Ralph and Sharon Race to the Aid of the Poet

After having coffee and answering emails this morning I visited the sites of poets Ralph Murre and Sharon Auberle (two regular morning stops), and boy did they put yesterday's ruminations on work into perspective: Ralph has a beautiful photograph of some back country spot (he rightly doesn't share the locations of these places), and a poem of almost Taoist purport and cool hip language encouraging you to "be", or as my hippie brothers and sisters would say, go with the flow. Sharon has a photo of a bus headed for Alaska ("Northern Exposure" territory!), and notes the mind-altering impact of watching an eagle fly across the face of a glacier. Kee-rist, and I'm getting stressed about a care home in the back end of a provincial town in the trouser pocket of England. See the bigger picture, poet.