#Look down

[julialametta]

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look down / Vienna / Austria / ©Julia Lametta

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy was feeling a wee bit overwhelmed by the vast, panoramic views from the highest point of the headland which he had recently been surveying – not to mention the "solemn Past" of turbulent and brutal Scottish human history he had been reflecting upon – so he decided to rest quietly on Sunday and look down, instead of up and round about, in order to enjoy the quiet comfort and relaxation which the contemplation of "little things" always brings to a fluffy bird.

And Algy hopes that you too will enjoy a very happy Sunday, and be able to find the time to relax and appreciate the peaceful solace and pleasure to be derived from "the little things" and "the magic world of shine and shade" ❤️

It's good the great green earth to roam, Where sights of awe the soul inspire; But oh, it's best, the coming home, The crackle of one's own hearth-fire! You've hob-nobbed with the solemn Past; You've seen the pageantry of kings; Yet oh, how sweet to gain at last The peace and rest of Little Things! Perhaps you're counted with the Great; You strain and strive with mighty men; Your hand is on the helm of State; Colossus-like you stride . . . and then There comes a pause, a shining hour, A dog that leaps, a hand that clings: O Titan, turn from pomp and power; Give all your heart to Little Things. Go couch you childwise in the grass, Believing it's some jungle strange, Where mighty monsters peer and pass, Where beetles roam and spiders range. 'Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade, What dragons rasp their painted wings! O magic world of shine and shade! O beauty land of Little Things! I sometimes wonder, after all, Amid this tangled web of fate, If what is great may not be small, And what is small may not be great. So wondering I go my way, Yet in my heart contentment sings . . . O may I ever see, I pray, God's grace and love in Little Things.

[Algy is quoting the first four verses of the poem The Joy of Little Things by the late 19th/early 20th century Scottish author Robert W. Service.]

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[ecto-stone]

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[secondsofpleasure]

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[the-b00k-keeper-k]

Please tell me someone else has noticed that Look Down from Les Mis is literally the same as Chant from Hadestown. (I mean the melodies the workers sing.) They’re literally both about keeping your head down so that the people who are forcing you to do manual labor won’t notice you.

If you need further evidence, go listen to the beginning of both of them real quick.

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio has returned for all things Friday ... tells the tale of his impromptu stage taking and drumming ... slides with ease from Hakuna Matata to Swan Lake ... presses the button to introduce the traffic lady. More crazy car stuff in Dublin due to the musician whose name I will not mention.

The chef on the radio steams in laden with mackerel, sea bass and puy lentils. "I'm using Bay leaves with this recipe", he says ... "Did you just say Baileys?" asks the man on the radio ... "Did I say what? asks the chef ... "Baileys ... did you say Baileys? Cos that's an odd combination if you did". The chef giggles and says no, definitely Bay leaves but feel free to drink Baileys whilst you're cooking.

Today's groaner: a pessimist sees a dark tunnel ... an optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel ... a realist sees a freight train ... the train driver sees three idiots standing on the track ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Survived yesterday's very rainy, umbrella filled shiny metropolis trip part deux. Phew! In and out in 2 hours, but life still feels slightly out of focus. Now back to hiding out and looking at the little things. I'll be keeping 'the umbrella' and water wings close to hand after yesterday's downpours ... ensuring my fingers are crossed that the lovely Fermata feels like eating today ... and rest assured the coffee will be flowing ...

[julialametta]

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silent moment / Porthleven / Cornwall / ©Julia Lametta

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[yowzeight]

you will starve again‼️unless you learn the meaning of the lore‼️ i know the meaning of those nineteen years a slave :/ of the lore :///