Apricots Forgotten

I began this blog in April with Apricots.

A poem I wrote myself.

Today I wondered just how many blog posts I had written since Day One54.

There was time when 54 posts in a month meant it had been a light month.

Then again I’ve been visiting friend for the last few weeks, so there have been some distractions – most quite pleasant 🙂

My concern today is that I forgot I wrote a poem called Apricots. It’s about someone leaving someone. More than a bit sad. And it has apricots in it – as you know.

Should I be worried? Is some form of early dementia setting in?

Have any of you forgotten a poem? or short story? I hope no one has forgotten a whole book.

I’m going to re-read the other 53 entries.

Who knows what else I forgot.

Til next time.




Feeling the “Push”

You know that feeling you get when it’s time to move on to the next thing?

Everything was just fine – then suddenly everything is so not – in a big way.

For a little while you try and fight it.

Then suddenly you come upon a book, an article, even overhear a conversation – and bang you know what’s up.

It’s said that our lives change completely every seven years.

I’m 56.

This excerpt is from an article: The Stages of Life According to Rudolph Steiner
The final seven-year period is associated with Saturn (56-63 years old) when Saturn completes its second “return” (e.g. comes back to its position it had at one’s birth), and the soul can manifest an event higher element of Self called Spirit Man.

The Universe is simply at work here folks. Sometimes a comfort zone has to become quite uncomfortable before we are compelled to move along our path.

Today I fully accepted the situation which considerably lessened the discomfort.

Foot forward.