Wednesday Word – Sunrise

Every new day dawns with the promise of new possibilities, a brand new set of adventures, a chance to chase the rainbow which you just missed grasping in your hand yesterday.

The day, like all days ahead, remains unmade, waiting to be experienced, waiting to embrace you and pull you along in its wake.  It’s the sense of a new beginning, the limitless choices to be made, the myriad of options available, and it’s why I love this particular time of day.

Sunrise, for me, is a magical moment and one I love to be able to witness – more so than sunset, though I do my fair share of watching and capturing the end of the day’s sun too.  I do a lot of thinking in the early mornings as I walk my dog.  It’s a peaceful time with very little traffic around and I rarely see more than a couple of other early birds up and about (it’s just turned 5am when we start our walk).  The loudest sounds come from the birds, they sound warnings to each other as we pass underneath them. The blackbirds are the loudest of all and I’ve noticed they have a particular song as we approach and walk past, it sounds something like ‘pretty birdie, pretty birdie’, then, once we’re past, they sing ‘birdie gone, birdie gone’.

This image of a sunrise was taken whilst we were on holiday.  I’d got up specifically to witness the sunrise off Santorini and, boy, was I glad I’d made the effort.   

Do you have a favourite time of day?  

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I have to apologise for not posting over the last fortnight.  We’ve been on holiday, cruising from Turkey to Venice, but the wifi signal was too intermitant to be reliable.  

However, our break has prompted today’s Wednesday Word:  Vacation.

VACATION

What does the word ‘vacation’ mean to you?  For myself it means a time to step outside of the normal humdrum working structure; doing something different with your time; using every minute to do something different.  Taking a vacation, or holiday, doesn’t have to mean packing a suitcase and travelling to somewhere different. However, for this particular vacation that’s exactly what we did.

This last 10 days has been two years in the planning.  Two full years of high expectations, reading up about our destinations and sorting out what we were going to take with us.

We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary whilst we were away, which is why we’d booked this holiday so early.  We’d chosen a cruise which started in Istanbul and terminated in Venice, visiting Ephesus, Athens, Santorini, Kotor, Dubrovnik and Pula in between.  Unfortunately, due to the problems Istanbul is experiencing at the moment, our itinerary was changed at the last minute.  We were informed we would be visiting Troy instead – what bliss!  TROY – of all the ancient sits in the world, this was one I never thought I’d ever get to see.  

We left our home in the very early hours of Easter Sunday – the day the clocks went forward for us – and returned last night.  In between we’ve had the most amazing holiday and met so many lovely people, mainly from America and Canada.  However, the staff and crew on the ship (Viking Star), were of all nationalities.  

It was fascinating talking to these amazing young men and women who, without exception, went out of their way to be helpful.  So many of them shared their stories freely, and we learned so much from them.  It was, of course, a two way process.  The housekeeping staff were all wanting to improve their English and learn all about the countries they passed through, and the countries the guests came from, and the guests wanted to learn all about the countries they visited and the countries the staff came from.   As a result, we all learned from each other – what better way to learn.

This particular trip has been so relaxing, both for body and mind, and I’m now fully rested and in the right frame of mind for going back to work on Monday.

Best of all, we picked up our dog, Mischa, this morning from my parents.  What an amazing greeting we were given.  It’s so lovely to be loved so unconditionally – I think only dogs can make me feel this way ūüėÄ

I’d love to know what the word ‘vacation’ means to you.  

Wednesday Word

Welcome to Wednesday Word.  Each Wednesday I pick a word, think about it during my coffee break, and then write whatever comes to mind.  I would love it if you joined in.  Write whatever you like and then link it to my page so I can take a peak at your interpretation.

I admit I usually end up writing a poem but, occasionally, I just write.¬† Today is one of the latter days.¬† I have a word prompt app on my phone so, not having any other external inspiration, I opened that app and looked at the half dozen words it gave me.¬† None of them spoke to me so I tried again.¬† This time the app came up with, amongst other words, the word ‘chameleon’.¬† Lovely word, I thought, and promptly began to write.

CHAMELEON

Slow moving, old world lizard with a prehensile tail, long extensible tongue, protruding eyes that rotate independently, and a highly developed ability to change colour to match its surroundings.

OR:  A person who changes their opinions or behaviour according to the situation to please others.

