Good morning all...I should inform you as to why I've been, and will continue to be, absent.
I was hospitalised, and due to excessive medication, my nervous system became exhausted which in turn led to breathing difficulties to the present time...indeed, I am reliant on breathing apparatus much of the time. Also, I've had tubes to the nose, which I don't recommend.

To add a delightful tale, I tried some hospital Greek strained yoghurt, and contracted food poisoning!!
I'm still in danger, extremely frail, weak etc...and won't be able to blog much for quite a while...

I want to thank all of you kind friends so much, you've been wonderful...lovelyKK by my side, and all of you, a big thank you from my heart.

Love,
Ed

"Save a Prayer"

You saw me standing by the wall, corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone aint much fun so youre looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go.

Dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
No dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after

Feel the breeze deep on the inside look down into the well
If you can youll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance (like all dreamers cant find another way.)
You dont have to dream it all, just live a day.

Dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
No dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after

Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after....

-

Pretty looking road I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Dont ask me why Ill keep my promise Ill melt the ice
And you wanted to dance, so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul,
Some people call it a one night stand, but we can call it paradise

Dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
No dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after

Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Do do do do do, do do do do do do do do

Save a prayer til the morning after...
Save a prayer til the morning after...
Save a prayer til the morning after,
Save a prayer til the morning after...

-Duran Duran

On the eve of going into a Essex hospital, I am gripped by fear.

This song, says everything that I feel right now...the lyrics, the sound, the feeling....everything...

Muse: Starlight
Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

And hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to re-ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

But I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

And I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Yeah
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

I just wanted to hold

This was a photo I took myself, from my transportation from hospital to my home recently...through the Norwich city centre streets...what do you think...for me, it was a very emotive moment, as I felt renewed positivity...

In passing, it's goodbye for the moment.

In my arms is a place for you
-my warmest embrace
in my heart is a place for you
-my warmest space
in my eyes is a place for you
-my warmest face
in my days is a place for you
-my warmest grace
in this place is love
-warmly growing apace.

written by wensum24.

Just home from some more medical check-ups...my spine is doing well, so thats good news.

But had a scare about my medicine attacking my nervous system, rather than my spinal nerve...so that explains my very low feeling...even worse.

So I'll care more, and rest more, naturally, just weakened so much by the medical edicts...however, like this song, I feel a great energy within tonight, like I have refound myself again, and reclaimed myself from the medical staff.

This powerful song is for my doctors... (it is live in Portugal this great song too)...doctors here please listen...

Muse: Stockholm Syndrome

I won't stand in your way
let your hatred grow
and she'll scream
and she'll shout
and she'll pray
and she had a name
yeah she had a name

and I won't hold you back
let your anger rise
and we'll fly
and we'll fall
and we'll burn
no one will recall
no one will recall

this is the last time I'll abandon you
and this is the last time I'll forget you
I wish I could

look to the stars
let hope burn in your eyes
and we'll love
and we'll hope
and we'll die
all to no avail
all to no avail

this is the last time I'll abandon you
and this is the last time I'll forget you
I wish I could

this is the last time I'll abandon you
and this is the last time I'll forget you
I wish I could
I wish I could

This is a folk tale from Scotland, and very enjoyable.

The Eagle and the Wren once tried who could fly highest, and the victor was to be king of the birds. So the Wren flew straight up, and the Eagle flew in great circles, and when the Wren was tired he settled on the Eagle's back. When the Eagle was tired he stopped, and--

"Where art thou, Wren?" said the Eagle.

"I am here above thee," said the Wren.

And so the Wren won the match.

There's something compelling about this...

Celebrities' links with the British Isles have been released on a genealogy website.

Tom Cruise's great-great grandfather, Dylan Henry Mapother, emigrated to Louisville, Kentucky, in 1850 from Flint, Wales.

Halle Berry's grandmother, Nellie Dicken, was nine months old when she sailed from Liverpool, England, in 1912 onboard the Merion to settle in Philadelphia.

