Post Card from Canada

Post Card from Canada

(Picture of Vancouver Cruise Ship Center with a background of mountains. Cruise ship to Alaska)

 

Dear Brandon,

Having a wonderful time. Visited Gas St working street clock. Having Maple syrup and pancakes with ice cream. Been on a ferry trip to Vancouver Island, seeing seals flying along the water old Mustang on boat. Victoria on Vancouver Island seeing old red bus. Been to British Colombia Museum History of People Working Model Railway. Having English afternoon tea in Empress hotel, with water flying aircraft taking off in harbour.

From Mandy Year of 2018.

First time I went to Canada

First time I went to Canada, 1981. First city I visited, Toronto by Coach from New York. Fell in love. Saw travel holiday television show about Canada, wanted to find out more. Got DVDs and tapes, also books, read newspapers. I will be 70 in 2018, it will be a special trip. Good time of year in June with long days of light, getting flight and travel details. Few years ago, went on train from Prince George to Prince Rupert, British Colombia. Saw vast area forest and countryside with very small town and villages, saw from top of dome car with cup of coffee. When go in 2018, travel from Toronto to Vancouver from plains and rockies. Visiting Jasper and Baniff Lake Louise, also getting ferries from Vancouver to Victoria. There are wonderful gardens and wildlife, nice to dream about it. You can have a wonderful rail trip in Scotland, cost much less money. Hope my health is keeping good to go to Canada. Do not forget your updated passport.

Lemon Flower

Yellow Flower 
I want to graduate to a peaceful mind

Like running a marathon, to master my mind.
Before I start running,

Like a baby in the world

I train, and travel, to Canada, in my mind.
I want to graduate to a peaceful mind

Out of hospital, with clarity,

To live a guilt free life.
I want to graduate to a peaceful mind.

Published a book, and bought a house,

Met a master of the Tabla

Out of hospital, that’s already done!
I want to graduate to a peaceful mind,

To finish my Masters in peace

Cuz Masters finish, no matter what.
They run the marathon

Finishing the race,

to master their mind Cuz Masters finish,

no matter what,

No matter what,

I want to graduate to a peaceful mind

Like a yellow flower,

On a summer day.

Life Train

Life Train

If you have become mentally ill, then yes you are unlucky. I and many more who know you will be feeling very sad too. We will be there for you, and rooting for you. Also, if you have found yourself to be delivered to a psychiatric ward then that is very sad too. Trust me people you know will be thinking of you and will come and visit you as regularly as they can. As angry as you are feeling, you are there because your family and doctor

and maybe the police want you to get back on track.

I would like to tell you about that track.

You are on a train, you are on a very long journey, this journey is your life. You have reached the first station. You are feeling very tired and not very well. Some people on the platform have noticed you through your window, they realise you need some help. So the station happens to be the psychiatric ward you are dwelling in. Whilst you are there you will meet the stationmaster (your psychiatrist). When you meet that person, you may well say – “Excuse me why have you taken me from that train? I am in a serious rush and I must get to my final destination now.”

The station master will hopefully say – “Hello passenger, some of my friends saw you on that train. These people are my messengers and they called me and told me what they had seen. Because I care and have cared for many passengers on many life trains of life. Because I care and have cared and have cared for many passengers and put many passengers on the next available life train, I would like you to put your trust in me, I will do my best to refresh you, fill you back up. I hope to fill you with a new zest for your journey, and when you are full and your zest is there and I am totally sure you are ready to get back on the next available train, I will smile at you, you’ll hopefully smile back at me with that new found zest in your eyes, I will give you my firmest handshake. Then I will give you your ticket back. Then my messengers will take you back to the platform, and wait with you for your train. Hopefully it will arrive on time, when it does you may feel a little nervous and unsure, so please try to remember the things I have said to you whilst you were in my waiting room, and step on that train with assurance, confidence, knowledge, positivity, peace and love.

This luggage will help you on your new life train. That train will reach many stops along its tracks. There will be a station at every stop. If you ever need a bit of refreshment or a rest at any stop, don’t be afraid to step off your train, and take a walk with the messengers to talk with the master.

If this ever happens there will always be another train, so once all our work is done you will be back on track. And I know you are in a rush, but remember a rushed job never gets done right.”

My name is James. The reason I know is that I am on the train in front of you, and I have become tired many times. Every time this has happened I have stepped off the train and gone for a talk with the master.

When I have been ready I always get my ticket back, and jumped on to the next train.

Our journey is long, as long as we look out of our windows we see many things and learn many things also. And as long as we keep ourselves safe and visit the master at any station, our journey will continue through life, trust me even people who aren’t mentally ill will need a break along their way, and I just hope they will never have to meet our station masters.

Get well soon and enjoy your ride!

Mummy glue

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Mummy glue

I open

The door

She is awake

Mood is not good

Still she gets up

She makes me breakfast

She messes my hair up

Tries to smile

Gets me ready for school

Checks the book bag

Places the dinner money in an envelope

Wraps herself in a long coat

Walks me to school

Smiles again

Kisses me

I still say

She is mummy glue

She is keeping it together

She is holding it together

She is the glue

That keeps me together

She

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She

She talks to me

She reads to me

She listens to me

She cooks for me

She fixes the house

She will not let the illness control her

She potters around the house

Until she is ready

To sit in silence

When she thinks she is ready

Ready for her bed

Speak to Me, Serenity

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Speak to Me, Serenity

Just sixty seconds
Every minute is the same
So why do my saddest minutes feel like hours on end?
Is this to reveal my shame?

Just sixty minutes
Every hour is the same
So why do my lowest hours feel like days on end?
Torture, yes, in all but name!

So speak to me, Serenity…
Take this sad soul by the hand, plant my feet in warm, soft sand
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wrap this heart of lost desire, in love’s warmth beside the fire.

So speak to me, Serenity…
Bathe this troubled mind in peace, bring the sleep of sweet release
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wash the shadows all away, giving hope for this new day.

Twenty-four hours
Every day is just the same
So why do my darkest days feel like weeks on end?
Who’s the person I should blame?

Seven days, they say,
Every week is just the same
So why do my hardest weeks feel like months on end?
Don’t want to play this mindless game!
So speak to me, Senenity…
Take this sad soul by the hand, plant my feet in warm, soft sand
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wrap this heart of lost desire, in love’s warmth beside the fire.

So speak to me, Serenity…
Bathe this troubled mind in peace, bring the sleep of sweet release
Oh speak to me, Serenity…
Wash the shadows all away, giving hope for this new day.

Serenity, oh Serentity…
Speak to me … and set me free

Serenity, oh Serenity…
Be my strength and liberty

Oh sweet serenity…

Autumn

Autumn is a time of many shades
Unending colours of myriads of leaves
Tiny insects find their nests under and between the clusters
Up until the spring appears no knowledge of life will emerge
Merging into the colours of the next years new chapter of life
Never repeating the formation of years before