I've never been a goal-setter or planner apart from setting a few basic things in place (like being born to good parents, getting a university education and having children in 'holy wedlock'). Otherwise I leave it to chance, the will-o'-the-wisp, and the meddling of the bossier people in my life. It has been suggested to me that I do seem a bit dazed and confused, rather as if I'd been conked on the noggin with a hefty Le Creuset fryingpan.That hasn't actually ever happened and therefore the reason must lie elsewhere. But, in search of clarity and direction, or, as some may say, a 'pathway', I do often dip into a volume of poems to find a chance phrase or title to give me something to think about.
Today's is above. I'm thinking.
(P.S. Browning.)
Today's is above. I'm thinking.
(P.S. Browning.)