Hello again, Everyone

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Hello again Everyone,

No poem again today, sorry about that, but I am working on one. I live alone and get very tired, especially after a BAD night with my prostate cancer; it isn’t advanced or particularly aggressive, but I often need to urinate during the night. I have tablets now, that help some nights, but not always.

Poetry demands a degree of thought and imagination, both of which fail me utterly sometimes. Even so, they are necessary tools for my personal survival, pandemic or no pandemic, so I am always well-motivated to recover any losses. Fingers crossed…

There are moves towards enforcing greater safety precautions here in the UK in an attempt to control the rapid spread of the Covid-19 variant. One of these is closing down all places of worship. A reader asks how I feel about this. As it happens, I agree, and not because I do not subscribe to any religion. Places of worship offer the sense of being part of a community, and this is important, but not essential to feeling close to God; praying alone can do that. 

Those attending places of worship, whatever their religion, tend to congregate before and after services, an open invitation to the spread of any coronavirus.

Another reader asks how I cope with broken sleep and mobility problems during the pandemic. I have not been told to ‘shield’ so I make sure I get out and about as much as I need to, for essential everyday shopping, exercising my bad leg etc. I always wear a mask as it helps my self-confidence.

Living in London as I do, I am very nervous about going out at all these days, but mental health is every bit as important as physical health; I need to get out of my flat sometimes, even for just 20 minutes or so, or go mad. (I don’t have access to a garden.) It’s a case of mind over matter, I guess, between my inner self and a handful of mentoring ghosts from my past; we invariably manage to persuade a wary, nervous, even downright scared yours truly, to get on with life as far as possible.

Yes, I try to practise what I preach when it comes to adopting a positive-thinking mindset. Never easy, but it’s Hobson’s Choice in so far as the alternative does not bear thinking about. (Well, does it…?)

I look out of my window, watch trees swaying, birds flying and squirrels chasing each other… and feel close to nature. For a pantheist God is nature. So, on this Sunday morning, nor less so than any other morning or times of day, I find more than inspiration enough to see me through all life throws at me as I grow old, pandemic or no pandemic, and, yes, maybe even a poem…

Back tomorrow, folks, and many thanks for dropping by; your company means a lot to me.

Take care, be safe, and keep well,

Hugs,

Roger