The Human Spirit.
My blog is, in the main, a constant and justifiable whinge and anger towards the cretinous, ghastly individuals who would be superior. So after a hard but rewarding week I thought I would have a crack at sharing it. Now Mrs OR is always concerned at the fact she opens the garden for the NGS. She says it's a fine line between showing off and being magnanimous.
She then says that her Macmillan charitable donations are why. That when she woke after over 12 hours of dreadful surgery it was a Macmillan nurse by her side to comfort and explain what had gone on. She wants that to be available for others, hence the open garden.
Now back to last week. I went flying as part of my new, part time employment. It was terrific. Low level over the Channel with a dear friend and a newly met pilot in charge. Nowhere near as good an airman as me! Anyhow it was a very successful flight for my Buddy and his new technology and bodes well for all of us involved.
Last weekend I spent in Germany and now entertaining a couple from some 40 years back for this weekend. Last night we had a meal of spectacular excellence and a very good night cap(s)! To top it all this morning is pure sunshine.
Now I'm back to Mrs OR's question. How close am I to boasting of my great life and good fortune or making observations that are good for others to share? Well, I rather hope my visitors will enjoy and catch a touch of this joie de vivre. It won't last the dreadful burden of being governed so badly.
As August enters its final week we face the imposition of incompetence, via the EUSSR, that awaits us. My brief happy time will easily be trampled all over by inflation and misery. Soon this over populated island will revert to its daily diet of dead soldiers in a forgotten and unwinnable war, economic, self inflicted melt down and all of the ghastly child molesting, Asian grooming, Yardie gang mess we have had to accept.
So the one shining light is that which can burn brightly in us all. The spirit that helps us endure hardship and love being alive. It doesn't need money and material wealth, albeit they are good to have. All it requires is to be comfortable in our own skins.
For me this has only just become possible. It's not easily described and it's not perfect, when sadnesses and despair are just as likely to overwhelm this feeling. Yet one thing is never far away. Friendship, family, if lucky and the shared existence of looking at nature, gardens and the potential joys of being alive are always available. The essence of life shines from the spirit. When recognised and carefully tendered there can be no prison, no jailer. Just the inner freedom of self. For those denied the closeness to that well being, I wish at least one moment of realisation may come their way, even if it comes at death's door. Well, those that deserve it, there are many, unfortunately, who do not.