Author: Francis Meyrick
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 36) All our Mother
A Blip on the Radar (Part 36) “All Our Mother “ Light in the Darkness, perhaps When it comes to scuba diving, one of the cardinal rules is: never dive alone. Always have a dive buddy along with you. You never know what you might encounter. If you train with any accredited dive training organization,…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (17) “Fire in the Hole ! “
Of Helicopters and Humans Part 17: Fire in the Hole! I was flying, off the coast of West Africa, quite happily, minding my own business. I was on my own, playing with the giants, as my friend Eric calls it, sailing past tall fingers of cumulus clouds, enjoying the sun, the blue, the visibility, and…
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Entente Cordiale
Entente Cordiale For my Fromage pounding, Spanish flying buddy, Jean Michel Varlet… (ils sont tous fous, mon cher…) I was in la Belle France again, circa 1972. 1973? Sometime. Summer time… and the French know how to live. They elevate the occupation to an undisputed Art Form. I was staying at one of their…
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The Winds of Old Ireland (for the love of rhyme and verse)
The Winds of Old Ireland (for the love of rhyme and verse) I confess: I’m a feeling man. Oh, such a fool… in so many ways. At times, a fool for women. At times, a fool for wine. Often, a fool for myself, and a fool for Time. “But of all the many fools I’ve…
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The Chattering Brook
The Chattering Brook An allegory The chattering brook had been cascading down from the high, high mountains for aeons. Since Time Immemorial, since the Very Early Days, before the Dark Times, the white, foaming, swirling waters had followed the creek bed down, thundering and roaring, past rocks and boulders, fallen tree stumps, slowing past open…
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Peak Awareness
Peak Awareness Standing on this craggy peak, high above the valley floor, alone, buffeted by the wind, I stretch out my arms to you. I strain for you. I reach for you, on tip toes. I ache for you. I know your Love. I feel it. I sense your touch. The sun shines on me.…
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I looked in the mirror this morning
I looked in the mirror this morning I looked in the mirror this morning, un-fresh out of bed, trying vainly to corral my last few stuttering brain cells flashing feebly in my sleep starved mind, Overcome, I shut my eyes for a second swaying precariously gripping the cold plastic marble edge of the weary, toothpaste…
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Grandfather Meyrick
Grandfather Meyrick (For Teddy) I never -physically- met up with my Grandfather on my Mum’s side. Grandfather Meyrick. But in a funny way, I think I do know him. Quite well, actually. Let me explain… You see, Grandfather Meyrick, a chemist by trade, was also a prolific scribbler. According to my mother, he was a…
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Revealed Humanity
Revealed Humanity A small handful of stories achieve something, that the common mass and jousting jumble of written words never, ever will: They give us a glimpse into the very soul of the writer, naked and uncovered, brave and bloodied. Their tales are their gift to us. They permit us to walk a mile in…