Into April

Monday 28.03.2020 signals the seasonal shift from March to April with clocks already turned back yesterday, doubtless confusing more than a few folks celebrating Mother's Day. From memory Mother's Day was a commemoration of the archetypal Mother of compassion, in the Catholic version Mother Mary, though other religions may well have had their own special days. What is clear though is that the other mammalian species don't celebrate Mother's Day, the suckling of their babies notwithstanding.

The Mother of your blogger dear reader, surely exhibited  the features of the archetypical mother as her children will attest. She passed on some years ago and your blogger was happy to be at the passing in Bournemouth Hospital where a room had been prepared for the family who had gathered around the bed in time to say farewell. She had often said she'd had enough in her 80s, the death of her elder son in Australiia having knocked the stuffing out of her, and her heart condition could clearly pointed to the possibility of her following her husband to pass on, which our Father had done 5 years previously.

Moving on to Easter, 17.04 2020 this year, we find another Holy Day for banks,  not to mention Good Friday when Jesus Christ was crucified for causing trouble for the Roman Empire. Sunday, when he rose from the dead, however was not a Bank Holiday, but Easter Monday was, which is nice for Bank employees of course, and other unionised folks, but in these secular times shops open every day of the year, even Sundays!

And so, dear readers, as Monday becomes Tuesday, albeit early, it's time to send this message to eager subscribers to the Philosophy expressed in Wear & Dao. Make of it what you will my friends and if you find it helps you towards the Ultimate Truth, please do respond so that we may share; and if you care to say a prayer for the miracles required to assist the doctors and nurses in the recovery of yours truly, feel free to do so, and I will reciprocate!

Mother's Day Weekend

After yesterday's exciting night and day in Dryburn hospital in Durham UK, Saturday 25.03.2020 dawns revealing a whole new day of sunny weather to warm things up somewhat for those of us mobile enough to spring out of bed, which does not include your rather immobile old blogger, dear reader. That's life as viewed from the perspective of patients in Dryburn hospital, some in worse condition than your breathless old blogger on Mother's Day tomorrow, Sunday 26.03.2020.

You see, dear reader, death and dying is a mixed blessing depending on many factors philosophical, psychological, spiritual and miraculous. Saturday turned out most satisfactory with influential  visitors to assist the quest for the two bedroom bungalow near here in Stanhope principally and practically speaking, whilst the spiritual dimension was full of miracles  with invocations from increasing numbers of of folks hoĺding religious beliefs in various faiths including a friend who married a Russian who she met there, both now resident in Weardale and followers of Bom the forerunner of Buddhism in Tibet. Carol yesterday sent lucky charms to your sick old blogger, having found the story on Wear and Dao which you are reading now.

Meanwhile, today Bill and Jacqui are here for lunch and more invocations regarding the miracles to come. One such miracle was the amount of food delivered by the local take way ... if we'd finished the lot that would have been a miracle for sure! There was enough to feed an army and great quality. After eating what we could manage invocations commenced with mantras and cures for all sorts of diseases, so fingers crossed our prayers will be answered.

Now it's time for supper with leftover takeaway including lemon meringue pie! See you tomorrow, Monday 27.03.2020 dear reader, when breakfast may well consist of more leftover takeaway!

Midweek Miracles

Midweek miracles abound throughout the week of Monday 22.03.2022 to Friday 25.03.2022 with a second emergency ambulance trip to Dryburn  Hospital in Durham; as last time the ambulance arrived about 3 am as the NHS went into action with blood testing and wires keeping an eye on the situation, which is reassuring and disturbing equally!

Having assured my worried daughters and equally worried retired nurse currently keeping your sick blogger fitter and healthier, the news at 3pm from the consultants that further tests, more wires, more tubes to canulise and so on, and that an inpatient stay for your impatient patient was essential. Let's just say we disagreed and leave it that shall we dear reader?

Meanwhile, in other news dear readers, Dawn a dear friend visited last Saturday with her teenage son, Jake, plus cake, though no main course on this occasion. Last time she came for lunch with Debs, a very close friend and frankly Resistance, as are most visitors these days.

The two daughters of the old blogger expressed concern on Thursday 24th, the elder daughter who celebrated her birthday on the same day was asked to affirm she was next of kin! She took it all in her stride cheerfully as does the younger one, having been taught to fear nothing especially death, since it's madness to believe any of us can dodge the bullet and we can never live fully fearing to die in bodily form, however  miracles surely exist and consciousness goes on and on.

