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tishfarrell · 4 years
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“If You Are Not Confused You Are Not Thinking Clearly”
“If You Are Not Confused You Are Not Thinking Clearly”
The quotation in the title is ascribed to one Irene Peter, but strangely I cannot find a thing about her on the web, only the tagline ‘famous American writer’ heading a short list of other pithy observations. A quick search on-line brings up no lists of books or articles. Nothing on amazon.com.  I am therefore puzzled; confused even. Does she not exist? Has whoever it is been blanked from the…
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willeke-maya · 7 years
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Magnetic voices
How many times have you been caught in the middle of an internal shouting match between your mind and an increasingly irritating body?
Whether it’s vision loss, disturbing fatigue or being unable to use your arms or legs properly, you know something’s amiss. That inner voice can be slightly more than torment, an evil nagging because you are not living up to your potential anymore.
Fact is, we’re…
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ceciliaduranmena · 7 years
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Con Trump en París
Con Trump en París
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En lo único que no pensé fue en la posibilidad de coincidir con Donald Trump en París. La Ciudad Luz se desquicia con semejante visitante. Desviaciones, guardias, ejército en las calles, alertas, antipatía, críticas, todo eso flota entre el ambiente. A los parisinos no les gusta la visita. A mí también se me saltan las tuercas. Entre el tráfico, los parisinos fuera de casa, los miles de turistas…
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tishfarrell · 4 years
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Ironbridge Cooling Towers ~ And Then They Were Gone
Ironbridge Cooling Towers ~ And Then They Were Gone
This shot of the Ironbridge Power Station cooling towers was taken last Friday lunchtime. And here’s what happened to them this Friday morning:
    Thanks for this clip to ‘Charlie the Cat on You Tube. See also https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-england-shrop
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ceciliaduranmena · 5 years
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Siete años
Hace siete años empecé a escribir este blog. Como todo lo que se inicia, hubo incertidumbre, ¿quién me leerá?, dudas, ¿es serio escribir un blog?, cuestionamientos, ¿para qué? Y entre todas las preguntas que se me ocurrieron antes de empezar, la que jamás se me ocurrió plantearme fue ¿por cuanto tiempo? Seguro pensé que lo que durara seria bueno.
Lo que jamás me imaginé al empezar a escribir este…
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tishfarrell · 5 years
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So Do We Want To Know What Britain Is Really Like For 14 Million Of Its Citizens?
So Do We Want To Know What Britain Is Really Like For 14 Million Of Its Citizens?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeozhyFY1i8
Last week, 16 November 2018, Professor Philip Alston, international lawyer and UN Special Rapporteur on extreme poverty and human rights made his statement on the shameful state of Britain. He began by pointing out that the UK is the world’s fifth largest economy, yet one fifth of its…
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tishfarrell · 7 years
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When Ophelia Came To Wenlock ~ Red Sun At Noon
When Ophelia Came To Wenlock ~ Red Sun At Noon
By way of a brief intermission from the on going Greek series, here is the sun over our Shropshire garden at around midday yesterday. The tail end of Hurricane Ophelia had apparently whipped up the dust of Africa along with the ash from the tragic forest fires in Portugal and Spain and so created this apocalyptic orange twilight complete with rosy sun. Nothing to do with us of course, all this…
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tishfarrell · 7 years
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Views From the Morville Lych Gate
Views From the Morville Lych Gate
The lych gate is of course the corpse gate, the covered entrance wherein the dead might be laid until a funeral could take place in the parish church. In the past there was often a several day wait for this essential ceremony, during which time the deceased must be shielded from bad weather, robbers and worse.
This particular lych gate stands on the path to Morville’s parish church of St.…
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tishfarrell · 7 years
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False Horizons On The Way To The Allotment: A Not So Bucolic Picture?
False Horizons On The Way To The Allotment: A Not So Bucolic Picture?
I usually have a camera with me when I go gardening. The field path from our house to the allotment provides many diversions; opportunities to stand and stare. And also there’s often something to snap around my plot. I took this photo just over a week ago. Even then the wheat looked more than ready to harvest. But it was infested with wild oats, hence the feathery ‘horizon’ seen here above the…
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tishfarrell · 7 years
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Textures Of Kenya ~ Oat Grass And Zebra In the Maasai Mara
Textures Of Kenya ~ Oat Grass And Zebra In the Maasai Mara
Wishing the Kenyan people well on this their election day.
Daily Post: textures
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tishfarrell · 7 years
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Yesterday. The perfect summer’s day. And here are the people of Much Wenlock gathered on the Church Green in a Great Get Together picnic, organised by the local community group Building Bridges Not Walls. It was of course only one of the  120,000 events being held this weekend across Great Britain to celebrate the life of Jo Cox, the vivacious young Labour MP for Batley and Spen, who stood for community, togetherness, tolerance and diversity, and who was tragically murdered last year.
So we came together to make a stand against those who would divide us, and we did it with poetry, Turkish dancing, song, and soothing tabla rhythms. Swallows and swifts swooped overhead. The churchyard willow provided ample shade and dappled light. Assorted dogs came along too. Children clamoured to have their faces painted, and the place hummed with convivial chatter and good fellowship.  And somewhere amongst it all there was a BBC film crew making a programme about life in a rural parish, featuring our Rector, Rev Matthew Stafford.
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Meanwhile providing some of the entertainment were:
Tarlochen on tabla, Ian on guitar and vocals: and a fine happenstance partnership it turned out to be with an ace version of Eleanor Rigby.
Then there was Wenlock’s Turkish Dance Group ‘Belly Up’:
And local poet, Paul Francis (in the hat), paid a heartfelt tribute in the Ballad of Jo Cox:
And young Jenny from the Sixth Form College sang to us:
Local groups also had their stalls – the Samaritans, Rojo Rojo Orphanage in Kenya, the Twinning Group, Cuan House Wildlife Rescue; there was tea and cakes in the Priory Hall…
And then, after a few hours peacefully spent together, everyone went home with smiles on their faces. A fine time was had by all, and so a big ‘well done’ to the organisers. But for the final flourish here is Graham on the path home, showing off his Maldives fish shirt. It had proved a great hit among the picnickers, including the Rector. He told us he had a wedding coming up, and the bride had forbidden him to wear his usual gloomy clerical gear. He thought Graham’s shirt was just the job, and how much did he want for it:
However, the Highland cattle over the fence were not so easily impressed. They moved off to the farthest corner of the field:
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                          “We have far more in common than that which divides us” Jo Cox 1974-2016 Yesterday. The perfect summer’s day. And here are the people of Much Wenlock gathered on the Church Green in a…
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