MenoAZinkulling: R

This month here at the Wild YAMster's bloggy, you are going to be regaled with words related to feelings and happenings of the last twelve months. Oh yes, you know of what I talk.  This is to be the ALPHABET OF AAARRGFIZZZ... We've all had to deal with it. This will be a reflection purely from my point of view. You don't necessarily have to agree with what I say; just appreciate where it's coming from. Normal service will resume on May Day. (By which time I may be yelling that down the ether phone loud and repetitively!)

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` ïI ramya nm>

Jay ïI ram

Om Shree Raamayaa namaH, jaya Shree Raam!

Forgive me for that highly personal start to this post - today is the celebration of Sri Ramnavami. As this is the avatar through which I choose to meditate upon the Higher Existence (and this is my blog), space has been provided. I shall be listening to various songs of praise - particularly different Renditions of one of my favourite bhajans. ShantiH ShantiH ShantiH.

Last year, as the lockdown was already a few weeks in, I was honoured to have my father and sister, Mac1, share this festival with me. They accepted my prayers and enjoyed the Repast I had prepared. I boxed up portions for Mac1 and for Neighbour M - as we could not actually sit down together. It was particularly poignant, as dad was never one for entertaining the esoteric side of life. Though, shortly before mum died (and just prior to my departure to India), he did ask me about Reincarnation. I treasure that moment and a handful of others when he dropped his guard and allowed himself to ask the questions - and gave space for the Responses. As the year of COVID progressed, he did have a few more moments of Reflection, and there was one precious morning when I came through early to find him staring out the window (a rare occurrence!). I said nothing, but he launched into a few sentences around what might happen when he "popped his slippers" (sic). I chose to leave him with it and offered nothing of my own at that time. There was something about that little scene that seemed to hold some Reverence.

All of these moments mark little snippets of Respite, Renewal and Refreshment of being, about which I can now Reminisce.

Meanwhile, outside the walls and windows of #15, things were a bit Rampant; by June, folk were convinced that we should just be allowed to behave as we had always done. Anyone with any kind of foresight could see the inevitable Resurgence of the lurgy. It all had to with the R-number.

Then the Rambo Rapper, known as ABindaPJs, still prevaricated, cuz, well, y'know, people (business/economy) wanted (needed) Christmas...and oh heck, that wee Nicola up north is showing us up again, yeah, okay, "Retreat!" Return to full lockdown. Indeed, doon in the big house, there was a certain Ratiness growing towards the Bonny Land... and some tricky tricks have been going on to try and rein-in that Rebellious Rabble...

See you tomorrow for the ongoing saga. Please be aware that there is more I amAZing over at 

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