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Wednesday, 21 April 2010

What's on Wednesday??!


Well you've been so wonderful to me, thank you so, and Monday brought me the delights of a day to myself in the city...

Feeling stronger, but colder in the still winter-tinged air, and open to new experiences, I met my friend, Pamlette for brunch, and she regaled me with the detail of her wonderful life without the constraints of work, and she listened to my woeful history of late, which you've all been very accommodating of recently, mes braves...

Then, I wandered comfortably amid the delights of our Victorian art gallery, the Laing, and found copies of sixteenth century French maps of the city now languishing in the British Museum; Georgian watercolours of what was, and what now could never be, and Victorian watercolours painted by the architects of the majesty of our northern city, once built by coal and industry - The imposing station with its columns and freezing air, a former impressive town hall glistening, now sadly demolished; Galleries to swish your crinolines in; Light-filled shopping arcades that once echoed with laughter and gaiety, and the ghosts of what our city might have been had not our Twentieth Century modernistic forefathers in the Sixties demolished all that was good in their wake, in favour of glass and concrete and progress and multi-storey, poverty-filled despair...

And then I encountered the one in a million that is Sara... Fab, feisty and fifty she may be, but she'd pass for just over half of that, bless her cotton socks... She can't see this herself, bien sur...

What is there to say? Beauty and wonder and the frisson of feeling like you've known this bloggy friend all of your life, while only knowing them but a year in Blogland...

What can you say about one's strength and power, energy and radiance, experiencing the magical Rufus Wainwright, songsmith of our lives, and the short life of the honourable architect of our soot-dappled city, John Dobson...

On this, whole lives have been built...

Be thankful, friends, for beauty and wonder in your lives, in spite of the broiling maelstrom of la vie quotidienne...

8 comments:

saz said...

oh good Gd woman you amke me teary again....!!! I should got o bed, but this place is so warm and loving l don't want to go.....but must sleep son after a hot cup of tisane....which runneth over...

night my pet..
luv Saz xxxx

saz said...

sorry my spelling is atroshiosh!!!!LOL

xoxoxox

Debbie(single;complicated) said...

a great reminder! Thank you!

Chrissy said...

Oh I hear ya! Somehow within all that darkness some warm sunlight fights it's way through & gives strength... my children did that for me (again!) just this last desperate night, and today I'm fighting fit again!

What a feeling! :)

Derrick said...

Hi Fhina,

I've always thought of Newcastle as a city with "Galleries to swish your crinolines in". Glad you had a good day, swishing!

ArtistUnplugged said...

Always a bright light that will show in the darkness....keep on, keeping on friend!

Moannie said...

So envious of your day with Sazzie and hers with you but she has just texted me that she might manage to come down at the end of May so fingers crossed. You seem to be breathing a little easier...and that's good.

French Fancy said...

I reckon one day will see you, me and Saz swapping stories over a good meal somewhere - and if Moannie is there too so much the better

Something I wrote earlier...

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