Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Return of the rhyme.
*Whatever is happening to us this year and over the previous few years, we will overcome.
London In Silhouette — A Poem
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Stadens Museum for Kunst (SMK), Copenhagen — Life in Copenhagen
If walking around for a good few hours admiring European art sounds like your idea of a good time, SMK may just be the place for you. It’s not necessarily my favourite museum, or the most impressive collection I’ve seen – but the way this place was designed to be experienced has something of a […]
Stadens Museum for Kunst (SMK), Copenhagen — Life in Copenhagen
Life Box – Quote of the day — Art, Photography and Poetry (Reblog)
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Lucky Leo!
With the sun now in his own sign of Leo, we are entering high summer in these northern lands.
Leo is the sign of warmth, life, love, kids, sport, acting and self expression in general. The fact that the zodiac (or the ecliptic) is the apparent path of the sun through the sky, makes the sign of Leo, ruled by the same sun, seem rather special to me – and Leos know they are special. The kings and queens of the zodiac.
Leo is the fifth sign and also linked to the mundane fifth house in astrology. In numerology the number five is broadly similar to Leo’s optimistic traits of lust for life and experience.
Leo is the sign of creation of all kinds, just like the sun is the source of warmth and light. Leo is the sign of children, therefore, our most fundamental creations who continue our pursuit of life and love.
Leo is the positive, ‘masculine’ sign of fixed fire. Fire signs are ardent, powerful, creative, fixed signs are determined and stubborn – we can see that the symbol of the Lion is highly appropriate. So why else would the collective noun of lions be ‘pride’?
The sun is said to be dignified in his own sign of Leo. Proud Leo indeed.
Notable Leo individuals include interesting characters such as the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung, and Napoleon Bonaparte.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Do We Ever Know Our Parents?
My father has been dead a long time now, but I’ve never stopped missing him.
I was brought up in an agricultural community of intensive farming, but with just enough ‘real nature’ around us to appreciate the clean air (usually), the silence, the freedom. I virtually grew up on a bike and cars were relatively rare down our road.
Through all that time my father seemed to be in the background, always there, but quiet, shy. He’d had various jobs before retirement, a butcher, farm labourer mainly, but he was an intelligent man of few words.
And I feel I never really knew or understood him.
I wish I’d asked more questions, about his early life, his family. But we never know or ask enough, do we? We take it for granted that our family are there. For us.
Then one day, one of them is not. It’s too late. Yes, of course, I’m stating the obvious, but most often we ignore the obvious all around us, don’t we?
My abiding memory is of my father on his piece land at the back of our house, digging, simply digging the rich soil, surrounded by the vast fertile fields and eyed by hungry, inquisitive birds.
Thanks Dad.
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