Lempriere Lines

Lempriere Lines

Welcome to my journal. These entries will always touch on the past because the past is shaping my future. There are people I know that will become a part of this story and there are others yet to make an entrance. Older Journal enties can be found in an online archive.
GK

January 2022

Happy New Year!

Yes, let’s have a go at a positive spin on this year coming.

It’s just fine to feel a little apprehensive but heh, try not to let the background media noise get you down. Take an early morning walk, grab a takeout coffee or tea if you prefer, take a deep breath, and listen to the good sounds around you.

Losing my matriarch in 2021 was a big blow but I just know she would not want me to wallow in the sadness of her loss, far from it in fact. Personally, I am in a far better place than I have been for many years, no battles to fight so into the new year I go, with growing strength and a sense of absolute calm which is a great feeling.

Always good to have direction and I have prepared my maps and route for the year. Everything is achievable, the targets are well within reach so armed with all of my favourite things my journey into 2022 begins with a recharged mental strength, a very dodgy sense of humour and the company of some special people, you know who you are, whether in physical or spiritual form you are always welcome. Even if we do not speak you know we still have that occasional silent conversation, it’s just the way it is you know!

Our paths will cross again for sure, it is written thus.

So, with that in mind my thoughts go out to all of you who lost someone in 2021 and this year I would like to close my journal with an inspirational poem by Rudyard Kipling.

Cheerio. GK

“If”

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and -toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so, hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it;
And - which is more - you’ll be a man, my son!

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