
At the gate
Suddenly saw the side show
When the tree glowed
Bathed in light of
The setting sun behind me.
Nearly missed it
The Main show behind me
Just rolled on and on……
Loved the side show.
Gill
Cold enough to feel chilly but
Hey! It’s Spring.
The birds are on the lines..
They can see the sun
So open the doors
Let the breeze come in
Hey! There isn’t any breeze
And no leaves are blowing in
So everything’s OK.
Everybody Sing!
Gill
The way to carry money……….
Here I am. I have just got back from shopping. I am sitting on the sofa looking at my stuff filled carrier bag. I am in a bit of a fizz, again. The bits I bought are safely in the bottom for sure, but I can only hope the paper money accrued on route ,thrown carelessly in, during frantic purchasing, is still there. I now realize once again that the couple of screwed empty ready salted crisp bags, I also acquired along the way, have unfolded themselves and and are now floating around in the carrier, big time; and they may have pushed out any of the floating money in a flick during my various movements along route! So now I begin my ‘after shopping mantra’ a sort of prayer, about loose paper money which always float at some stage in the carrier bag I will be carrying, quite forgotten, during the various uncomfortable stages of travelling, that is until I get home………
Me:
It is good to carry money
In crumpled wads
In paper bags
….repeated three times during the process of emptying carrier bag.
And so my God gradually answers……..in gentle tones:
‘The best way I like to carry money, actually, is messily.
Crumpled wads.
A paper bag is good’*
Andy Warhol
[*Words by Andy Warhol are from the Philosophy of Andy Warhol 1975]
Feeling better already. Never actually lost anything in a carrier bag. As far as I know.Gill McGrath©

A minute to seven
I glimpsed Heaven
Gill McGrath. Diary. today
(Day 10 napowrimo 2014)

6.30 am.
Bright morning
Sky featureless and cloudless
Thought I had missed the sun
Put the kettle on, made the coffee
6.31 am.
Took a walk to the power lines
Saw the sun
Returned with gold inside my head
6.35 am.
In the kitchen
Drank the coffee
By nine, up there, cotton clouds are floating on blue
Diary. Gill McGrath today

Having found a way to escape
From her jail at the top of the building
She found the door locked downstairs.
And more bars again.
Unable to break the glass
She frantically began to claw between the bars
Hoping someone would see her……….
But no one could hear her
And nobody saw
Now I feel guilty that all I did was take the photo
– Gill McGrath
[Act 2 can now be found at April 25th !]
https://gillmcgrath.com/violet/