A rather damp Ralia yet again.
Now I think it is fair to say that I have not been in the finest of fettle for a good few months now. I am not going to divulge the reasons on here, but my wee blip has rather messed with my motivation and imagination. Recent thoughts have taken me back to days gone by that have been some of the most enjoyable of my life. Doing this reminded me of a point on my travels where I was worried about time and how I use time. I am going to repost a poem that I wrote in a post called "Time. It's a funny old game. Part II" back in 2010. I am reposting not because I think this is in any way a fantastic contribution to literary brilliance, but because thinking about it helps give me a little kick up the butt, hopefully!
Time, it marches so proudly,
Always forwards and never back.
So swiftly it slips unnoticed through our fingers,
Ticking, ticking, ticking.
When we are young, time is unimportant and we seem invincible.
It is only age that shapes the reality of time as it runs away with our days,
Always forwards and never looking back.
Make the most of every day, so that memories will brighten your darkest thoughts.
Be always hopeful that time will be kind and serve you well.
Be gracious and thankful to the good times, but learn and gain wisdom from the bad.
Don't waste time by thinking, what if?
Use time and ask yourself, what now?
Time is valuable and precious and yet we often treat it with disrespect,
But regardless, time will move on even if we suddenly do not.
Do not miss a second, do not miss a beat.
It will pass without you, always forward and never back.
On a lighter, note one observation from last week was that I saw a sheep, in a field, sitting down on it's haunches, which I thought was quite strange. I have seen them lying down and kneeling but never just sitting. It really did look like Shaun the sheep. Well I thought it was funny.
All photographs by Caroline Harvey.