A Valediction

 Dear Reader,

 

Daisy chains trace their origins back to folklore, pastoral pastimes, and mythology of Europe. While the exact inventor is  lost to history the craft of weaving Bellis perennis stems dates back centuries, evolving from ancient Celtic and Roman myths into a timeless symbol of innocence, youth and peace.

In Celtic mythology daisies were said to be scattered over the earth by God to cheer parents who had lost a child.  The white petals and yellow centres came to symbolize pure spirits. 

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I am finally feeling better and have come to one conclusion about prescription pills.   They do not suit me at all.  I was given pills because I said to the doctor I had nightmares; the pills I was prescribed gave me more nightmares. I had been feeling ill with strange thoughts in my head and, guess what, some of the blood pressure pills I was taking were known for giving you bad and strange thoughts.  So now I take none of the pills and feel good and happy.  One piece of advice:  always read the side effects that you might have in your prescription pills, this is essential for understanding what you might be experiencing.

 

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From D.H. Lawrence  May 24th  1916 in Cornwall

'The country is simply wonderful, blue, graceful little companies of bluebells everywhere on the moors, the gorse in flame, and on the cliffs and by the sea, a host of primroses like settling butterflies, and seapinks like a hover of pink bees, near the water.  There is a Spanish ship run on the rocks just below - great excitement everywhere.' 

From Francis Kilvert  May 27th   1874 in Wiltshire

'.....banks and hedges brilliant with pink campion.....As I came home the western heavens were jewelled with pure bright sparkling lights of grey silver and pale gold, and overhead a sublime mackerel sky of white and blue in its distant fleecy beauty gave me more intense and grand sense of infinity and illimitable than I ever remember to have had before.' 

 

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A Valediction

 

To innocence

to childhood

to youth

to skipping about

to making daisy chains

to looking in the mirror

seeing someone pretty

to wearing gypsy clothes

feeling exotic in them

to flirting and being flirted with

to kissing someone new

drowning in that indescribable

feeling of lust and love

to smoking king size cigarettes

to being passionate about something

daydreaming about a bright future

to changing the world

making poverty unknown

the poor rich.

 

But knowing now the truth

about old age being shite

hello to fudge and ice cold gins,

small pleasures and quieter things.

 

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With very best wishes,  Patricia