Good night for now dear readers, please put in a prayer for this old blogger along with any others you care to pray for tonight.

Miracles on Monday

Hmmmm! Let's see shall we dear readers?  How swiftly Monday 21.03. 2022 to  morphes into Tuesday 22.03.2022 and our worlds defy linear time as our bodies age almost imperceptibly and awareness of impending death and serious illness brings the time required for nostalgia and examining the life led to reflect on issues to correct before karma kick us in the arse, bringing worse outcomes in the next life instead of the better world we desire.

Since today, Tuesday is not quite finished and there's not much to report it seemed wiser to avoid morphing into Wednesday, disappointing regular bold readers like you, dear readers of Wear and Dao!

Weekend Update

Let's keep this post brief dear readers, since the weekend has become Monday already and a report was promised about the events of yesterday i.e. Sunday 20.03.2020 so here we go!

The morning was spent by the friend from the village, retired nurse and currently carer and host, preparing a delicious, nutritious buffet for Bill and the two Daughters. The old blogging philosopher meanwhile was reading the current favourite book: Bucket to Greece  by VD Ducket, a light and amusing series of books about life in Greece.

The guests duly arrived and the hosts engaged in conversation about issues of concern, philosophy, miracles and more, after which the guests departed and the carer, chef and nurse sat down to watch a Netflix version of Gerald Durrell's book: My Family and Other Animals.

Deep sleep ensued and here we are again ... Monday morning when the new week commences not to mention the next blog.

Miracles

Hands up if you believe in Miracles dear readers.Let's check the dictionary definition shall we? Definition 1:  an event contrary to the laws of nature and attributed to a supernatural cause. 2:  an amazing or wonderful event. 3: a marvellous example of something.

So, dear credulous blog readers, which definition do you prefer?  1, 2, 3 or maybe your own! Clearly definition 1 is top of the list dear readers, not least since a miracle is required to repair the damaged lungs! Many well-wishing friends are hard at work praying for the sick old blogger.

As for the weekend, Saturday 19.03.2002 sees Dawn and Jake arrive for coffee plus prayers for the miracle we all wish to see. Sunday 20.03.2002 is today, when the Daughters arrive praying for divine intervention and Bill joins the party for lunch bringing his own desire for healing.

Since this blog praying for miracles is being written early, dear readers, you can see further news later. Meanwhile please feel free to put in a word or two of three of prayer for the miracle to appear in time for Elder Daughter's birthday next week.

Let's Keep it Light!

From comments received as requested, our topic or theme is to Keep it Light, and what on Earth does that infer dear sceptical blog readers?  Well, the first inference could be to literally flick the switch when it becomes dark, which is frankly absurd! However, if we add a spiritual dimension we may infer that evil requires goodness or the Light needs to to be switched on in order to dispel the darkness, which is better.

Before all that, dear readers, we need to correct  some omissions, not just the typos either but the lack of detail for example about the cancellation of the Findhorn trip and lack of clarity about the shift from the Retreat House to the current abode where the kind friend from the village offered her downstairs bathroom and a home, which was and is kindness personified.

The comments section regarding future blog titles remains open by the way. Miracles has already been proposed as a suitable topic, so feel free to offer others dear participating blog readers.

Moving on from yesterday, Thursday 17.03.2022 to today Friday 18.03.2022 a fresh new morning begins early as your coffee loving blogger eagerly awaits the first hit of the day, prepared by the solicitous nurse, carer and kind friend from the village who sleeps upstairs leaving your blogger to sleep on the bed specially designed to support  the needs of yours truly.

Before abandoning Thursday completely, last night's Netflix offer deserves a mention. The story is based in North Wales where two surveyors arrive from England to measure the nearby high hill known locally as a mountain. When it becomes clear to the local yokels that the surveyors will define the suspect high hill as a mountain only if they decide the height reaches 1,000 feet. Local pride is piqued and the fun begins as the initial measurement indicates a hill, so the community sets to an attempts to elevate the hill by nefarious means including barrowing soil to the peak!

Friday's agenda involves the kind carer trying to facilitate the proposed move to a bungalow before meeting a friend in need of support updale whose husband is poorly in the Community Hospital. As for visitors who knows, but the weekend has many, but that's a subject for another blog.