Roughly trans: a place for the soul to find peace
Picture this: it’s a scene from Cardiff Bay. With Cardiff
being the Capital City of Wales, you’d imagine it’s a hustle-bustle/skittle-scuttle-scramble
kind of place, and it is.
It had also been that kind of a day, a very full day
arriving lunchtime to meet with a friend, who allowed me to stroll at a
leisurely pace in the warmth of the early autumn sunshine. A blissful and
peaceful encounter. Happy.
As the day progressed however, I found myself amidst the
throngs of people at an hotel where I’d booked in for the night. Chitter- chatter, chitter – chatter. Idle
chatter…….
After making my (polite, never rude) excuses, I scooted off
to be alone with my thoughts. Just as I do. Often. Too often? I think not.
I found myself sat here on old Doris’s Bike, my blue ability
scooter which with the Brexit palaver may get renamed …. at
peace in the City. How odd you may think, especially when you could start wondering
why that yacht is sailing around in circles ………………
Oh no, not odd at all when that still small voice speaks to
you in the midst of it all.
You listen. You ALWAYS get your answer. Simples.
Peace in the City…Lle i enaid gael llonydd.
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