Sunday 20 September 2020

Spirit Suitcase







                                                                                        Spirit dancing

 

Dear Reader,

Oscar Wilde said "hearing about other people's happiness was a trifle dull"so keeping that in mind I won't bore you too much about my holiday in Lyme Regis last week. Sufficient to say we had marvelous sunny weather, a beautiful room over looking the sea, and good things to eat in small restaurants on the promenade.  I bought two beautiful Indian jackets from an Iranian girl called Soraya and made friends with her and her mother.  

I have never been that keen on holidays as I don't like crowds and feel happy and safe in my own house, but this holiday was different and marvelous.  We met an old friend who had lived in India for most of his life,  but now lives in Lyme and was a practising hypnotist. I asked him to hypnotise me to help with my anxiety and it was very successful. I hope this is not too much for you to take in but after months of shielding and staying in the house it was wonderful to get away for five days in the sun.


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From Francis Kilvert's diary, 1870, in Radnorshire

'Another dense white fog which cleared off to cloudless blue and brilliant sunshine at 11.....Went to Bronith.   People at work in the orchard gathering up the windfall apples for early cider.   The smell of the apples very strong. Beyond the orchards the lone aspen was rustling loud and mournfully a lament for the departure of summer.  Called on the old soldier. He was with his wife in the garden digging and gathering red potatoes which turned up very large and sound.....The great round red potatoes lay thick, fresh and clean on the dark newly turned mould.....the sun grew low ......we heard distant shots at partridges'.


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Spirit Suitcase

A sturdy key
locks the spirit
in its suitcase

It floats and dances,
dives low, climbs high,
is forever candle-lit. 

The suitcase, new, shines,
leather polished,
locks and fittings brass-bright,
unbruised.
But through use, it gets kicks,
scuffs, scratches, and slowly fades.
Its original shape
is just recognisable,
only just there



While the spirit dances on...... 

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With best wishes, Patricia

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