continua (mark 2)

Hellooo, hellooo – good to be back, good to be back…. wanna be in my band, my band? Gary Glitter sang that many years ago. OOps! – he was a nasty.

The Struggle Continues…..

The Silly Socks on Friday (SSOF) movement originated in Africa over 20 years ago in the vicinity of the deepest man made hole in the earth’s surface.
It has 1 simple rule:
SOCKS WORN ON FRIDAY SHOULD BE SILLY

The underlying stimulus leading to establishment of the movement was reportedly a revolt against the corporate look, a need to take the challenge beyond cartoon ties. A main objective of the movement  is the outing of ties as one of the most illogical, impractical and indefensible habits of mankind.
Strive to be different! Question the status quo! – it quickens the heart and chases thoughts into new directions.

More Blog Paranoia

I wonder if people who blog are of a certain type …?

 

I noticed that after my last blog (Where were we ?/ are we? / are we going to be?) that ad-tags for counselling and personality assessment attached  to my blog

 

I also note that 1 or 2  fellow bloggers appear to have suffered mental frailty from time to time

 

Maybe I am not only depressed but paranoid as well – I noticed the Man watching my blog in ’06, because I happened to blather on about the struggle to be free of the yoke of the necktie …..

 

I suppose it is just ad-people intruding to impose their products on anyone who may be disposed to consider them. They assume propensities from blog-utterances …

 

That can be risky because most people try to shield their true thoughts … ah well, I am happy to lead people down avenues of my thoughts …maybe they will glimpse sanity & reality !

 

On another tack … I have always tried to look at things from both sides, to try and understand the motivation of the most maligned side.

 

No-one can applaud or rejoice in the deaths of so many innocents in the Gaza tragedy.. but, if someone kept on shooting at my house and wouldn’t stop, I would probably send my soldiers to stop the problem too.

 

Subtlety & patience tend to disappear when bullets fly – the usual response is to retaliate with all you have until the attack stops.

 

I just wish it would stop ….

Where were we ?/ are we? / are we going to be?

No urge to splurge for 814 days… good to see old friends are still around.
Very prolific ABE! I guess you are my inspiration … you keep on writing.

Much prefer the old editor, which starts with:
F U K D which usually sums me up my quite well.

I suppose I need to get up and steer the ship & drive it towards the destination I want to reach … but where is that?
Must do better than that – let me sleep on it.