‘But they didn’t have anything to do with each other – they stopped speaking years ago.’ So said a friend to me just this morning of a brother and sister close to the family, one of whom had recently died. How often have we heard words like this – of friends, neighbours, family members and acquaintances. Perhaps its living in a small community – but I have, sadly, heard these words, or words like them, many many times. Continue Reading
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion!
These words are the final stanza of the poem ‘To A Louse’ (Lice) written by Scotland’s most famous poet, Robert Burns (1759-1796) as a result of seeing, while in church one Sunday, one such creature crawling through the bows and ribbons of a ladies bonnet (Hat). Continue Reading