Wisdom they say comes if you look for it. When you think of our busy lives making decisions of great importance on the hoof, then the art of standing still to find wisdom stands out all too clearly. In many ways it’s a lost art and we must uncover it to truly grow.
By taking the time to truly investigate whether your choices are truly merited will give you the years of knowing you asked every question, but, and here’s the rub, you must be prepared to make changes based on the truths you uncover.
How many times have I got it wrong? Lots. What has this taught me? That I’m often not as sure as I’d like to be. How can I better protect myself from my poor choices? By taking more time to gain more wisdom to make better ones!
Add into this mix the wisdom of maturity, the truth that time teaches us that 1+1 really does almost certainly make 2.
Choose your decisions carefully. Believe in the wisdom of conversation and that what you think may not be right. Then, after all is said and done, make a positive decision with no regrets save those of the sadness of what you must sometimes do.
Peace, love and think of the world you live in to enrich it…
With the arrival of June we are treated to Southwell Festival folk music drifting across the Upton plains into our welcoming open windows. It makes a welcome distraction from the hum of traffic that rises to a frenzied experimental orchestral piece at the two rush hour points of morn and eve. I once spent near on a whole minute waiting for a gap in the traffic to nip across Main Street with my loyal hound and escape the din down Mill Lane. I’m thinking of asking the village council to install a pedestrian flyover.
June sees Upton arguably at its prettiest with the stunning gardens and fields in full finery. It is simply joyous. The Upton folk too get to wear their summer garments and it’s here that the true personality of a person comes out. A colourful bermuda shirt, that a little too bright Hermés silk scarf you bought with Auntie Geraldine’s money, a crumpled panama that cousin Billy accidentally sat on, the dandy cravat, the little too short tennis skirt, the mankini…
The Upton cricket season rumbles on with all the excitement of 56 part blockbuster. The visiting sides to our ground are often surprised with the slowness of the outfield as the shiny oval leaves willow only to stop stone dead in mountains of cut grass left happily to rot. I mean, what were they expecting, Lords? Tea is always a delight as each side takes a welcome break from battle to eat sandwiches and cake. Some eat too much cake. Some look like cake.
The Cross Keys clients now fall out into the garden to take in the sights and smells on offer. Looking across to the church on a warm summers evening with Guinness in hand and hound stretched happily by your feet is about as good as it gets.
Good morning campers. We awake not to a ringing endorsement for Teresa May to go into Brexit negotiations but rather a hung Parliament.
Young people have voted. The Brexit fight back has begun.
It’s quite unbelievable.
A campaign that was set up on one key subject, Europe, swung across other issues and then shone on the police and the NHS as awful darkness visited our land.
In such a short campaign the country was not convinced. If the election was held again it begs the question just what could the Labour Party do?
Interesting times and taking the electorate for granted appears to have been a gamble too far for the Tories. What must David Cameron be thinking this morning? Worth noting too that the Tony Blair scaremongering could not have been more off key. Corbyn has been spectacularly successful. Wow.