Oasis Splott and thumbing a lift. May 2015

Dear reader,

It has been a strange couple of weeks, seeking new paths and ideas most of all finding my inner self. How many of you stay in the now and are happy in your own skin? To be at one to see wonder in everything you see and do? I am in bliss, joy and childlike wonder. I was in Merthyr yesterday Saturday 30th May, we ‘The Red Poets’ were performing at The Merthyr Rising event and a local pub called The Bellvue.  I also danced in the square to some great music. Merthyr is looking good and it was a great afternoon. The BNF were in town I only saw the back of them.

Friday morning May 29th I went to a storytelling event at Oasis, Splott Road, Cardiff. Oasis is a centre for Refugees and Asylum seekers and I had a wonderful humbling couple of hours. Listening to people from Eritrea, Syria, Iraq and Iran. Sharing their wonderful stories and Fables. I was asked would I like to read my poetry so I performed two poems. I shared delicious food with Syrians, we spoke about their beautiful country and they kept saying “Before not now” I thought what would I do if Wales was torn apart and I had to leave my home, no family all gone. My Irish grandmother left her country during ‘Ireland War of Independence’ ‘The Anglo Irish war’ She was not an asylum seeker or refugee, she fell in love. My grandmother had to wait 36 years before she returned home. In that 36 years my Nan’s mother had died and her eldest brother.  In 1921 they were married at St Albans on the Moor RC church and settled in Splott where my Grandfather was from. They lived round the corner from Oasis. Love can build bridges, love can pull down walls and true love can conquer all. They moved to Ely a new suburb North West of Cardiff in 1927. My grandparents were married for 58 years very happy years.

Sunday 31st May I went to visit my friend poet Chris Torrance. He lives at the back of Glyn Neath, where he lives you have to walk down a lane and through a meadow. Dear reader, I am a Luddite but I used the Sat naff and I mean naff!! The sat nav led me to a car park. I got out and continued my journey by foot to my friends house. A mile in to my journey my surroundings were not familiar to me but I continued. I stopped a passing motorist, (Chris Torrance is very well known in the area) so I asked how far I was from Chris’s house, the driver of the white van said

“Oh a long long way”

“Sorry when you say long way what do you mean”

Oh about 3 miles, if I was you I would go back and get the car”

“Three miles I am a keen walker I can walk three miles”

“I will give you a lift to the pub”

I took up his offer he drove me half a mile I was speechless. I carried on with my journey and I called the Sat Naff everything. Saw a farmer and I stopped him. He kindly took me to where I should have parked the car. The farmers name was Ian, Ian had a wall eyed sheep dog and was a real gentleman thank you Ian. The Sat Naff took me seven miles the wrong way.

The meadow you have to walk through to my friends house.


This led to his gate and where I heard the Cuckoo.


Chris looked well I gave him a gift  Grand Reserva Rioja. I sat in front of his proper wood burner, drinking strong coffee and eating bara brith.


 We had a wonderful conversation, he is a sage a real philosopher. Chris does not own a television, a phone or computer, he lives in bliss. I made my leave and my 7 mile journey back to the car. three miles in, I said to myself Do not worry, open your heart and mind. And I stuck my thumb out and thumbed a lift.  A white land drover stopped, with 2 people inside. They were Rangers at Brecon Beacon national park.  I asked could they give me a lift to my car. They said no only room for two. However, the  kindly female Ranger gave up her seat for me and Les the Ranger drove me 4 miles to my car. I gave him my a copy of my 1st collection titled “Butterfly Kisses and a Bee Sting Mind”

It is good to talk, listen and to be humbled.

Remember to live in your Now.

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