Here is the root of the root.....

Now on occassion here at the old stripey homestead we get a bit serious. I know, I know, you're as shocked as I am to hear its not all rampaging chookies and stripey odd socks. Occassionally a bit of (not so hard core) science goes on in the good life lab (kitchen), we celebrate arts and culture and language and sometimes even poetry. Oh, yes and we blether on about food too alot, so its a bit of a mixtermaxter of life really. Then again, isn't everyones. This blog of rambly goodness tries to be as inclusive as possible.

Today with this in mind, I want to leave you with a bit of poetry which I love for several reasons, and I want to share for several reasons today for people in my thoughts, most of which I'll keep to myself but they know who they are. The last verse is amazing.  I'm hoping you like this as much as I do.

I carry your heart with me

by EE Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling).
                                  

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) 

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart,
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

We may hear it again, later this year, in broad scots, in, probably, gale force winds, on a beach, avec wellies, stripey socks (odd obviously) and possibly even a posh frock, who knows.............I've even bribed the cellist. Throw in a couple of ferries, a decent beach, a couple of cellists, a gaggle of wellies and woolly hats, gale force winds and add a bit of poetry, these all, probably, in my opinion, mix quite well. What could possibly go wrong?