Mary MacLeod, mother of Donald Trump, travelled from the Isle of Lewis, Scotland, to America onboard The Transylvania in 1935.

These are a few of the stories revealed in a list of passengers on voyages from the British Isles to the United States between 1820 and 1960 that has been released.

Ancestry.co.uk launched over a 100 million US immigration records from England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, tracing the ancestors of some of America's most famous names.

The website is part of a global network of genealogy sites providing over five billion records to the public.

The lists reveal the journeys of Scottish men who became symbols of success in American business, including the founders of Buick, Campbell's soup and Forbes magazine.

"Without question, the millions of names in the Ancestry passenger lists represent brave and colourful individuals who played a significant role in shaping what has become modern America," the website's managing director Simon Harper said.

The records show date, departure port, destination, age, nationality, occupation, accompanying family members and purpose of travel among other criteria. Liverpool became the most popular departure point for Irish and British immigrants in 1818, according to records from Ellis Island, the historic immigrant portal in New York harbour.

Regularity of the Calendar
by Peter Meyer

The main objection to the Common Era Calendar, as used in combination with the usual 7-day week (composed of five "workdays" and two days at the "weekend"), is that the weekdays and days of the month match up differently from one year to the next. E.g., a professor might set out a schedule of classes, tutorials, assignment due dates, examination dates, etc., with his lecture on, say, the US Constitution, being scheduled for Friday, February 28th. But next year February 28th is not a Friday (maybe it's a Saturday), so he has to change the date, perhaps to February 27th, or even to March 2nd. In fact, he has to re-do the entire schedule at the start of every year. Moreover, days are numbered as days in each month, and in only one of those months is there an integral number of 7-day weeks, and even that happens only in three years out of four. In short, from the point of view of scheduling, the Common Era Calendar is a disaster.
The HLWC solves this problem quite simply. Every month has exactly four weeks, and there are always at least six days in a week. The first five days of any week are always named Dayone, Daytwo, Daythree, Dayfour and Dayfive. Thus our hypothetical professor can state that he will deliver his lecture on the US Constitution on Dayfive in the second week of Benjamin, and he can say the same thing next year, and every year. The HLWC guarantees our professor at least 48 5-day periods each year, with the days in each period numbered 1 through 5 and named Dayone through Dayfive, with 1-4 day "weekends" between these 5-day periods. Completely regular, except for the variable number of days in the weekends.

The only irregularity that affects our professor's scheduling is that occasionally there are 52 weeks in a year, not just 48. Such "long" years occur on average seven times in every 19 years. But our professor doesn't have to use these extra four 5-day periods. Mahakala can be a month of R&R for everyone.

The HLWC exhibits a second kind of regularity, that of staying in sync with the lunar cycle. In the GMT timezone a lunar quarter always occurs on the last day of a week, and a dark moon always occurs on the last day of a month. In places in timezones that are a considerable distance from the +0 hours timezone (e.g., California, -8 hours, and Queensland, +10 hours) the lunar quarters may or may not occur on the last day of a week, but will always occur either on that day or in the first half of the day after (for timezones East of Greenwich) or the last half of the day before (for timezones West of Greenwich).

Thus this calendar restores to humanity a calendar whose months are observably related to the phases of the Moon, a connection which was destroyed by Julius Caesar in 46 BCE when he ordered the adoption of a calendar whose months had 28, 29, 30 or 31 days, and thus totally lacked any correlation with the lunar cycle, encouraging an alienation from Nature which was reinforced by other historical factors in succeeding centuries, and which has reached an extreme degree in the modern world.

I am home, under heavy medicine, and respecting my tablets too, so it's early to bed after posting this short post...

The Mountain Stream

Mountain stream, clear and limpid, wandering down towards the valley, whispering songs among the rushes - oh, that I were as the stream!

Mountain heather all in flower - longing fills me, at the sight, to stay upon the hills in the wind and the heather.

