Monday, 25 December 2023

Living & Giving

Dan used to send out the annual Christmas Rankow family newsletter as a poem.  Sometimes brilliant, sometimes corny, always poignant and a joy to receive.

After he died this Summer, his family were sorting through his things and found a hand-written poem from when he was a young man.  In his absence, and his honour, I wanted to share it on this first Christmas without him.


Living & Giving
By Dan Rankow

Whatever you give away today, or think, or say, or do,
Will multiply about tenfold and then return to you;

It may not come immediately nor from the obvious source,
But the law applies unfailingly, through some invisible force;

Whatever you feel about another, be it love or hate or passion,
Will surely bounce right back at you, in some clear or secret fashion;

If we speak about some person, a word of praise or two,
Soon tens of other people will speak kind words to you;

Our thoughts are broadcasts of the soul, not secrets of the brain,
Kind ones bring us happiness, petty ones untold pain;

Giving works as surely as reflections in a mirror,
With hate you send, hate you will get back, but loving brings love nearer;

Remember as you start this day, and duty clouds your mind,
That kindness comes so quickly back, to those who first are kind;

Let that thought and this one, direct you through each day,
The only things we ever teach, are the things we give away.


Shaun H. Coley ~ Archway ~ Islington ~ London N19 ~ UK

Thursday, 21 December 2023

Non magnus annus

2023 has been a tough year.  There's been a lot of good, but it's been a year where I've never quite felt like I've been able to catch my breath.  I started the year with a dying dream, and it's ending with a dying dear friend and cousin.  In the middle, I lost Dan, the massive personality that was the Rankows' patriarch.  My Dad is staying with us currently, which is mostly great, despite the dementia, but three adults, a dog and a cat are a tight squeeze in 500 square feet.  And in one of those 'to top it off' moments, I had to have a tooth pulled this week as it fractured beneath the gumline.  Small fry in the grand scheme, but when you can't catch your breath, it doesn't take much to knock you over.

So I am hoping 2024 will be a better year.  I know it's just an arbitrary turn of the calendar, but the idea of compartmentalising a whole lot of awful in a little temporal box that can never come back is appealing.  I realise that as I, and my circles, age, hard times will be more and more common.  But maybe 2024 will be a little bit kinder.

Tomorrow Pops, Sushil, Mary Keany, Chester and I head to Wales to spend a week in a cabin near Cardigan.  I am looking forward to charm, calm and space.  Other than a lunch on Saturday, nothing is booked.  I'd love a little bit of the Heather Lende life, but I think it takes a whole lot more than a week in the woods to get there.

I hope that the holidays bring you peace and calm and, as much as is possible, a little bit of joy.

Shaun




Sushil and I in one of good times, above Dubrovnik.



Pops at his happiest - watching the Liverpool match in a pub.



Isn't it fabulous?



#family #love



The wisdom of Islington.