Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn't any
i'm not at the bottom,
i'm not at the top;
so this is the stair
Halfway up the stairs
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
It's somewhere else
~ A. A. Milne
I have written about my parents in some other blog posts here. One thing about both of them is that they are very intelligent people.
My Granny was born in the 1800s. She had a number of children. I think twins died and I also think another twin died. Then a boy died aged about six. She brought up four other children, one of which was my mother and she also brought up a friend's daughter whose mother was just incapable of rearing a child. She also brought up my cousin whose mother passed away at his birth.
One of my Uncles was born with something wrong with his skin and all his life he had to be soaked in olive oil and wrapped in cottonwool bandages. So, you see my Granny was a very busy woman indeed.
Her idea was that she could only afford to send one of her children to University and so the oldest boy, Uncle Fred, had a really good education. He was in The Battle Of The River Plait and there is actually a street named after him, Chatfield Avenue, in the town of Ajax, Canada. I am not sure if it is true but I believe he is one of two men who survived a ship's bombing during the second world war and it was he who rescued the other man, the captain. My Uncle told me that he went down and down and down, in the sea and thought he was never going to come back up again. He ended up in The Admiralty, London. My other Uncle became a school teacher.
The eldest daughter, my Auntie, was also given 'everything' and she had singing lessons, piano lessons and dancing lessons. This was my Granny's idea. To give everything to the oldest child and not to spread the good fortunes throughout the family.
However, my mother still grew up a very intelligent person. She read no end and obviously copied her singing sister as she had a wonderful voice.
I am not sure if she read poems to us as children or if she recited them as she went about her daily chores. She had a marvellous memory as well. If we ever wanted to know something then we would ask her and so would all her grand children and great grand children.
I do recall loving poetry and reading some poetry books in the house in the evenings.
So here I have put one by A.A. Milne.
Now, this also brings me to talking about meditation. It is good to meditate. It is good for your health and wellbeing and good for your soul.
When you are 'in the quiet' you can connect to the Universe. The Universe is always talking to us - all day long, 24/7.
You can meditate for as little as one minute each day.
You can also meditate by just sitting on some stairs somewhere. Maybe in a quiet spot in town, or near the beach.
If you cannot find a quiet place to sit for a minute or two in a busy and noisy household then why not try the bathroom!
Have a go - it will do you a power of good.
Also reading and writing poetry is good. No-one has to read your poetry if you don't want them to. Just have a go at putting your thoughts onto paper.
My cousin, whose mother died at his birth, took to writing poetry and I am sure this helped him.
copyright Barbara Burgess, 2017
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