Between the Bricks

Meanderings of a grown up girl

Category: Meanders

The First Time You Meet Me

When you meet me for the first time, please don’t ask me, “Where are you from?” Don’t ask me, “What do you do for a living?” Or tell me, “Oh, I thought you must be from the UK because you sound soooo English!” Why do you care about my accent or which country I was born in? It is not my accent that defines me nor where I was born that I belong.

If you are truly interested in who I am, then ask me what I believe in. Be curious about my passions. Find out what makes me feel happy and joyful. And yes, what makes my heart bleed too!

I don’t care what your job is, how much money you make or where you live. I care if you feel connected to what you see around you, whatever that is. A rising block of concrete, metal pipes and jazzy lights or a swaying bamboo grove. It doesn’t matter. But what do you see? What do you hear? What do you feel? That does!

I don’t care about your politics or what football team you support. What religion you practise or god you bow down to. I don’t care what rituals you follow, what law you feel tied to, who you love or how you choose to spend your time. I care if you are kind to your brothers and sisters, the ones you know and the ones you do not. I care if you honour every single speck of life on this planet for its place and its purpose. I care if you are curious to learn and evolve as a part of the environment around you, not because you think you are above it. And I care if you recognise this wondrous gift called life.

So when we first meet, please don’t ask me where I am from. Don’t assume that you know. Instead, let’s both take a moment, step back and observe. Silence speaks volumes. It allows us to hear.  In fact, the first time you meet me, don’t ask me anything at all.


Ghosts on Stilts

I hear you, ghosts on stilts. I know you’re out there, lingering in the paddy fields, digging the rich red earth with your bare hands and rudimentary tools. What are you digging for? Oh, you’re not digging for anything, I see, I’m sorry! I didn’t realise. I should have thought.

It will be over soon. It can’t go on forever. Only thing is, for many, for you, I suppose it will be too late. It was too late! Crickets and centipedes don’t really cut the mustard do they, not for men like you! Not for anyone. A rat if you’re lucky. What about the little fish and frogs? Do you fish? You’d better learn. Put away your stethoscope and learn to fish instead. Being clever won’t help you now. You have to be a different kind of clever. Pretending not to be clever is clever!

I’m in!

I haven’t really got the hang of this blogging business! Just make it up as I go along! I’ve been shut out of my dashboard for months on end because I forgot my username and password – how stupid is that! Perhaps not quite as stupid as handing out the wrong blog address to people! It hardly matters that I couldn’t get into my blog since nobody could read it anyway!  Having just written my daily gratitude list, I thought I’d just give it a try and hey presto, here I am! So, one more item to add to my  gratitude list today –  Dear Universe, thank you SO much for helping me remember my WordPress user name and ID so I can actually post something on my blog!

Buzzard buzzard soaring high,                                                                                                                 Take me with you in the sky.                                                                                                                             Help me lose myself and I.