Even so, on the days when the over-complication that I allow my life to be surrounds like a swarm of angry bees. Those days when even the simplest nonconformity becomes a mountain to be climbed by feet so heavy and overtired that they simply will not lift, will not plod on, only want to waiver and weep. Those days when I hang the sign ‘Abandon hope all ye who are about to enter here’ from around my neck and walk the streets head bowed. On those days I close my eyes, transport, until I am staring out of my tiny cottage bedroom window at the mountain across the fields.
It’s quieter there with the bleating of the sheep and the
singing of the birds; even if it is inside my head.
It’s also okay to be okay I hear.
Kevin Parrott on FB
ReplyDeleteI understand........... solace.
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ReplyDeleteGlynne T Kirkham pn FB
Nice view. I bet the view is nice from the mountain too.
Andrew Height
DeleteIt is Glynne. A few years back I walked almost to the top. Got lost on the way down and had to go through more mud than I care to remember.