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It could be you one day

The early days of Lucid Gypsy, and no one even saw this post 😦
Happy Saturday eveyone!

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I met an elderly man today. He had come to out-patients for one of years of appointments in cardiology, nephrology and the eye unit. He had a sparkle in his eye, stains on his shirt and his trouser fastenings were quite suspect, but I liked him. He chatted to me about his ailments and I helped him to sort through his paperwork amongst which was a poem. I tried to peep at it but couldn’t quite see, and after a while he offered it to me, saying that it was about the ageing process and he had ‘adapted’ it to include bits about his health. You can Google the original, it’s called ‘The shape I’m in’and each stanza ends with those words.

I could see behind him that someone was shifting from foot to foot, a young medic who probably hadn’t yet been on a geriatric ward. Now, whenever someone…

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Silence

San Gimignano in Tuscany, was on my must visit list for some time and the opportunity to see it finally arrived last September. It has a reputation for being horribly touristy so I went prepared for armies of people. I was pleasantly surprised, a Monday in mid September turned out to be a god day to visit, there were plenty of people but it wasn’t as expected.

When I saw this weeks photo challenge, Silence I thought about bells, how they are silent most of the time these days, just the Sunday church chime and the occasional practice ring. Do you hear bells very often, perhaps if you live in a village?

These bells at the Loggia of the Judge in San Gimignano are unlikely to chime again.

Silence prevails, that’s rather sad don’t you think?

 

Around a well from the past

Close to Jhunjhunu in Rajasthan there are several step wells, in varying degrees of decay. The one I visited, in Bagar,if my memory serves me, was not considered safe enough to get close to.

But the rather dreamlike surroundings offered a little respite from the relentless heat and dust,

and this smiling gentleman was very proud to be taking care of the well.

These structure has been around for hundreds of years, so I’m posting for Paula’s traces of the past.

Savitri

While wading through photos just now, I came across this photo of me in 2005.

me pushkar dawn

It was taken in Pushkar, very early in the morning. Our driver Magan Singh had recommended that we climb Savitri hill, reaching the top for sunrise. What he hadn’t realised was just how weak we were from three days of tummy problems. So, we did our best but couldn’t make it all the way. We never did tell him the truth, but I know he stops by here from time to time, so perhaps he knows by now.

There is a very interesting comment from Bittercharm, that explains the background to the story.

Wow Gee,
I love your presentation of famous Brahma Mythological Hindu Story.
For those who dont know it, (With your Permission Gee)
Pushkar (Blue Lotus) was a place where Lord Brahma (the creator) chose for performing a grand worship ritual after victory over an asur ( Demon). His wife Devi Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge) was suppose to sit in the ceremony however since she was not available and the auspicious time of the required ritual was slipping away, He picked a local Gujjar Girl Named Gayatri, Married her and let her perform the required duties which left his otherwise calm wife really angry and she cursed him that since his act made him unworthy of devotion, he will not be worshiped by mortals anywhere but this place. That is why Lord Brahama doesnt have many noted temples in the world.

 

Lucid Gypsy

Poetics at D’Verse offer the theme of place this week so I’ve chosen a photo I took at Savitri hill in Pushkar, Rajasthan. It’s a place that evokes strong memories for me.

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Savitri Hill

Savitri I was beaten

am I Gayatri?

briefly chosen by Brahma

did I displace you?

you sacrificed Yajna

to play games with Laksmi

Parvati and Indrani

you still sit in anger

staring east at your rival

separated by lake

by Pushkar the great

Holy pilgrimage

and the one to defeat me

weak mortal

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 66

Six Word Saturday . . .
FLASH FICTION FROM FIVE YEARS AGO

Lucid Gypsy

THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING. Ah Julia I like this prompt, I always observe the silence. Those who have followed me for a long time, will know how moved I was when I visited Gallipoli, and may have read my poem.

11 am November 11th

The silence was deafening. But I heard the first whisperings in my head as I stepped out of the car; Anzac was like an echo chamber full of young men.

Tell my wife I love her, kiss my little girl, tell mum my savings are in a box under the floor, dad I’m sorry, Mary forgive me? I didn’t confess Padre.

Yes, I’ll do my best. One at a time, I’ll make a list.

They always laughed when I said I hear voices, keep taking the medication, they said. Now, finally, I’ve found my vocation. Spirit messenger.

Come and join in  with the challenge here,

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/11/12/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week66/

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A Medieval Setting

If you’re a fan of the video game, Assasin’s Creed, then you may like to visit Monteriggioni, in Tuscany. It’s one of the loveliest of Tuscan medieval hilltop villages, and it’s also been the location for several films, because of it’s authenticity. The village has a circular wall around 570 metres long and was a strategic fortification between Siena and Florence in the middle ages, built by the Sienese in their wars with Florence.

All is peaceful now though.

The pilgrimage route of St Francis passes through on it’s way to Assisi.

and there are lots of rustic sights like this beautiful old door.

and an ancient lintel with a heavy load to bear.

Here’s a photo for you Jude!

One of the towers

a village street

There are two ancient gates to the fort, Porto  Romano to the south, and this I believe is Porto Fiorentia to the north.

I hope you like this pretty little place, can you imagine Russel Crowe striding through the streets? I’d be quite happy to bump into him.

The High Lands of Orcombe

 

Orcombe Point at Exmouth marks the beginning of the Jurassic Coast, as well as being a part of the South West Coast Path. Start by walking east along the sea front until the road ends, in front of the red cliff. Look left and climb the zigzag path to the top.


There’s a bench or two along the way.

With plenty to see.

And these information circles dotted on the bank as you climb up the hill are an excuse to stop and breathe!

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It really isn’t very long before you reach the top.Where for a while the sea is out of view.

 

We pass a field where orchids are abundant in May.

Then look seawards again.

On a clear day you can see as far as Portland, but not this time. We’ve found these instead!

Who can play hopscotch?

I did it all the way to the needle, this bit’s for Meg.

If you start walking by the lifeboat station on Marine Drive, then up the cliff to the needle, it’s less than a mile and a half. If you keep going you reach Sandy Bay, with it’s caravan park in another mile. So this walk could take less that an hour, if only there weren’t such wonderful distracting views!

This little stroll is for Jo, my first Monday walk for a long time. Happy Monday Jo 🙂