Small birds of the high mountain that soar up in the healthy wind, flitting from one peak to the other - oh, that I were as the bird!

Son of the mountain am I, far from home making my song; but my heart is in the mountain, with the heather and small birds.

Welsh; John Ceiriog Hughes; 1833-1887

Their faces were as red as their old-fashioned phone kiosks when BT realised what a clanger they'd dropped.

For when officials were quizzed about a missing rural public payphone, they denied all knowledge of the equipment – and couldn't find the village it serves on their maps.

Embarrassed staff located Drymere only after local councillor Ian Sherwood sent them a map of the village, located a couple of miles south of Swaffham, along with a photo of the empty stand where the payphone used to be.

Mr Sherwood, a member of Swaffham town and Breckland district councils, said: "They didn't know quite what to say and promised to send a field manager to investigate. I find this extraordinary!"

He went on the warpath when he was told about the missing payphone by a villager because it was one of four rural phones he saved in a campaign against BT's threat to remove them in 2004.

"I contacted them immediately I was made aware of the problem because I thought they had decided to take it away without any warning or consultation, even though this phone is vital to the small rural community.

"Then an official emailed me to say 'We cannot find the Payphone or the village of Drymere. I have checked the records and cannot locate an area called Drymere on our map'."

After the misunderstanding was sorted out, BT revealed that the telephone equipment had been stolen – and promised to replace it as soon as possible.

Spokesman Paul Hayward said: "We apologise for all the confusion. We do have it on our maps and I really don't know what happened there.

"We do know where the village is and we were aware of the Payphone there but for some reason at that time we could not locate it."

He added: "This Payphone was the victim of a theft attack in which the whole mechanism was taken. We shall be installing replacement mechanism so that the phone box can be used again."

Final word from Mr Sherwood: "The considerate thief even wrapped the end of the wires for them. At least the phone is being put back, thank goodness."

from EDP

What a lovely song...
The Lotus Eaters: The First Picture of You

It's warm in and out
the pulse of flowing love
spread the calm to meet the others
pleasure fills with love 'til dawn

it's warm in and out
the call for sacred hours
the soft chant of new-born singing
the magic force of your feelings

the first picture of you
the first picture of summer
seeing the flowers scream their joy

can't lose this mood gentle
with summer at our ears
flood the world deep in sunlight
break into the peaceful wild

the first picture of you
the first picture of summer
seeing the flowers scream their joy
the first picture of you

the first picture of summer
seeing the flowers scream their joy

The Educated Man and the Peasant
By Troy Morash

Once upon a time, there was a young man from Bucharest who had just finished university. He was proud of his knowledge and smarts and so decided to leave the big city and make his way teaching peasants in the countryside.

Immediately he was met with difficulties. He found that people didn't take to kindly to being considered more stupid than he, for he was only twenty two and most of the people that he met were much older. If he was to teach them, he would have to prove that he was smarter. Feeling confident of his powers he made a wager with a peasant. If the peasant couldn't answer the educated man's question then the peasant would have to hand over three Lei. The educated man chuckled to himself, 'This is going to be easy money.' The entire village gathered to witness the quiz. The educated man asked the first question, 'What is the capital of England?'

The peasant answered, 'I don't know. I will give you three Lei.'

'London.' The people gasped; they were impressed. The educated man pocketed the money and asked a second question, 'What moves very fast but doesn't look like it is moving at all?'

The peasant answered, 'I don't know. I will give you three Lei.'

'The earth.' The educated man pocketed the money and asked the third question, 'What goes up in the day and down at night?

The peasant answered, 'I don't know. I will give you three Lei.' The educated man had taken from the peasant a total of nine Lei. Now the peasant was poor and his wife started to cry. However, at his turn, the peasant also wished to ask the educated man a question but if he could not answer it he would have to hand over five thousand Lei to the peasant. The educated man quickly agreed and thought to himself, 'This surely is a fool!'

