Category Archives: Tunes, Poetry & Rhyme

Get Out and Do Look Back

English: Antique Tabriz Persian Rug

English: Antique Tabriz Persian Rug (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I see Bug in a Rug syndrome all about me, everywhere I look.

I love this little slice of wisdom. It comes from a quality tune on a Headz (Mowax) album… but could have originated anywhere. I cannot find the track anywhere, don’t even know it’s name, and my brother stole my copy years ago, so here it is roughly paraphrased:

Once there was a Bug that lived in the most beautiful Persian Rug

But he didn’t know it

All about him were his problems and he was miserable

One day he climbed up to the highest point on the rug and looked down

He gasped!

For there, stretching out below him was the most beautiful Persian Rug

What he thought were his problems were in fact the thick pile, exquisite weaving, intricate patterns and thick sumptuous tassels…

He cheered right up and realised life was beautiful even with it’s problems… which only make it all the more rich and vibrant

Take a moment to step back and appreciate your own beautiful Persian Rug whenever you can, from even a little distance or a slightly different perspective it can be taken in fully. It also makes more sense as a whole, looks more beautiful… and feels more manageable!

Get Out and Do Look Back

Fishing

This is a gem of a song, whether you’ve held a rod or not. Have a little daydream… Meanwhile, I’m just sitting here wishing I were fishing. Dipping my line in the loch. Darting a spinner through clear crystal water in landscape time really forgot.

Some people meditate, others run, some read or write or ride. Soothing the soul? I’ve gone fishing.

Peas and Tranquility

Whilst watering my brown earth pots with carefully collected rainwater, I felt glad that I don’t commute through the chaos in order to pay for my food. I’ve replaced money with time.

The tantalising anticipation and sheer delight as the tiny little shoots appear are worth starving a bit in winter and relying on porridge, lentils and oatcakes for. I’d never set foot in a restaurant, shop or delicatessen again if it was in exchange for the sweet sensation of the first pea shoot of the season, ground between the molars to produce a burst of unmatched youthful vitality and sublime flavour in symphony upon my tongue.

A fresh pea shoot requires neither seasoning nor sauce. It’s perfect just the way it is.

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Just a little ditty to explain the nitty-gritty…

I’m a gun-toting healer, a merry old grump

A stand-offish hugger, a classy wee frump

I’m a passive aggressive, a contrary bird

Alarmed to be seen but joyful to be heard

I’m bowling along at a slow steady pace

Full of clumsy enthusiasm and leisurely grace

I’m good and I’m evil, miserable and glad

I’m a fine figure of a woman and a bit of a lad

I’m all shades of grey when I’m not black and white

And I’ll pick one, and join one and break up a fight

I’ll support and defend, charm and offend, die for my friend and be true to the end.

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