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A sign from heaven

A sign from heaven

It was the day after my father’s death that a bird flew in through the garage door and perched itself near to where I was working.

To try to take my mind off my father’s passing I was busying myself with something mechanical as I often did when he was living.

I was surprised, mesmerized even, it was as if any minute this bird looking at me with such familiarity was going to greet me with a “Now then, Stephen”.

I found myself unable to avert my eyes from this very bold greyish blackish bird firmly perched on the end of a brush handle busily nodding with familiarity at scooter parts hanging from the wooden roof beams, tools positioned on shelves and larger items placed on the ground.

I began to feel warm all over and a strange sense that it was my father and not a bird that I was in the presence of.

It looked me up and down nodding in a satisfied sort of way as if to say “I’m so relieved that you turned out okay in the end”.

And then with one last look around it flew out of the door and I watched it make its way high up into the sky until I could see it no more.

In hospital my father’s sickness prevented him from saying a proper goodbye to my mother, my brother and I and that’s also what I believe he returned for.

On that day I feel my father’s spirit came back to let me know that he was okay and that he was still a part of my life and those of his other loved ones.

The warm feeling was still with me as childhood memories of my father flooded into my eyes and through this release of tears I finally felt like I was one of his sons.

A poem by Stephen Austwick.   

 

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Natsukashi!! _ テレビドラマ _

参照 : 年代流行

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Read ’em:3姉妹が同日にそれぞれ子どもを出産

英文解読練習として英語のニュースから日本語に翻訳された記事をよく読んでいますか?このコーナーではそんな世界の面白いニュースとその日本語訳をピックアップしてご紹介します。リーディングや外国人に話しかける時にも、緊張をほぐして、会話のきっかけとしていかがですか?

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Natsukashi!! _ゲーム_

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Read ’em:シルク・ドゥ・ソレイユが破綻

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Shoes

Shoes

They’re made of leather, plastic, canvas, wood, polymers and rubber.

They have a heel, a sole, a tongue and an upper.

Some have steel toe caps to protect those whose jobs require it.

Some slip on and others need to be tied on with laces.

Some are made for evenings out and some are made to take you to far off places.

Some are made for biking and hiking and some for ballet and sports.

All sorts of different types exist, some suitable for wearing with long pants and some worn only with shorts or skirts.

When some are put on they feel comfortable from day one whereas others never really fit and always seem to hurt.

Some of us pretend our feet are smaller than they are and we try on sizes that we know won’t fit.

We try to convince ourselves that they will stretch with wear, but then we think of the pain barrier we’ll have to pass through in getting there and we finally decide such a journey’s not worth it.

Some of us take care of them, polishing and cleaning them after every time on, but others fail to do so and as a consequence they don’t last very long.

One pair will last for years if they are cleaned, polished, re-heeled and resoled.

As will the owner if he maintains his health as he grows old.

Taking care of the things that are important in our lives, whether that be our wives and children or just ourselves helps to keep us alive.

This includes what we put on to walk around in as they have also been afforded the right to survive.

 

A poem by Stephen Austwick.

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Umbrella

Whether striped, checked, polka dotted or plain, it protects us from the rain.

It’ll shields us from the sun and stops us from being hit by bullets of hail.

If you care about your hair and the clothes on your frame, with ease it prevents leaves and blossoms falling on us from trees, but it’s main job is to protect us from the rain and sun.

And it’s a job it does well, it’s a job well done.

Leaving it on trains is a pastime of mine, especially when the time spent travelling sets the rainy day to fine.

Making sure it goes back home with me is easier said than done.

Let me explain, the rain has stopped, the sun is out, I drop into a shop and pop it into a stand, I look around, maybe buy something or not and then leave the shop not thinking about what I’ve left behind.

It’s easy to forget it when you’re not stepping out into rain with any thought of getting wet.

We may leave it on a bus, but most of us tend to leave it on a train either hanging on the edge of the seat, on the floor near our feet or propped up at the side of the door.

Waking up just as we arrive at our stop, the only thing on most of our minds is getting off the train and then we realise as the doors start to close that we’ve left something behind.

And then we find upon leaving the station that the skies have opened up once again and as we no longer have what kept us dry at the beginning of the day we have to walk home in the rain.

As we head back homewards getting wetter and wetter we vow never to let our absent mind get the better of us ever again.

We may have this little one-on one with ourselves with one side blaming the other for leaving behind the reason we are soaked to the skin.

One side tells the other that it’s the last time it’ll happen with the other side listening but not replying.

And then the inevitable happens again and attempting to have the same inner self type conversion has long since worn thin.

I wonder if it is forgetfulness or if it is simply that some of us are as happy being dry as we are being wet.

A poem by Stephen Austwick.

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Natsukashi!! _昭和のお菓子_

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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