GREEK:  khamai Рon the ground
leon – lion

Aren’t we all more than one person?
Don’t we all try to fit ourselves into our surroundings?
Not many people want to stand out from the crowd
We all need to feel accepted
But then there are those who work hard at being elusive
The ones whose characters are not quite visible
Others deliberately alter their stance
And try to be all things to all men (or women)

At the top of the tree are those who rely
On keeping us on their side
Promoting themselves as being just like ‘us’
Is their most important task
It is pure deceit
To change sides to whomever is winning
In order to maintain their position
Is the sum total of their integrity

A chameleon changes its colour to hide
It’s a protective mechanism
A politician changes his/her colour to survive
To be seen, to stay in the limelight
Both uses are natural forms of survival
All chameleons hide behind a falsehood

 

 

 

 

Wednesday Word

Each Wednesday I choose a word and think about it for 5 minutes, or so, when I’m on my coffee break at work.¬† I scribble down whatever the word suggests to me and post it when I get home in the evening.¬† However, this evening I scrapped what I had written during the day and re-wrote my offering, having had a thoroughly enjoyable walk through the woods with my dog.¬† There are no real rules …

If you would like to join in then please feel free to do so.¬† You can post it on your own blog (would be great if you link to mine so I can have a peak), or post in my comments if you prefer.¬† It’s up to you.

This week’s word is ‘Comfort’.

COMFORT

An evening’s walk through winter woods
Twigs cracking, leaves crackling underfoot
The smell of damp earth, the sound of the breeze blowing through the trees
In the distance the sound of traffic as workers hurry home to their families
There’s no-one about, up here far above the town
Just my dog and I enjoying the peace
Before heading back for our evening meal

On our return journey, our adventures done for the day
The smell of a bonfire assails our noses,
The sound of children’s far away laughter floats across our path
A happy, innocent sound heralding fun and joy, love and safety
We smile, my dog and I, we understand
Those simple pleasures, the warm and soothing feeling of acceptance,
And safety to be found amongst familiarity

Whilst we’ve been gone, exploring our realm
Time has moved on and the sun has turned down its bedcovers ready for rest
Its dying light shines over the bay towards the far coast
Bathing it in a wash of gold, coral, and deep pink sapphire
Its comforting glow is soothing to the soul
A balm to the heart, a joy to the eyes
A beautiful end to a perfect walk

© Ruth Hughes 2016

Wednesday Word

Each Wednesday I choose a word and think about it for five minutes or so, usually when I’m having a coffee break at work.¬†¬† I scribble down whatever the word suggests to me and post it when I get home in the evening (well, after walking the dog and eating my evening meal).

If you would like to join in then please feel free to do so.¬† You can post it on your own blog (would be great if you pingback to me so I can have a peak), or post in my comments if you prefer.¬† It’s up to you.

Today’s word is Emaciated:¬† Definition = very thin and weak usually because of extreme hunger or illness, undernourished.¬† Synonyms = skeletal; gaunt; cadaverous; atrophied; attenuated; haggard

When I looked at the word it immediately brought to mind images of the prisoners held in the Nazi concentration camps.¬† For me those images encapsulate man’s inhumanity to man – the horrors that can take place as a result of¬†those who can make a difference simply¬†choosing not to ‘see’.¬† So, this week my post is a piece of prose, a thought about other people in our own time, currently being corralled as a result of¬†events taking place way beyond¬†their control.¬† Not at all strictly to do with the word, but the thoughts which entered my head because of the word.

Man’s inhumanity to Man
Past and Present

An unimaginable cruelty perpetrated through fear and hatred
A wish to exterminate a people, a culture, a religion, a way of living
A need to pin the blame for the world’s ills on an identifiable group of people
Those images of wasted bodies
Made ill through lack of nourishment and made susceptible to disease
Their gaunt faces staring back at us
Challenging us not to let such pitiless inhumanity happen again
Challenging us to guard against the urge to find a scapegoat
A scapegoat who will take the blame for the ills of our time
And yet, have we really learned anything?

Fast forward 70 years and what have we learned?
We raise our borders against the oppressed
We fear a body of people because of the actions of a misguided few
We point the blame towards those already suffering
We mistrust our fellow human beings
We watch as people flee the destruction of their homes,
Their lives, their families, their culture
Do we really want to deny them life and hope?

The politics of fear all too often win out
The louder the voices of doom
The more wary and suspicious we become of our fellow men and women
But, what if it were us who were being denied safety?
If our own homes were being destroyed?
What if we were on the other side begging to be allowed in?
Would we not be angry at those who would deny us
Access to safety, to a life, to a future, to hope?