Greetings all as the week begins with a nice bit of light from our dear star. It may be remarked that of course the commencement of the week began yesterday but I guess that I shall always be one who is of the belief it begins on a Monday as opposed to a Sunday, even if technically that thought is somewhat erroneous. Nevertheless, I digress and may I send my gratitude to Shilpa, Jo and Anna for their patronage and kind comments, loves and shares as well as those who did stop by to read my latest tale. If you are new to these climes please do read back at the earlier posts as you may find them amusing and informative.
Today I looked upon the news to see that a ghastly stabbing occurred in deepest Bermondsey. The relevance to me is that a few years ago I used to reside in that part of the world. I guess where this crime took place would have been about a fifteen to twenty minutes wander. It is sad that one feels the need to resort to such savagery and you wonder what ever possessed them to do such a thing.
However, I looked at the site on googlemaps trying to remember where the road was and soon located it. I decided to have a virtual amble along the locale of where I once resided and it is like looking at a parallel universe. So much has altered in a relatively short period of time. Many of the dwellings I passed each day have now succumbed to the onslaught of new housing and even where the garage I used to visit has now transformed to a fiendish edifice of expensive repute.
I know to be nostalgic isn't particularly relevant to us in the here and now and yet I cannot help but feel a pang of sadness to see the old Bermondsey transform into its current guise. Of course, we cannot stand still for the cycle of time demands fresh transitions and here we are as London continues its upscaling. Those halcyon days of back in the 80's I'm afraid are now consigned to the tomes of history. How I recall looking out of the balcony on Rolls Road to witness the fireworks taking place on New Years Eve in 2000 by the Thames heralding in the next millennia. It makes me realise just how much I have changed.
These days I am well ensconced within the realm of Kent. Let it be said though, I will always have London in my bones although I much prefer the sleepy life out here in the countryside. Back then, I could never have imagined I'd rekindle my karate (I trained for a couple of years way back in 79/80) and then from there to embark into the esoteric world of readings and reiki. I'd have thought you quite unhinged if you'd have said to me that would be my future.
Still, one thing that has remained constant is my love of embedding fresh words upon a page or a screen. There is a certain magic of creation as the consonants and vowels begin to take on a new life and before you are aware a fresh article or story/poem declares itself to all. My next challenge, to take this blog and musings to a bigger audience. Methinks, I shall have to google as to prepare this onslaught against the vast army of memes and inspirational quotes who are in the ascendancy over us old dinosaurs who prefer to write. I have a message to those pretty pictures, we may have thoughts of a time when words were king but we're not quite ready to hang up the pen just yet. Ever onwards and keep scribing and reading dear ones. The best is yet to come.
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