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Retired from 10 years in the Canadian Navy, and 28 years in the Canadian Diplomatic Service, with postings in Beijing, Mexico City, Sri Lanka, Romania, Abu Dhabi, Guyana, Ireland, Trinidad, and, last but not least, India.

Friday 13 April 2018

The Button Box



Skipping stones
across the pond
of time.
Coleco
SNES
Nintendo
Internet
smartphone
tablets
and good old
D and D.

My Mum had a button box
full of magical tokens.
Rainy days,
                   or sick in bed,
those tokens were all mine.
Armies on the field,
arrayed bright and dauntless,
                  against the glittering foe.
And the Wish Market,
where the correct combination
of contrasting coloured counters
purchased your wildest
                  dreams.

Now, in a later time,
the buttons are recalled
complete
with memories of innocence
                 and youth.
But the security
                 and the surety
of those wondrous,
those different
                 times
remain,
safe          and          real,
in a button box
          on a rainy day.
      

The Ancient Hippie

The Ancient Hippie
Natraj dances with us all.

Welcome, and Namaste

Greetings fellow travellers,

For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.

As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.

May your Dharma be clear

Peace

"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."


Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream