Making changes

I am totally drawn to the reflections evoked in the writing of Margaret Drabble, Jerusalem the Golden; the newfound freedom embraced by Clara on arriving in London and her encounter with Clelia, dazzling, brilliant and so different to Clara's background; "her wasted hours of battle with her own desires; she resented her failed and needless attempts at empire, she was filled with hatred at lost anticipation. Now that she was to go she knew that she might have had the pleasure of looking forward to going, instead of such long and cheerless debates and equivocations".

It's not time to make a change

Just relax, take it easy

You're still young, that's your fault

There's so much you have to know

Find a girl, settle down

If you want you can marry

Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy

To be calm when you've found something going on

But take your time, think a lot

Why, think of everything you've got

For you will still be here tomorrow

But your dreams may not

How can I try to explain

Cause when I do he turns away again

It's always been the same, same old story

From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen

Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away

I know I have to go

It's not time to make a change

Just sit down, take it slowly

You're still…

Lyrics by Cat Stevens, Father and Son from Tea from the Tillerman 1970

KM103 (on route to Malta)

Looking forward,

With restlessness,

I say.

Can't keep still.

For the moment now

Will be gone

And tomorrow I must know.

And if I let tomorrow surprise me,

I will be unprepared.

So?

Youthfully looking forward I was once told when life was young,

Now I'm growing old.

I watch the lives of others unfold their ambition and passion in the mix of life.

It need not stop with my age.

Age

Be kind to me

Let your wisdom

Carry me.