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We are Sublime.

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04.30 in the early hours,

Looking at flowers

Which

Two days ago

Were Closed

Bud like

Coy

Like myself

When a young boy.

Now open

Gentle bright

Even in this

Insomniac’s

Middle of night.

Being aware

Is being Awake

And being awake

Is having awareness

That you do not regret

Past Mistakes.

In this strangely quiet

Time of night

Sudden realisation

Drops…..and

You know what?

To trust in the timing of life

Leads to understanding

That inherently

In our passage through time

We are

As individuals…….

Essentially

Sublime.

55 thoughts on “We are Sublime.”

  1. I was awake at the same time this morning, but didn’t produce anything as good as this.
    I find that inspiration often strikes in the middle of the night, which makes me get up and record or draw what that flash was, as sleeping on it inevitably makes it disappear.
    Hope you had a good day yesterday. I’ll be in touch 😉👍 x

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    1. It’s spot on how you describe inspirational middle of night striking. At end of day too. Not sure that I can ever the remember a tune or chord sequence , so I tend to push the video record button on the iPad. But middle of night when Angie is sleeping is not usually a time I do this. A gentle hum of the tunes or lyrics maybe. I certainly don’t play guitar middle of night. Only back in the day with late as late little acoustic jamming sessions with buddies. Even then the neighbours had to be considered. I had a relaxing day yesterday. Picked up the guitar a bit. Rain stopped garden play. I think there is a recording studio down in Borth. I’m seriously thinking of getting some songs down and may enquire. Angie was working yesterday. So a day in on my own……yet again. 🥱 I need to get out more! Cheers Ianto. Speak soon. Xx

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      2. I dropped my reply to send quickly because the toast was on! Luckily not ‘on’ fire. 😊 I need to find costs first. I still haven’t heard you play yet. Be good if you had some tunes to show me. I haven’t a bass guitar any more so tend to play bass tunes with the acoustic. Been working on an old song this morning and changed the chords to suit my range. When we played it in the XCerts, Dave the guitarist sang it. I’ve changed a bit of the tune and my lyrics a little too. I can imagine your nocturnal symphonies. I imagine you can do what I do and put the mix (in parts) as accompaniments. It’s from way back when when you ask the guys you’re with to ‘play something like this and shove your own techniques and skills in to take it to another level’. It worked out pretty well back then. Now? I’m limited to my own basic abilities. I’m no drummer like my brother was or a lead guitarist like my other brother is! I’m probably not a bass player any more either! 😆 Xx

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      3. I’m pretty sure that you’re mike’s better than I am. I haven’t had a chance to play properly for years now. The kids have started to pick up gitars and other stringed instruments now, so I am starting to pick up and play a bit more. Having said that, I’ve forgotten most of what I once knew. I’m sure it’ll come back. I really need to work on picking up chords again….

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      4. All I do Ianto is pick up the acoustic and strum and write songs. I was a bass player with no interest in doing more than writing a song on acoustic. As said, I’d sing the brass or lead guitar tunes and harmonies vocally they’d take them to the next levels. I’d have the rhythm in my head, but that would change a fair amount of times too. Music is simply fun. Just strumming and playing anything that comes to mind. When I worked in social services, we’d play djembe and other drums with various percussion pick them up’s as a group activity. So many great vibes just by simply bashing out rhythms or shaking percussion in a group scenario. It’d be nice to get some people together and sit outside the VeeDub! When’s the next solstice? Beach vibes beckon. 😊 Cheers Ianto. Xx

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    1. It needs a splash of unique colour art on the walls. To produce a more homely nature. We usually have a very craft based feel. It will get there bit by bit. The Welsh stone is very nice re: inherent rustic colour and additions at times. Rusts, plum colour alongside greys and golden glitter in the mix on the outside walls. Cheers Sheila.

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      1. Ah, I hear ya. Of course I live with all white walls (now that we rent) and artist husband who has always believed in hanging his colorful art (the walls were his canvas for his artwork when we owned homes).

        Welsh stone. That explains why the fireplace draws me in. I must post pictures of the home my parents built. My mom loved Georgia White Marble stone and dad laid it up both inside and outside of the house.

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      2. I loved the value of exchanging when artists and craftsmen got together. Often at shows and events someone would approach who was a seller too. It was nice to be able to swap and obtain pieces of art, ceramics, metalwork, etc. by this method. Not all the time because people had to pay bills. But we had quite a nice collection of individuality over the years. My ceramics in the houses of the people who became friends was a nice feeling. And you knew they really loved the pieces. It’s a fine scenario to have your husband’s work on display. Sounds perfect. I look forward to seeing the White Marble. Sounds very John and Yoko with their White room.

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      3. I sooo agree about the “nice feeling” from using ceramics crafted by others. I actually kept a few pieces from farmer markets and from my mom and obe of my great aunts for that very reason (though I loved their aesthetics too).
        Ah, John and Yoko. True! I was thinking more about the white stones of Newgrange.

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      7. I did read the whole story of your visit. So, so many inclusions and lots to recognise and think about in your words and photographs. The spiral carvings on the stones is something I thought you would feel a real connection with. Thanks for sharing this. Those white stones are similar to ones in our garden. The scenery too has a Welsh feel. I shall also be taking a cup of organic nettle tea infusion myself for my last drink of the day now! All the best Sheila.

