My Thoughts
The
body’s deterioration over the year had left me in no doubt that life was
quickly drawing to a close, but then November brought a very positive mind-set.
Unlike the following poem the change for me was over a week period, but never
the less, it had many similarities. “The Respite” composed by the Scot’s poet
W. D. Cocker.
A
road a’ maun travel baith willin’ an’ laith;
An’
there I fell in wi’ a chiel they call Daith.
He
stood as though mowing, o’ reapers the king,
The
blade o’ his scythe was set back for the swing.
But
as I drew near him he swithered a wee,
An’
seemed to misdoot gin his tryst was wi’ me.
I
glowered in his een, but he steppit aside,
He
shouthered his scythe, an’ he said “Ye can bide”
An’
I’m back in my bed, but o’ this I am shair,
I’ve
met him, I ken him, I fear him nae mair.
I
can’t explain the change of mind-set, and attitude in November: on hindsight
however, I’m inclined to put it down to my fatalist lifetime fixation “what’s
in front of you will not go past you” (this was always a favourite saying of my
Mum’s)
Regarding
religion: First, I’ve always believed that the best things in life are free,
and I have always felt I’m nearer to my creator in the countryside than in any
church I’ve ever been in. I have never thought of being religious, yet, I
suppose I abide by the Ten Commandments pretty well. However, I’m of the firm
belief that after death there is no afterlife. Maybe it’s having been in the
horticultural profession for fifty years and I see myself as “a real basic son
of the soil” that I’m completing the cycle of returning to the soil.
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