Blencathra

Heading to work this morning after a disturbing night dreaming that the Veneerings had invaded my home and were acting like it was normal. How our insecurities play out in our subconscious ...

... I’ve just had the message that it’s a big blipday. I get confused about how many and what they are in real time but it doesn’t feel like a day for celebration. Just very glad that there is a small corner of life that feels like an excellent place to be ... thanks to all blippers and blipbuds xxx

The Second Coming - W.B.Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?