I am glad for the drill and the men and the whistling. I am glad for the hope that radiates and the desk that is no longer flat. I am glad for the life and laughter in your writing and glad that there will be more. Sending love. Yesterday, I stumbled across a video of my dogs singing (howling) to the sound of my husband drilling something - they seemed to love it too 💛
Yes it is amazing ... hope that is. We need the works. Cheerful skill teams up and works normal wonders ... the essential infrastructure. Whistling was everday but I thought it had gone out of fashion. Great.
There was a poem I read in my youth... lines perhaps: "Old buildings once were scaffolding and workmen whistling..."
May the breeze get into your dreams like lupins! 👍
The sweet sound of love. Buzz. Buzz. Sounds like bees at a hive. I can feel your joy in the spaces all around that drilling. The sounds of love. People serving people. That’s honey. Sounds like things are moving along and you are attracting what you need! That desk will make pretty solid ground for some damn good writing. Throw in some whistling and you’ve got a love fest! Whistling is always the presence of connection. Throw in those boots and it’s a good old nature dance.
Thanks Jamie. Yes I have been hearing the sound of busy bees at a hive. People doing things. Self love was probably the sweetest sound as I finally reached out for help. There is only so much you can do on your own. Hope your week is filled with your own nature dances. 😊 xx
Beautiful photos, beautiful posting and ... err ... beautiful power-drill. That's why I watch wood-working you-tube videos of people who know what they are doing and whose wood-working skills are way beynd mine - it's the route to enlightenment.
Lovely musings about the world around us, Jo. I agree. Everything around us--flowers, skies, the singing of children, and even the sound of a power drill and the driller himself--become inseparable from who we are and our nourishing memories.
Those sounds are sweet music indeed aren't they! Especially that of someone happy whilst working, even more so someone happy to be helping, these are rare breeds worth celebrating and then... the sound of hope, oh but there is the icing and the cherry! Or beautiful lupins in the mist... xxx
How wonderful, Jo, to read/see the joy in your post. I remembered (I can’t explain how my past/present linkages occur) an oldish song:
Everything is beautiful
In its own way
Like a starry summer night
Or a snow-covered winter day.
I’ve heard “Like begets like.” Or, “If you spot it you got it.”
I believe John Donne was a 17th century English poet, who wrote, “No woman is an island unto herself.” While I took liberties with Doone’s actual word choice, the fit to your post is reasonable, even to men with drills! I’m so glad you found the Flat Box guys, versus flat earthers. May lots of words arise from your new desk!
I am glad for the drill and the men and the whistling. I am glad for the hope that radiates and the desk that is no longer flat. I am glad for the life and laughter in your writing and glad that there will be more. Sending love. Yesterday, I stumbled across a video of my dogs singing (howling) to the sound of my husband drilling something - they seemed to love it too 💛
Oh how funny about your dogs and the drill Emily!
Thank you for enjoying the rise of the flat desk and the rises and falls, and rises, of life as I experience it. May you have a laughter filled week.
xx💛
Yes it is amazing ... hope that is. We need the works. Cheerful skill teams up and works normal wonders ... the essential infrastructure. Whistling was everday but I thought it had gone out of fashion. Great.
There was a poem I read in my youth... lines perhaps: "Old buildings once were scaffolding and workmen whistling..."
May the breeze get into your dreams like lupins! 👍
Thank you Philip. I love your summaries which always seem to take in every word I have written and re deliver it to me. Very clever. 😊xx
Hope it helps sometimes ... am not always clever. This one reminded me of working like that when I was young.
Our son can lead the team these days but is a day's journey away.
The sweet sound of love. Buzz. Buzz. Sounds like bees at a hive. I can feel your joy in the spaces all around that drilling. The sounds of love. People serving people. That’s honey. Sounds like things are moving along and you are attracting what you need! That desk will make pretty solid ground for some damn good writing. Throw in some whistling and you’ve got a love fest! Whistling is always the presence of connection. Throw in those boots and it’s a good old nature dance.
Blessings. 🙏❤️
Thanks Jamie. Yes I have been hearing the sound of busy bees at a hive. People doing things. Self love was probably the sweetest sound as I finally reached out for help. There is only so much you can do on your own. Hope your week is filled with your own nature dances. 😊 xx
Beautiful photos, beautiful posting and ... err ... beautiful power-drill. That's why I watch wood-working you-tube videos of people who know what they are doing and whose wood-working skills are way beynd mine - it's the route to enlightenment.
You make me smile Josh: " and....err...beautiful power drill." 😊
I can understand your route to enlightenment. Watching anyone who is in their creative flow is inspiring. xx
Beautiful, Jo. The simplicity of it - someone wants to help when I really, really need help. And I'll do my part.
Thanks Pauline. xx
Lovely musings about the world around us, Jo. I agree. Everything around us--flowers, skies, the singing of children, and even the sound of a power drill and the driller himself--become inseparable from who we are and our nourishing memories.
Galen, you just summarised everything about how and why I write. You are a poet and your words flow as I wish mine could. Thank you.
Power drill okay to screw in wood, but nut a drill screech in dentist hands. Although perhaps good intentions are his story.
Yes it all depends on the context doesn't it! Thanks Richard. 😊xx
in capable hands...
yes indeed!
Those sounds are sweet music indeed aren't they! Especially that of someone happy whilst working, even more so someone happy to be helping, these are rare breeds worth celebrating and then... the sound of hope, oh but there is the icing and the cherry! Or beautiful lupins in the mist... xxx
Thanks Susie. The icing and the cherry indeed. xx❤️
Helpers with power drills. Whistlers. And your joy at having help. Good to hear & good writing!
Thanks Karen. 🥰
How wonderful, Jo, to read/see the joy in your post. I remembered (I can’t explain how my past/present linkages occur) an oldish song:
Everything is beautiful
In its own way
Like a starry summer night
Or a snow-covered winter day.
I’ve heard “Like begets like.” Or, “If you spot it you got it.”
I believe John Donne was a 17th century English poet, who wrote, “No woman is an island unto herself.” While I took liberties with Doone’s actual word choice, the fit to your post is reasonable, even to men with drills! I’m so glad you found the Flat Box guys, versus flat earthers. May lots of words arise from your new desk!
Thank you for your generous comment Gary. I loved reading every line of it! 💛