My family, clockwise from top: [1] Summer, 1937 Parents, sister, baby me. [2] My mother’s parents; Harry & Deborah, my mother, Isabella, and her sister, Esther; 1920’s. [3] My parents wedding, 1930. [4] My mother and younger sister. [5] My mother and niece, Lesley, at a family house in Westcliff; 1948.
More intimate thoughts
The whole thing about inner guide, instincts, to follow the still, small inner voice, to lead us to where we feel ‘at home’, in work & play; it’s a perennial subject, and I do go on. But it’s been an almost life & death struggle with me, all my life. To find the life I love to live. The totally bizness lives
of my own family, I found too dull. As I think most of you find too. And, as you understand, I been searching ever since. Most of you too, I guess, in your own ways. With Judy & others geniuses, like Chagall, Fred, Django, Chopin, etc., living the life they were made for, came pretty easy. Hard work, yes, but at doing things which came naturally. That must be almost like sitting in the back seat of a Rolls, and being driven down a straight, clear road. [Metaphorically]
In The Wizard of Oz, it’s, ” do you suppose there is such a place Toto. It’s not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It’s far far away……….”, etc. And at the end, “Oh, Aunty Emm, there’s no place like home!” For me, these are other ways of saying, “I want to live the life my heart desires. I want to do what I love, and love what I do”. It may mean other things too, I aint that clever! Look, hope this subject don’t bore you, cause, I know I go on about it, many times. Only got this one little life, far as know, want make sure doing exactly what I most want with it. Trouble is, it’s taking me a lifetime ‘to precis, or concentrate it all down’, and find that life style, ‘my home’. As Judy sings in ‘Are You Having Any Fun?’, “… if others do, so can you….” At the end of this long rant, I would want all of you or Judy to give me a hug and say, “Yes, Michael, we know what you mean”.
Intimate thoughts
As I look at all the Judy posts
, engage and love every part of each photo, I feel my spirit rising, getting broader, wider, happier, more hopeful. Feel clouds lifting, sun bit brighter. Sounds over the top, but it’s cheaper than seeing a therapist! In PC terms, it’s almost like having a tune up; my Registry cleaned, etc. Which my PC actually needs, as I’m losing GB’s from my hard drive daily now! But a new PC is the way for me. The love, the love of life, the beautiful heart that oozes out of her, from each photo, is so pure, as I gaze from one to another, I almost feel she is high up on some mountain, so pure is her heart, along with many other such people, and I yearn, am inspired to be up there too. As we want in our lives. Maybe each of us has our own mountains of consciousness to climb, to raise, to become, by trial, error & practice, in order to live the life we are made for, by nature. Okay, it may be a hill. Not sure. Don’t ask me to go into detail about this. Just nice, inspiring feelings get from your great photos.
” On listening to Fred Astaire and Judy Garland CD’s.
“FRED AND JUDY”
Hey Jude!
But that’s a bit crude.
The content of your songs for me,
Express a heartfelt harmony.
Your outlet, expansive and aware,
In deep, warm voice of mothering care,
Is for all humanity.
Caressing and blessing us,
Wining and dining us,
With that flickering fun,
And party humour.
God, your love and warmth could heal a tumour.
And Fred!
Even in bed
Your genial grace would lace your bedroom
With silent pulse and rhythm.
Given that the hymn
Of your being is effortless.
An effortless manifest!
You are a pain free splatter of dancing rain.
A force of Nature.
You are a singing, sun splashed
Rhythm of dreamy poignancy,
In a time free Universe.
As I hear their music,
A Mount Everest of joy
Grows and glows inside.
The walls melt, the house disappears
In happy, thrilling ecstasy.
The Klu Klux Klan could infest,
But Everest would still manifest,
While their music is dancing.
I follow them both, doing a musical line,
A captivating, inspiring line.
And a line of my own grows inside of me.
A solid, happy line,
Swelling, clapping and rocking.
And with this musical joy line
I take off, and travel outside.
And fly across rooftops.
Now I am laughing with happy crowds;
At fun fairs and theme parks.
And now on to world wide charity events, everywhere,
Where people come together to laugh and cry from joy.
Where man lets go his worries, and becomes a boy.
And as I fly, I connect with anyone trying to be happy.
Who wants to love life and express their own ‘voice’.
And I am taken along on this ride,
Where every kind of brilliant light is switched on,
To the very top of the world!
My team of stars
A life of frozen feelings now are thawing.
An embryonic babe is being born.
I’ll want my team of stars around to guide me.
And to hold me through these times of fog and storm.
Judy is, for me, one special person.
As she is for thousands in their struggles to stand tall.
An inspiration to love and be loved back.
As we fight to find a way through our own wall.