'What goes in the morning with two legs, at noon with four legs and in the evening with six legs?' There was a long silence and everyone was staring at the educated man. He searched his brain for a long time but to no avail. He did not know the answer and had no choice but to hand over five thousand Lei, which was everything he had. Afterwards the educated man was curious and so asked, 'So what goes in the morning on two legs, at noon with four and in the evening with six?'

The peasant answered, 'I don't know. I will give you three Lei.'

It is said that when Buddha was first Enlightened he was asked,
"Are you a God?"
"No," he replied.
"Are you a saint?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"

And he answered, "I am awake."

To wake
is to live
To cry
is to sigh
To speak
is to heal

wensum24

Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where Im bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally Ive found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well Im drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally Ive found that I belong

Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath

God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally Ive found that I belong here

Depeche Mode

Hope,
is in the dream
awakening the day
from a sleep
showing the way.

-wensum24

Thanks everyone, and let's have, and share, a beautiful day.

goodbye world...

At least between the upheaval of medical journeying, I was able to enjoy some fireworks, and happy thoughts...

Tonight is pictorial, in circles
looking-up in peripatetic sparks
this evening sky of florid remarks
where memories wag in dynamic heterocercals
the prophetic lumière of the skies
are passing shots displaying reprise

seduced for a moment behind minute eyes
held in our hands for but a second
and into the glare, the night air beckoned
a zenith of breathtaking beauty to hypnotize
praying upon a landmass of dedication
dreams explode in night's wistful realisation

such expectation and deflation falls over desolate reaches
majesty in the sky for the benevolent eye
illuminating ultramundane dynamism still shy
within your arms, I'm your wings, our love it teaches
flying upon passion, floating hearts magic carpet ride
within musical embodiment, together we've nothing to hide

in atmospheric leap the heart is bound
-the night sky's hullabaloo of contrary brilliance
seeking recapture; the moment's lingering diligence
of a pure love display settling upon our ground
sparks the night into future days so guided
tonight two stars flicker together, never to be divided.

written by wensum24
for the "lovelyone" in my heart.

J.D.
Legal abbreviation for “juris doctor.” Slang term for “B.S.” A suitable drink to drown your sorrows too.

Joint custody
Upon being retained to represent the client, the lawyer is said to have obtained joint custody of client’s bank account.

Jouissance
Right of possesion which must occur simultaneously with the transfer of ownership...usually of money if lawyer present.

Jurisprudence
The science of converting the client’s money into the lawyer’s money.

Jury
A group of six or twelve everyday citizens, who couldn’t figure out how to finagle their way out of jury duty, must now try and figure out which lawyer is lying the least.

Jury tampering
A commonly accepted practice in the legal profession, albeit illegal (picky, picky), on the part of one or more lawyers to disrupt the independence of jury members to decide the case based on the facts.

Jury trail
A proceeding before a Court which is heard by both Judge and jury, to the benefit of both.

Just cause
A phrase frequently used by Southern lawyers pertaining to their bills. In the South, lawyers frequently overcharge their clients “just cause” they feel like it.

Justice system
A legal system set in place by our country’s founders predicated on the hypothetical premise that somehow lying, cheating, low life lawyers and crooked, corrupt, on the take judges could be trusted to ferret out justice with impartiality and fairness to one and all.

In November's roan, the story of the year
in highs and lows, troughs and peaks
that we could overcome and persevere
with scumbling touch of hope which bespeaks

of faith in nature and you over dodeca months
the fall and rise of the leaves in our eyes
caught on a breeze reflecting loves perianths
uplifted in your arms of a life to apprize

taken in your breath like a soothing breeze
innervating this calling heart so suppine
beating as one, in our alcove below the trees
two styles of one design drawing on four seasons to combine

where colours change a night befalls a scarlet day
from waking on ochry beach spring tide
and resurging through a crimson September array
arresting this opaque day with our deep love applied.

written by wensum24.

