The majesty of it all

It’s no wonder that those poets wrote the words they did

With awe inflated by the mountains and the lakes

That shimmer black, proving that the depths could eat

Our bodies and our souls, swallowed whole for nothing more

Than fish food, sinking to three hundred feet.

It would be nice to traipse the children out,

To teach them how and why those words still stand,

Where that inspiration flowed, and hopefully

They’d understand the world some more,

The way it works and why us adults show our fear,

The things we’ve seen and how we know

Control is weak and life is fragile in our hands,

And nature is the ruler of it all, no matter how we try to fight

Against the rising morning light.

Childhood dreams on summer AFTERNOONs

They seemed like dreams we could achieve

On cherry blossom afternoons,

Full of warmth and hopeful thoughts

That floated on the starry lake.

But twenty years can dull the space we occupy,

Forgetting worlds of possibility

And falling into shadows called our adulthood.

Today I stepped out from that shade and saw

The sky so limitless, as it was at age sixteen

When I knew the world was mine to keep.

I went to Coniston today and it was the first time I had been there in twenty years. I was a teenager last time I was there and full of hope, probably more so than I am these days.

The house on the other side of the lake was the one I wanted to own when I used to swim up here as a kid. And I genuinely thought it would happen.

It brought back so many memories to look back across the lake. I’m not quite so confident anymore and that makes me sad. I wish I could have more of that colour back but that’s just being an adult, I guess.

Much Love

Rachel xx

packing stresses

blue travel luggage
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Clothes are scattered over beds

And tops of doors, spilling from

The bulging cases, filled with shorts

And T-shirts never worn in normal life.

And all for what? You’ll only wear a half

Of everything you pack, and rushing out the door

You won’t pick up that second bag,

Remembering it’s on the kitchen floor,

In traffic on the M6 Toll, no turning back,

So probably best to just not stress

And throw in anything that comes to hand,

A hat, a suit or even your old wedding dress.

We are going on holiday on Sunday and it doesn’t matter that it’s only a road trip up to the Lakes; it’s still stressing me out. The packing is one thing and then it is followed by a whole string of other things you didn’t plan for.

First, the person who was supposed to look after the cat can’t do it. Then I get stung by a wasp and my arm has swollen up so I may need to get a doctor’s appointment because it’s looking more and more infected. Then, the college Noah should be going to said that enrollment is next week and if he doesn’t turn up, he may not get the courses he wants to do.

It’s one thing after another and it always leaves you thinking that going away and leaving your normal life behind is actually a bit too stressful. Maybe I should just cancel all future holidays so I never have to put up with this again?

Much Love

Rachel xx