Way Leads on to Way

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It’s always worth sharing Robert Frost’s metaphor for life.  It requires nothing more, no explanation, no analysis.  For me, it hasn’t worn out from over use.  I’ve rearranged the stanzas and made it more like prose, but left the original punctuation and capitalisation, (I did the opposite with Shelly) – poets (living or dead) must find me really annoying !!  Sorry Poets !!

In it’s entirety then….

The Road not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both, And be one traveller, long I stood, And looked down one as far as I could, To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there, Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay, In leaves no step had trodden black., Oh, I kept the first for another day!  Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh, Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

And I’ll just add a little bit (couldn’t help me-self), a quote attributed to The (Gautama) Buddha:  No one saves us but ourselves, No one can and no one may, We ourselves must walk the path.

If that’s not a genuine Buddha quote, then I’ll expect to see it here – http://www.fakebuddhaquotes.com/all-fake-buddha-quotes/a blog by Bodhipaksa – very amusingly titled indeed – watch the changing headers, one of them (my fave) is… “Pretty sure I never said that” – The Buddha.

Also good to know that Bodhipaksa does amazing recordings for the Mindfulness of Breathing, and The Metta Bhavana…  I use them, and I feel calm, happy, well, and full of loving kindness afterwards (if I didn’t feel quite that full of loving kindness before !!!)


rooshkie. x.



Gotta Fly !

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© Clarita | Dreamstime Stock Photos

I recently relocated my British Airways “Junior Jet Club” book.

My first flight was in 1975 (aged 10) – London Heathrow to Singapore – to live there.  Since then there’s been a lot of to-ing and fro-ing.  Long Haul.   Singers to London and back – many times, Singers to Sydney, Sydney to London and back (Via Singers and Honkers and Bangkok… well, I wasn’t going to call it Bangers !!! ) – many times, Sydney to the US and back, various jaunts in Europe, quite a bit of messing around in SE Asia, a brief stint in Kenya and the Seychelles, and those I will just categorise as “other” – eg:  New Caledonia.

Big flashback: How my heart leaps again, remembering arriving in Singapore for the first time. Back then, you used to walk down steps onto the tarmac and walk to the terminal.   I’ve got a photo somewhere – hells bells, it’s in my lock up… of me and my brothers on arrival.  Lemme tell ya, was I cool (but hot) or what ?  That’s confusing.  I mean I was wearing a well cute skirt with buttons down the front, and a pair of low platforms (in hindsight, I can’t believe my Mum let me wear heels of any sort at the age of 10, shock horror, recollection.  She wouldn’t let me get my ears pierced until I was about 13 – I was fully cheesed off, as only young teens can be – well grumpy and monosyllabic for what seemed like ages…  probably was ages – seriously melodramatic at that age.)  Anyway… not my point.

Back to arriving in Singapore.

Hot, hot and humid, and muggy, and hot, and the air was full of spices and horticultural fecundity. Every time I go back to Singers, as soon as I’m out of the air con (having walked along the apron walkway thingy into the a/c terminal building)… the first thing I do is flood my olfactory senses with the heat and spice and tropical scents. Dizzying Bliss it is. I feel faint for a minute or two, and elated.

So, the book. Yes, I’ve always been organised, and yes, I’ve kept this book for almost 40 years !!! I’ve still got the little winged badge as well.

Back in the day, I guess there were less people in general flying, and certainly a lot less kids flying,  THE Book was sent up to the Flight Deck, and the First or Second Officer would fill in the details.  Date, from, to, duration, type of aircraft, and a little signature.

Since the age when it would have been slightly embarrassing to produce my JUNIOR Jet Club Book (you do the math) for a while I filled it in myself, and then forgot about it for a bit.

So, when I found it again, I added the mileage from all flights since then and came to…

236,149 miles !!

Holy Moses…

That’s 5.9 times the circumference of the earth!


Flying time in total is 473 hours.


That’s 2.82 weeks in the air.

And I’d happily do another 3 ish weeks, and then some !!!

My carbon footprint must be pretty sizeable.

Good thing I’ve planted a lot of trees.

rooshkie. x.