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A new pound coin will be in circulation tomorrow.
It looks like the old Threepenny Bit, perhaps a bit posher looking, which makes me wonder.........is that all the buying power of a pound is nowadays, could we buy the equivalent of todays pound years ago with threepence.
I was standing in a bus stop a few weeks ago next to another young boy with lots of wrinkles, when I spotted a pound coin on the floor. I asked him if he had dropped it, he told me that he hadn't, and even if it had been his, he wouldn't risk doing his back in by bending down for it............I told him that I'd risk it, and picked it up.
What are your thoughts on the new coin.....do you have one yet?
When you make a commitment, you build hope. When you keep that commitment you build trust.
The truth of that was brought home when yet another weekend passed without my neighbours honouring their promise to repair the fence between our properties, despite my offering to pay half. It blew down in the gales of a few weeks ago.
I suppose because they are out at work all day they do not mind a glaring gap, but as I'm trying to sell my property I can't afford such an ugly blot on my landscape, so I'll need to call my handyman; it's too heavy a prospect even for my enthusiastic DIY skills and equipment.
Once upon a time in a forest not far away, there lived a very fuzzy bear.
Now Bears usually go lumbering through the forest on all four legs,
but this bear always seemed to be limping.
As if there was something wrong with his front paw.
Other animals would question why he walked with a limp?
and the bear would reply, " I dont limp"
or, depending on how he felt at that moment,
I dont know why I limp?
Sometimes the bear could sense pain deep down inside his paw
and he would hold it up and look at it. But he saw nothing unusual.
It looked just like his other paws, with scarecely any signs of scars or cuts or problems that would cause him to limp.
Now this Bear also had problems getting along with the other Bears in the forest.
He didn't want to tumble and play with the others, and didn't understand why any bear would want to tumble with another Bear.
He didn't enjoy getting honey out of the trees
Often the bear felt a deep sadness within him, but he wasn't quite sure why?
He seemed unable to feel the feelings that other bears told him they had
or to enjoy life as other bears seemed to.
One day as he was walking down a path with nowhere in particular to go
The bear came upon a little cub who had fallen into a clump of prickly bushes and now had a huge and sharp thorn lodged in it's paw.
The little cub was wimpering and crying because he was very afraid and did not seem to know what to do to get rid of its pain.
Gently the bear held the little cub and pulled the thorn out of his paw.
The cub whimpered and cried for some time after the thorn was removed.
The bear watched and comforted the cub as the bleeding stopped and the wound began to heal.
All at once as the bear looked down at the young cub, from deep within him in the hidden corners of his memory a picture from the past began to appear.
A picture from a time when he too had fallen into a prickly bush and lodged a huge thorn deep within the pad of his right front paw.
The memory became clearer as he realized that when he was younger he didn't
know how to get anyone to help him.
So gradually the skin on his paw grew around the thorn, covering up the thorn and also covering up the knowledge that it was even there.
But the sharpe object lay deep within his paw, surrounded by infection that spread throughout his whole body, leaving only numbness instead of feelings of being a bear.
As he found this memory, the bear understood what he had to do.
He soon helped the little cub and its Mother and then set off to find other bears in the forest and ask for their help in removing the thorn.
Before long he managed to find a bear with much experience in thorn removal.
"This is going to hurt some" said the wise bear.
It has been buried for so long that as we bring it up, you may wonder if you shouldn't leave it in place so you won't have the sharp pain now!....
But... she went on
This thorn has hurt you far more than you now understand.
It must come out so that the infection that it caused in your body can be healed.
Then using pressure and persuasion. the wise bear eased the sharp thorn nearer and nearer to the surface of the lonely bear's paw until at last it was visible and could be removed.
All the other bears helped too, and before long every bit of the thorn was out.
Getting all of the pieces of the thorn out after such a long time was painful.
But the bear understood that in order for his pain to be completely gone
Every bit of the long embedded thorn had to be released from his paw.
As he began to heal his paw sometimes hurt, but he noticed that each day
he felt better and better
It was amazing, he was experiencing feelings in a new way and seeing the world through the eyes of a bear who at last, loved being a bear.
He told other bears how powerful a mind can be to hide the pain of a thorn buried deep within a paw.
For he understood the lesson of the thorn that pain not remembered can be the most destructive pain of all.
A brief bit about me. I took voluntary redundancy from a company I worked for last year (2016) with the view to phasing in early retirement. Things at the moment are going to plan. Retiring from the workplace can be a shock to the system if you haven't had total freedom before. Luckily I've taken to it like the proverbial duck out of water.
I have lots of interests, some of which are; online chess,
reading, motorcycling. The reason I joined this site is to have
more people to chat to who are of a similar age and maybe swop
ideas on life in general.
Have a nice day.
Hands on for Reiki, Anyone?
- Stress Relieving
- Heals at all levels.
A POEM THAT SOME CAN RELATE TO
I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge; in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pen'orth of sweets was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it...I'm just getting old?
I remember the 'loo' was the lav
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.
The interesting items we perused
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
Bet you nodded all the way through
that some can relate to reading this hey ........
ANON - but sent in by Maurice B
Your old hat hurts me, and those black
fat raisins you liked to press into
my palm from your soft heavy hand:
I see you staggering back up the path
with sacks of potatoes from some local farm,
fresh eggs, flowers. Every day I grieve
for your great heart broken and you gone.
You loved to watch the trees. This year
you did not see their Spring.
The sky was freezing over the fen
as on that somewhere secretly appointed day
you beached: cold, white-faced, shivering.
What happened, old bull, my loyal
hoarse-voiced warrior? The hammer
blow that stopped you in your track
and brought you to a hospital monitor
could not destroy your courage
to the end you were
uncowed and unconcerned with pleasing anyone.
I think of you now as once again safely
at my mother's side, the earth as
chosen as a bed, and feel most sorrow for
all that was gentle in
my childhood buried there
already forfeit, now forever lost.