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      9. Raku! They take the clay piece out of the kiln at top heat and immerse it in sawdust or straw. You then get a metallic sheen on the glaze. I was present with a good friend at Warwick Arts Centre out in an open field and all of his pieces actually held together. Because of the intensity of temperature change you can get cracks. He called me his good luck charm. 😊 I do have a couple of small Raku pots. Lovely things.

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  3. This is brilliant Gray. Such insight and inspiration. I particularly liked ‘To trust in the timing of life
    Leads to understanding’
    Such a perfect message.

    I’d like to share on my blog?

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    1. Of course Brenda. Of course the first part, ‘Trust in the timing of life’, is from the little affirmation card. But I do feel that it does lead to understanding that we are all individually sublime in our own unique ways. To stay positive, believe in yourself and feel good about yourself whatever the time of life you have arrived at. Thank you Brenda.

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      6. ⚽️ hey? I was born in Coventry Brenda. So grew up from an early age supporting them. But watching many of England’s heartaches? It’s still…..so near yet so far that continues. 🙁

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      8. My Grancha was from South Wales. My Dad was born there too, but moved to Coventry when about 3 or 4 years old. I’ve lived here 29 years. My Grancha moved to Coventry and went to work in the Massey Ferguson factory. Football and Rugby? My Dad supports Wales foremost. But still roots for England too if Wales are not involved in any way. Weird conundrum at times if they are in the same tournament. I support Wales, Scotland and Ireland teams when watching them against others too. That’s why it’s ⚽️ hey? 😊

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      9. To be honest, I might check scores throughout the match, but won’t follow it. Its funny, my dad’s English but I don’t think it ever occurred to me to support England. My mum’s Scottish (well technically half Irish) lol. I should support everyone 🤣

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      10. I know. Loyalties can get very intense. I like to watch certain sports simply for the sport’s human skills base. It feels great simply supporting for the joy of an occasion that uplifts your spirits I reckon.

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    1. Thank you so much Brenda. That is so generous. I’ve been getting a few followers over the last 30 minutes or so. It was such a quickly written poem too. I met my friend Ianto (who comments on my posts) today and we went for a pot of tea, well two actually, then carrot cake first and then tea cake and scone follow up. He came back to the house and we sat chatting and played a bit of guitar. He’s not visited here before. So it’s been a nice day…..which started at 02.30! Insomnia hey! Again. Thank you so much.

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      2. A palliative patient I looked after purposefully introduced us. She asked him to make a mandala beads string which she gifted me as a tank you. We shouldn’t accept gifts! But there are emphatic exceptions. She knew we would get along. I’m taking a leaf out of your book……..out doing the famous cafe visits. 😆

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      6. My boss in the early 1970s went to America to visit a friend and his family regularly. He brought back American Pringles, waffles and pancakes. They weren’t available here then. They were the best thing we ever tasted. What his friend’s asked him to take over there? Weetabix! They couldn’t get them there. Weird hey?

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      8. Can’t beat a truly decent cup of tea. No wish washy brew! And irn-bru I haven’t had since a child. Dandelion and burdock and irn-bru were nectar! Spell check doesn’t like getting the word irn-bru right does it! 🙄

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      9. Oh Dandelion and Burdock, now you’re bringing back memories. Must admit I was so frazzled after classes that I was tempted to buy full fat irn-bru as opposed to my usual fizzy water

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    1. Thank you Destiny. I am no poet. I’m a songwriter that dabbles. In my teens to twenties I was in bands. Since leaving that fir other pastures (Potter, Photographer, Nurse, etc.) I play guitar and write. But simply fir own enjoyment. Just had a brief look at your poetry. You are a poet! You are extremely expressive in creating imagery from the prompts and written for scenario. The flow and descriptive gems you yourself produce I would flounder at. It will be good to have a look at your work over the weeks, months. Thanks once again for putting down my words in isolation. It was strange to see them like that and see they actually made sense….if you know what I mean. Left a reader hanging as to what the realisation could be. Could of left it there and let them create there own imaginings. 😊 All the best to you.

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      1. About your words in isolation, sorry for that 😬 for me it’s what I leave with after reading and maybe relate to the most, if that makes sense lol… and now when you say isolation I feel bad 🤭
        Thank you for reading through. appreciated 🙏.
        Poet is a long way to go, for now I call it experimenting 😁

        All the best your way too, Gray🤍

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      2. Don’t be sorry. I like recognition in those isolated phrases. Like a song sung. You drop onto a particular part that truly strikes a chord (excuse the pun) and the words hit the nail on the head for you yourself to relate to. I spoke to a friend yesterday about a tune I wrote with lyrics as a seemingly nonsense ditty. ‘Walking round my local town one sunny afternoon, in scarf and jacket and jeans, whistling a tune’. It goes on to tell a full story. The story wouldn’t relate at all to others. Nor myself for that matter. But the opening line of being in discomfort of wearing scarf, jacket and jeans in hot sunshine? And yet still feeling positive and whistling? That would possibly suit poetry. It’s great to keep experimenting. I believe Walt Whitman kept going back and changing his published content didn’t he? Anyways. Thank you for your reply. Much appreciated.

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