Who’d A’ Thought It!.... A Song Of Hope….. From ‘Emergence’ Magazine…
by Bernie Bell - 10:40 on 12 September 2023
Who’d A’ Thought It!....
I have damned Facebook many times - said I’d never join up.
Up to now I could look at Facebook pages – but not interact with them. There are only a few that I want to look at, and a couple which it does me good to see.
Every now and then Facebook would stop letting me access certain pages. This just made me even more determined not to be bullied into joining it.
BUT ..then it stopped me looking at everything, completely. So I couldn’t access Mathew Manning’s Healing Hub…
https://www.facebook.com/matthewmanninghealinghub
I couldn’t access Anita Moar’s good, kind words…..
https://www.facebook.com/souldesignwithanitamoar/
Reading the words on these pages did me good.
I couldn’t access the Orkney Wildlife Facebook page - which I like to see…..
https://www.facebook.com/groups/133013273445588/?locale=en_GB
I couldn’t access the Orkney Archaeology Society Facebook page, which provides interesting/useful information…..
https://www.facebook.com/OrkneyArchaeologySociety/
…and sometimes even includes pieces of writing by me!
So…..who’d a’ thought it – I’ve joined Facebook!
I usually stick to my guns – but that can be self-defeating sometimes.
So – I’m on Facebook. I said I’d never - I changed my mind.
I joined it as a tool to enable me to look at those pages I mentioned – otherwise – it does my head in.
Mainly – I intend to stick to emails!
Or should that be – hand me my quill pen and piece of parchment….
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A Song Of Hope…
The Lost Words Blessing began five years ago in the Lake District….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg1xFYpXuWA
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From ‘Emergence’ Magazine…
by Masatsugu Ono
Translated by Sam Malissa
“When the winds weren’t blowing, all I could hear was the sound of the sea. The rhythm of the waves seemed to be trying to tell me something. Or maybe the sea knew its message would never reach me and what I was hearing was the echo of its frustration.”
In March of 2011, off the east coast of Japan, the earth ruptured and shook, sending a wall of ocean barreling down onto the land. The tsunami leveled coastal cities, towns, and farmland, ultimately claiming 20,000 lives and causing several reactors to melt down at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant. In the wake of this tragedy, survivors found themselves edging into the liminal space between life and death. In Tōhoku, a region near the earthquake’s epicenter, people reported seeing the water-drenched ghosts of victims roaming the remains of destroyed houses, wandering the beaches, and hailing taxicabs; in Ōtsuchi, someone installed a disconnected phone booth overlooking the ocean for mourners to communicate with loved ones who’d passed on.
In this week’s short story by Japanese author Masatsugu Ono, a woman and her young son move to an abandoned village along this sea-ravaged coast, where they’re met by the well-meaning attention of its curious last inhabitants and their wise old dog. As a typhoon rises from the sea, reality, memory, and illusion begin to collapse into one another—and the pair find themselves increasingly inseparable from the mysterious landscape.”
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Here’s one I made earlier…. https://frontiersmagazine.org/as-sweet-as-its-name/
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