21 July 2008

Experience

I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between each footfall, picking up and putting down its print against the marble floor. But I
skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day so still I could hear each set of ripples as they crossed.


Above - Words from another Yorkshire "pudding" - the poet and broadcaster - Simon Armitage. They have been in my mind a while now. I think they say to us that what matters is not the headline things we do but how we experience things. Here's my variation...


I haven’t shaken hands with a President or a Prime Minister but I have seen a mother wren feeding her babies in the nesting box up our garden.
I haven’t scaled Everest with sherpas but I once found a bleached white sheep’s skull in a Derbyshire field.
I haven’t had a backstage pass for The Rolling Stones or Coldplay but I have marvelled at a canopy of silver stars from a pitch black Irish lane.
I haven’t surfed off Bondi Beach or Hawaii but I once saw the world’s sharpest rainbow arching over a Hebridean bay.
I haven’t been to The Derby, Wimbledon or a Grand Prix but I have held a clutch of home-grown new potatoes in my hands. I haven’t had my name splashed across national newspapers but I once bought the filthy beggar outside “Spar” a cheese sandwich and a can of beer.
I haven’t learnt to speak several languages fluently but just last Monday night I followed a wiggly hedgehog all the way home up our city street.
I haven’t dined with dukes or princesses nor have I ever swum with dolphins but once I saved myself from drowning in a distant ocean when there was no one there to hear my gulping cries for life... only those salty waves and the treacherous current...

5 comments:

  1. Hi YP...there's a special mention of your blog over at mine. You sound pretty darn brave and accomplished to me all right.

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  2. Three cheers and a big red rosy apple! Love your spuds! And there's another thing you do, too YP, that you didn't write down - you bring pleasure to your blog readers, and remind us that small, everyday achievements and pleasures are as important, if not more so! Cumon', let me tickle your tummy!

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  3. You go to the heart of the matter and are wiser than you probably give yourself the credit for.

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  4. Hi Yorkshire Pudding...I'd be grateful if you could pop over to my blog again. Hopefully I've put the record straight. Thanks muchly!

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  5. I completely agree with the sentiment, but I'm really impressed by the fragment of Simon Armitage's poem you reproduced. I think that's one of the most beautiful things I've ever read.

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