Diamonds in The Sky

I greet a new day. There are diamonds everywhere – across the sky, on the leaves, even in that pile of unearthed clay in front of my house ( which even last night mocked me and threatened to pull my little car skittering into its rain-wet, murky depths )…

I step out, and my feet sink into the clouds, soft, silken, cool…

I feel the tender fingers of the wind caress my cheek, skimming across…

It’s going to be a splendoriferous day!

Can't Shan't Won't

When faced with recalcitrant pre-schoolers, we can smack them.

When faced with mutinous teenagers, we can reason with them.

But what does one do with mature, pragmatic forty-year olds who just refuse to move out of the rut?

How long does it take for a "habit" to form? And, if it can be broken, how long would that take?

At forty most of us have not even lived half our lifetimes. I say not even because the first twenty years of most of our lives are just training and practise anyway, so they really do not count.

There have been amongst us persons who have achieved a lifetime's worth of work in the first half of their lives - Alexander and Mozart, to name a couple.

But there have also been those whose works and creations did not see light of day until they were well past the first flush of youth - Le Corbusier and Colonel Sanders, the examples here.

So what is it that makes some of us go " can't shan't won't" but others "can shall will" ?