Spring poem

I read a poem today about spring, about spring coming again a year after the last: a time of sorrow and loss, about spring advancing whether the poet allowed it or no.  I don't know what had happened in the poet's life, but shortly after reading the poem I heard of a death in the family and then a second.  And it is good to embrace the shared experience through the words of a poet.

Motivate, motivation, motivated.   This month I would like to reflect on my days with the thoughts of the emotive sayings and thoughts I claim are my inspiration, and work those ideas into little stories, with their beginnings, mixes and endings.  Oh how inspiring!

The training uses equity, but in this situation I am happy with equality: if I follow the men's game then I should follow the women's game.  And I should spend an equal amount of time and resources on following each game.  The pedant might say the men's game is more commercialised and thus more costly to follow but I say this is an aspiration rather than a balance sheet.  And the women had my attention this weekend, their fine skills, strategies and physiques performing on the big stage, performing well, fast furious and with a number of mistakes but that makes it all the more interesting.

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