Over the mountains and out across the sea
on weathered wings he soars into the edges of the breeze.
Over the water and out across the fields
with eagle eye he watches he’s seeing what our hearts can never see
and he speaks to me.
Life touches nothing, life teaches what it can
It can hold us all to ransom, the woman and her man,
over the mountains and out across the trees
on weathered wings he soars into the silence, on the edges of the breeze,
and he speaks to me.
Dougie Maclean.
A Walk In the Sunshine along the ‘Corniche’ at Sutton-On-Sea. – Jo, Hamada and Susie.
Hamada and Susie enjoying the wonderful Village Sunday Roast
After a very difficult fortnight for Hamada, when he was having quite severe pain in his lower back making moving so painful for him, and now being at the top of the pain medicine allowed, because of the danger to his failing kidneys, he reach a plateau on thursday and over the weekend improved enough to go to our Village ‘Roast’ Sunday Lunch, this is a really great affair and always enjoyed by all who attend. The weather was sunny and so inviting for the walk to the Village Hall, Hamada uses a wheelchair now, which makes it easier for him. As we had Son Jo and a friend staying at Hemingway, we made our procession on this almost Spring-like day to engage in this lovely occasion . Hamada was so pleased to see all his friends from the Village and so enjoyed the day and the delicious food. He is still sleeping rather a lot, but is cheerful and contented when awake. Having family staying this weekend was lovely and Hamada joined us several times for cards and has not lost his touch! He asks to send all best wishes to all our friends overseas, (especially in Alex) who are thinking of him and he thanks them for the recent emails and calls.
21st January 2008 Sent from my friend PIP in Tasmania Australia.
Poems have magic, especially when they come from the heart. They can touch us, move us, delight us, enlighten us, make us laugh, make us cry, and both soften, and enrich our deepest memories.
Poetry is the tie that binds one stranger to another, often in friendship, sometimes in love, always in better understanding. Hope your day will be wonderful.
Luv Pip
Dreaming in the ribboned night,
of Planets, Stars and all things bright
in velvet hues of inky black,
the smoky mists that take me back
to cosy nights and ‘Welcome’ mats.
In scarlet colours of my mind
such simple things that still survive.
Dreams that are the very best
sweet smelling babies in their vests.
Crystal eyes in dreams of thee
the way together, to simply be.
Gentle hands in swirling clouds
the brain that whizzed and wondered how?
Such purple days of solitude,
in quiet temperate harmony.
The thoughts of many twinkling flights…
return to me in silenced nights,
times of midnight Desert walks
the smell of incense in the air
times in life with sensual flair.
Close your eyes, dear one for me
and dream of ‘midnight blue’ the sea,
dream of opal shell-like sands
along Agamy’s* mystic land.
Rest sweet one and lose your pain
for I will try another day,
fortitude comes in swirling clouds
in sheets of drizzle around me now.
If I could find another way,
then I won’t have failed again today.
*A beach on the outskirts of Alexandria Egypt.
@ Copyright 2008
This extract taken from Hemingby Village News Letter.
On a personal level I would like to thank Susie for the fabulous evening enjoyed in the village hall on the occasion of her 60th birthday. It was a wonderfully happy evening for all who attended and although it was sad that her husband Hamada was not able to be present in person I am sure he was there in his thoughts as he was in the thoughts of all of those present. It was however fabulous that Hamada was able to be at the Christmas Party. Joe Calzagy the undisputed super middle weight champion of the world has a reputation of being a superb boxer and was recently winner of the sports personality of the year award but he is not remotely in the same class as a fighter as Hamada and Susie to whom we extend our best wishes for the coming year.
Bob Parish ( Chair )
Happy Christmas to Everyone.
What is love, I’m often asked
my answer is, it’s not a task,
It’s when you only have to glance,
to make your heart turn in a trance,
when eyes cannot turn away
and when you yearn from day to day,
your soul and mind in endless tune,
it is not love – if you must ask.
What is love, the girls do ask,
when you can trust another soul
with secrets you have never told,
when your mind and heart can blend as one
and when silence, a delight becomes.
When you know that you would walk,
a thousand miles, for eyes and soul,
and just one glance,
it is not love – if you must ask.
What is love, the boys do ask,
it’s when you care more than yourself,
as in your busy days you’ll find, and
when you try another kind!
your mind refuses, turning back
although you try another track,
your heart refuses, to let go,
don’t ask me! for you will always know
it is not love – if you must ask.
It’s when you find the strength that lies
in waiting for the sun to rise
across your soul and heart and mind
a love so pure, the only kind.
It’s when in everyday, a joyous song
a heart that sings, in sweet refrain,
a closeness and a precious gem,
just wait for love, no other kind.
It is not love – if you must ask.
dedicated to my youngest son Yousef – October 30
@ Copyright 2007
Late afternoon he had another red-blood cell transfusion and after leaving most of his hair there! we took him home.
Thanks to Prof. N Russell and his team, what amazing work they do. Thanks also to all the staff on Fletcher ward for their kindness and immense help during this time.
Hamada will now be closely monitored, he still has some sickness and will have frequent check-ups at Lincoln. Now we pray this will give him the longest remission. Thank you all for your wonderful good wishes and support, how lovely to have him home.
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