I am home, after another injection, and have blurred vision once more, a shuddering heat and inner volcano threatening to blow...

I've been listening to this for two days now...

?Oye, piensa en tu futuro, no pierdas mas tiempo!
?Por que?
Porque la vida es corta.
Dejame en paz, dejame solo, yo vivo hoy no miro para atras.
Pero piensa que es muy importante mirar para.

?Adelante!
?Dejame!
(Que viva la vida)
Piensa que es muy importante mirar para.

?Para donde?
?Cono!
?Para Adelente!
?Ah! (laughs)

(In English)
Listen! Think about your future!
Why?
Because life is short.
Leave me alone, leave me alone, I live for today, I don't look back.
But remember, it is very important to look forward.

Go on!
Leave me alone!
(Live your life)
Remember, it is very important to look forward.

Where now?
Anywhere!
Now go on!
Ah! (laughs)

It's heard for 1z b4 3
then it's gone
heading west by 4
thrice 2 the 4
betwixt 5 + 6
such mysterious x's
with 5's ungloved
at 6's + 7's
putting 1 over the 8
in cloudied oktas
2 the 9's
and 2 10, all after 2.

written by wensum24.

The Harvest That Never Came
A Swedish Legend
Told by Aaron Shepard

My dearest Arild,

I promised to wait for you forever, but I fear I will not be allowed to. My father says you will never return, and he has chosen another man to be my husband. Though I pleaded with him, he has already set the marriage date.

I will love you always.

Your faithful Thale

Arild Ugerup, son of a noble Danish family, sat on his cot, reading the letter by the dim light of his prison cell. How cruel the tricks played by war, he thought, his eyes filling with tears.

Though Arild and his family were nobles of Denmark, they had long lived peaceably in Sweden. When King Erik of Sweden was crowned, Arild had been one of his honored guests. But then Denmark and Sweden declared war on each other, and Arild was drafted into the Danish navy. He was captured in battle and imprisoned by King Erik.

Arild’s childhood sweetheart, Thale Thott, had promised to marry him when he came back from the war. Now it seemed he would lose Thale as well as his freedom.

Arild sat thinking for many hours, the letter lying loose in his hand. At last he crossed to a small table. Dipping his pen in an inkwell, he began to write.

Your Royal Majesty,

Though I am now your prisoner, you once counted me as a friend. Grant me one favor. Let me go home to marry the woman I love. Then allow me to stay only long enough to plant a crop and harvest it.

On my word of honor, I will return to your prison as soon as the harvest is gathered.

Arild signed and sealed the letter, then called the jailer.

The reply came the next day. King Erik had agreed! Arild was free—at least until the harvest.

Arild returned home, where Thale met him joyfully. Her father was not happy to have his plans changed, but in the end the two were married.

Now it was spring, the time for planting. And, in only a few months, Arild would have to harvest his crop and return to King Erik’s prison.

Arild thought long and hard about what he would plant. At last he went to the fields and planted his seeds, placing each of them six paces from the rest.

Late that fall, a messenger arrived from King Erik. “The harvest season is past,” he said. “The King awaits your return.”

“But my crop is not harvested,” said Arild. “In fact, it has not yet sprouted!”

“Not sprouted?” said the messenger. “What did you plant?”

“Pine trees,” replied Arild.

When King Erik heard what Arild had done, he laughed and said, “A man like that does not deserve to be a prisoner.”

Arild was allowed to remain home with his beloved Thale. And a magnificent forest stands today as a testament to his love.

About the Story
This legend is retold from “The Master of Ugerup,” in Swedish Folk-Lore, by Herman Hofberg, translated by W. H. Myers, Belford, Clarke & Co., Chicago and New York, 1888; and reprinted in Scandinavian Folk and Fairy Tales, edited by Claire Booss, Avenel, New York, 1984. Whatever the truth of the legend, it concerns an actual place and actual families of the mid-1500s, and a forest existing at least in Hofberg’s time.