So I’ve shown you The Black Diamond (Den Sorte Diamant) a while back, but not this gem of a garden hidden behind it. I intended to share these photos much earlier, but I honestly there are so many pictures piling up on my computer that I forget about, and I can’t keep track of what […]
Den Konglige Biblioteks Have — Life in Copenhagen
*Denmark is a fascinating country.
They think I’m losing my mind,
that my time to live is almost done.
They say I’ve had my day,
that I don’t deserve what I’ve spent
my whole life saving up for,
these few short years which fly by
at an ever increasing speed,
toward some stark oblivion,
a fate which awaits even those
who would question my worth
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
The twelve signs begin with Aries and end with Pisces. Logically, when you visualise a human form, we start at the head and end with the feet, top to bottom. From that simple correlation, we can, for example, deduce that Aries ‘rules’ the head and Pisces the feet.
Interestingly, the Ram, or Aries, is known for butting heads – a battering ram, so it may not be surprising to find out that the head is often a weak point of this sign.
Similarly, if you look down at your feet, maybe you can imagine the glyph of the Fishes, or Pisces, which bear the whole weight of our bodies. Poor Pisces has to take on so much!
In this series of short articles, I will explore the health associations with each sign, plus how health issues can relate to factors in our far more individual birth charts.
*** It is very easy for us to neglect our health but during times like these it is especially wise for us to stay healthy and watch what we eat.
Now is time to live
Experiencing each day
Let us learn to surf
I’m sorry for my impatience,
for forgetting what is important.
The simple things
of being and sharing together.
A drink, a nice meal
and a smile across the table,
waking up and saying goodnight
and all the rest in between.
I am grateful for the day,
the little things making
the world of me and you
go round
copyright Francis Barker 2020
Boats
One of these boats is mine,
let’s say this one right here,
all ship-shape
and eager for the tide.
So come on, take my hand
I’ll show you around,
there’s no time to lose
because summer’s on its way
and I can feel the warm winds
arrive on this scented ocean air,
promising to take us beyond
that blue-on-blue horizon
to those lands unimagined
in all our dreaming
We shan’t follow the tireless tern
who labours from pole to pole
every year of his life,
merely to survive.
No, ours are the balmy seas
and first port will be St Tropez.
We’ll saunter ’round as if we own it,
then sail slowly on hugging Italy’s leg
all the way to Venice,
where we’ll flop onto chairs in Florian’s,
order the most exorbitant espressos
and demolish bite-sized cakes
And after that? Well,
I propose we simply wander,
let the currents of nature and time
take us where they will.
Because you see, there are no plans,
no timetable.
We’ve earned this shot at life— at living—
this precious smiling space
poem and image © copyright df barker 2012
