Let’s kick off with words borrowed from some lyrics by Chvrches in their song, Asking For A Friend. Brilliant song, and this line really resonated – ‘The past is in the past, it isn’t meant to last’.
Welcome to a view from the ground. After a bit of a break, time to break out a bit. All in a positive way of course.
As is the reflective theme with my rambles, what a crazy time we live in. As the French claim they should be to able to fish in U.K. and Jersey water; as many, but not all, of the world leaders have gathered to discuss what an environmentally messed up planet web created; as COVID continued to ravage its way across the planet; we have Insulate Britain gluing themselves to the M25 motorway in the U.K. in the name of ………… well, I’m not sure. All I see is a lot of aged people protecting about, it could be argued, a messed up situation that they have helped to create. I accept, I might be wrong. But, surely, there’s a better way of getting the message out there.
I’m interested in the dispute with France over where the border is in the sea that defines whose bit of the sea / ocean it is. I’ve not traveled that much by boat but, when I have, don’t recall any mid-sea border crossing. Also, thinking about it, are the fish aware of these borders? How do you decide which are U.K. and Jersey fish and which are French or Spanish or Irish or, wherever?
Another year is drawing towards its conclusion. Another year of, ‘what happened there?’ Another year that has been a stark reminder of the fragility but beauty of life. Too many people lost their battle; so, those of us blessed to fight on must grasp every minute of the gift we have been granted.
Now, I accept, I am grumpy. At times, aptly described as a grumpy old man. I complain too much. I have a face that resembles a slapped bottom. In other words, I’m far, far from perfect.
Work in progress some may say. My view is, I am who I am. However, despite the many imperfections, I am driven to find the good. Some days, finding the bad and the ugly is easier. But, then, I try hard to avoid watching Boris Johnson on the news. Joke!! Well, when I say joke, I mean ……….. never mind.
I know I’ve talked before about negative news. There is so much of it. But, my worry, one of my worries, is that we allow the news to drive our behaviour. Now, I like a pun, and the recent petrol crisis is a classic example of news driving behaviour. We get told there will be fuel shortages at the petrol stations so, we create a greater shortage by speeding to fill up. At a local station, I counted 20 cars blocking the main road, wasting what fuel they had whilst they waited. Oddly, who benefited from this? The fuel companies, who were telling of shortages whilst putting up the prices? Surely not.
There are so many examples of bad news driving negative thoughts and negative behaviour. But I have no intentions of listing them.
No. Why? Because I’m dreaming. It’s good to dream and, as we head towards Winter, dark mornings and nights, cold and wet weather, it feels important to dream. Now, I accept, many people like Winter. I wish I did. But, I don’t. So, I like to dream. Warm weather. Sunshine. Long, daylight days. Travel. Leeds United winning. Well, let’s forget the last one. That’s going to happen but I wish it happened every game.
However, generally, dreaming, for me, is good. Although, I do that through setting personal intentions. In work talk I suppose it would be called setting objectives.
However, setting intentions is a way of controlling perspective on the how, when, and what ifs.
As those who know me, a few years ago, times were dark. However, from hitting the personal bottom (don’t miss read that), and after working through a period of getting rid of some anger, the time afterwards has been a case of setting small intentions, small steps, to help move forward. As the line at the start of the blog say, the past is in the past, it isn’t meant to last.
At the time I didn’t realise I was setting intentions initially. I was dreaming of better days. A song told us dreams can come true. But, on reflection, I was laying down intentions for steps to take my life forward. Things to create something better. A life which creates a space to grow.
I’m probably not making sense. For those who have visited these blogs before, when do I ever make sense?
It feels like the purpose for the blogs needs to evolve. For the 7 or so years that I’ve rambled in this open space called View From The Ground, it has been a changing theme. From spiritual nativity, to misguided words in the hope of saving the unsaveable, to tales of lies and betrayal, to anger and vitriol, through to growth, optimism, life being what you make it and reaching out to hopefully provide a smile and food for thought. The last 3 years have been the most enjoyable.
What next? I really don’t know. I enjoy the process of writing, of escaping into a online connection with good people I’ll sadly never meet. And, maybe, just maybe, that’s the next step. Opening doors and possibilities to reach further out and create a space to talk to just those unknown connections. To exchanging ideas and dreams which can them multiple and cause a ripple effect of hope.
Who knows? Until I do know, I’ll dream. Let’s move forward. The past is in the past. It wasn’t meant to last.
Maybe, I’m just asking for a friend.