A MISCELLANY OF THOUGHTS COLLECTED JANUARY 2017
Here’s a thing guys.
Driving around near Birkenhead last week, my aunt ill, my last elderly blood relative, alternating between quiet musing and playing items of music…
… and thinking inevitably about my declining years, how much change I’ve inevitably noticed/been a part of, during over 60 years when to a greater or lesser degree, I’ve been struck gently or forcefully by various stuff, items and events local and national, I was impressed by the apparent relevance and appropriateness of these musical pieces to my musings and perhaps to my current situation, using that as a thumbprint for my wider situation where- like some of you guys- I’m at over 2/3 of “My Journey” completed. They’re like a rash of starting guns going pop,pop,pop.
The titles give clues,signposts…
What’s our place? We’re insignificant cogs. Unless we realise it. Then- we’re disillusioned. A bit freer.
We’re stuck in place: Our job is to consume stuff. Period. We happy with that offer?
Then today I saw: From John Harris