Blimey, I've not blogged for ages

Just random wibbling is bumbling around my head a hundred at miles a minute - not making any sense what so ever and not giving me any peace, I am so tired too, actually bone weary takes soooooooo much effort to lift my arms, dont like feel like doing anything I just want to sleep

The other poem

'if' by rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

A reflective day

Today Stew and I attended the funeral of an old work collegue of his, she was tragically killed with her husband in a road accident in the scottish borders. I also know their Daughter Jo, she was amazingly strong today, and for that I admire her, the service was a celebration of Steven and Joan's life and 2 beautiful poems were read out in tribute for them, and I wanted to put them on here mainly so I could look back and read them again as I found them really moving.

The one thing that really struck me today and I feel selfish as this should not be about me is that EVERYONE and I mean everyone who spoke about Joan and Steven today mentioned their appetite for and love of life, the fact that they always found the joy in everything in life even the small things, and I felt ashamed, I have this potential and i'm not living up to it, so my resolve as of today is to live my life more positively and try my very hardest to leave the negatives behind, I need to live a life where I am comfortable and happy.

A Red, Red Rose
Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns