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Jul. 16th, 2003
Airline security
Jul. 16th, 2003 11:00 amI’ve been following the story of this 12 y.o. and the US Marine, and all the confusion about whether or not the pair flew to Paris, then to Liverpool, etc. This really bothers me - in this post-September the 11th era, why don’t our airlines/airport authorities know who is flying on their planes?
Time to stand and stare
Jul. 16th, 2003 02:04 pm"Leisure"
By Wm. Henry Davies.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
A bit cliched this poem may be (or is it just that it is too familiar?), but it seems to say a lot about my life at the moment. What with the kids and work, I seem to spend my time rushing from one thing to another. I sort of feel that I’ve lost some sense of the magic of the world because I have so little time to pause and just enjoy the moment. Maybe this is something I need to work on, making a bit of time to just drift and be. Otherwise I’ll wake up one morning old, and I’ll have missed it all.
By Wm. Henry Davies.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
A bit cliched this poem may be (or is it just that it is too familiar?), but it seems to say a lot about my life at the moment. What with the kids and work, I seem to spend my time rushing from one thing to another. I sort of feel that I’ve lost some sense of the magic of the world because I have so little time to pause and just enjoy the moment. Maybe this is something I need to work on, making a bit of time to just drift and be. Otherwise I’ll wake up one morning old, and I’ll have missed it all.
