This was a Word Doc drafted in November last year! Not much use there is it? Time for a tidy up and airing… Right, copy/paste was the easy bit! What does slow me down, even grind me to a halt, however, is all the necessary permissions you have to acquire for any pics/vids/links/quotes etc you want to use…
So to ‘OUR DASH’… What’s this about then?
We’re all familiar with ‘Born XXXX’ and ‘Died XXXX’ but do we ever reflect about the line that separates these two dates? The ‘dash’?
Linda Ellis wrote a poem of this title and says that what matters most is, not ‘when’ we arrive in this world or ‘when’ we leave this body of ours but what we do with the bit in between, our ‘dash’…
So this simple symbol takes on a whole new meaning! It’s a subject that could be expounded at great length but I’d like to explore the ‘dash’ literally. How is it that the happiest people on our planet tend to live more simple lives without ‘dashing’ around or getting caught up in the so-called ‘Rat Race’? Life is meant to be enjoyed, savoured slowly, like a delicious meal and even that activity should mean focusing on each mouthful, ideally not distracted by conversation. It shouldn’t have to be bolted between assignments or munched ‘on the hoof’!

A festive starter from Chris Newberry!
It’s at this precise juncture… as I type these words… that something strange happens. More anon! We also have to nurture an attitude of thankfulness and gratitude and, by so doing, attract more of the same.
To quote Robert Brault… and this is his, not that of Kurt Vonnegut:
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”
Too many folk nowadays spend their lives rushing headlong from one frantic event/thing they ‘have to do’ to another, from the time they’re blasted awake each morning to when they crash out late into the evening…
And it was at the point mentioned above, that the hour plus of, as yet unfamiliar, Estas Tonne music that I’m playing in the background… er no, not just while I’ve been typing this… hit upon a lyrical section. Pssst… He’s an awesome guitarist btw. Okay, okay, the timing was not absolutely spot on but this piece had already been planned out in my mind, so The Universe knew what was coming next and obliged with these opening words from Estas’ song:
“We’re living our lives so fast. We don’t have a moment to stop… There is so much beauty around yet we don’t have time for it.”
A bit further on, he sings:
“We’re rushing. We’re rushing to die.”
Impressive, huh? Now THAT’S what I call synchronicity!! There’s no way I could ever have envisioned such a scenario, where 99% instrumental music would ‘tune in’ to my writing with words that would mirror what I was about to write. Now maybe if I’d have typed just a little faster…??!
To return… Am reminded of a beautiful poem by R.S. Thomas called ‘The Bright Field’…
‘I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
the treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past.’

Salters Lane, Winchester
I have Facebook friends who have either been diagnosed with cancer or who have relatives with the dis-ease and who, with determination, positive attitude and much loving, supportive advice from others (and I might add, avoiding the ‘chemo’ and radiotherapy routes as well as the W.C.B… The White Coat Brigade) are beginning to turn things around. It takes your life being threatened in this way to appreciate the simplest things but why wait till then? We can have this NOW. Now, NOW!
Again I’m going to quote from a poem, a poignant one titled ‘Chemotherapy’ penned by Julia Darling… not that I advocate this form of treatment as it totally buggers up your immune system… and I mean totally…
‘…I never thought life could get this small,
that I would care so much about a cup,
the taste of tea, the texture of a shawl,
and whether or not I should get up.
I’m not unhappy. I have learnt to drift
and sip. The smallest things are gifts.’
Some wonderful lines here…
There’s a theme running through these meanderings of mine: Of not waiting till life grabs us by the scruff to appreciate even just the gift of another 24 hours. Do you really know whether you’ll be cleaning your teeth for the last time today? I sometimes… should be often(!)… run through a list of things to be grateful for, saying them out loud. I can start with my sight, my hearing, my health, food on a table, warmth and shelter (even though I live in a rented room), the love between my children and I, my friends… dozens and dozens of things…
Yes, there is much to grumble about and some truly sinister world ‘goingonery’ but I try to keep life in perspective and not focus too much on the negative or I just attract more of the same.
Stay in tune, folks! Byeee….
COPYRIGHT FOR IMAGES/POETRY:
The quote by Robert Brault is freely available.
The 2 photos are courtesy of myself, Cassandra Scott.
Extract from ‘Chemotherapy’ by Julia Darling taken from the anthology ‘Being Alive’ published by Bloodaxe Books. This excerpt falls within the ‘free press’ allowance.





