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There seem to be more than a few of we mere mortals with a penchant for Byron, Shelley and Keats. Perhaps Keats for me is the one who makes my heart beat and speaks to me in a language that I feel. He lives outside time - very difficult to 'fix' him in the early eighteenth century, he could be thousands of years in the future or never even ... written in water ... aren't we all but perhaps few see this, I don't know.

But while the water ripples ... the yearning ... the sensuality ... the adventure ... and the romance.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
John Keats

Jung could not have expressed it better himself!

Feed the passion!

So - killer week, now passed. Sometimes there are just too many plates to juggle. Too many meetings to attend, too many miles to drive, too many insoluble problems to solve (hey, that's what they pay you for!).The evening comes and your head is buzzing. And then it can be just too quiet. Watch a film, read a book, listen to some music, surf the net ... message to self: you should get out more. :) Some work:life balancing required. Hey ho.

... for Christina's collection! :)

with apologies to Morcheeba ...

well, as Nietzche observed, 'What does not kill me makes me stronger' or something like that. That was a typically cheery offering of his. JPS isn't much better. Why am I thinking this at all? It's probably that diminishing day length thing, mixed with a frustrating work day and shaken with general overwork. I can get really maudlin ...

Thankfully, it doesn't take too much to distract me from feeling sorry for myself.

Even tho' I would prefer not to be sitting here on my own.

But that's life ... the wheel will turn when it's good and ready.

Hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. I have trees to see ... :)