We have had some very heavy rain of late. At one point it was the heaviest I have seen it here. It tanked it very violently for around a quarter of an hour. It was heavy after that.
{I need to check the drains and storm drains are leaf free before autumn gets fully underway.}
One of the British “newspapers” reports that a woman was swept away in her car very near here and drowned. It is also in our local news. The river in the garden has risen ~ 180 cm over night. It is muddy. So the cormorant is here looking for roach in the pond, being a sight predator there is no river food.
This means that water is flowing under the/our bridge in a swift noisy manner..
I have had a fairly exhausting month of dreams so far. In a movie script they might be a part of the action. None of them really have changed my understanding of myself and my lives all that much. They may have added a bit of detail. But the fact of the matter is that they have not changed life circumstance, nor our plans for the immediate future. Our “plans” do not extend beyond spring and are loose at best. I see no shiny future, no grand purpose. I see a lot of more of the same. There is nothing I can do about this.
The dreams then are like water under the bridge, moving swiftly on. I make a note of them and then decide, strimmer or paintbrush. And then they are gone…floated off down the dream-stream towards the sea.
Last night in bed I had a line of thinking that suggested I was being a nasty pushy arrogant bastard about how I am approaching my healthcare. That maybe I just need to be even more passive and less demanding. To hand them the baton completely. I can tell that I make them uncomfortable. They don’t like “teacher” peering at them over spectacles and checking their work, their reasoning. Maybe I am being too demanding, too arrogant, too entitled. I am not owed anything healthcare included.
Nigel the knobhead is talking about removing the right to reside for immigrants in the UK. That may be mirrored here. In which case I may be back having a pint in Clacton-on-Sea sooner than I think…Cheers Nige.
The wankers in America are taking about martyrs…maybe they too get to have virgins in their special great American heaven, reserved solely VIP for them. People have a very twisted understanding of what Christian means…
I find myself sighing regularly…
Dreamyoga 