All Them Little Fings
'Ave yew
got friends? Oi reckon as 'ow Oi've got a few, but Oi don't always appreciate
'em loike wot Oi should, 'cos in doin' lotsa fings, Oi ferget that Oi oughtta get
around ter lovin' 'em a bit better than wot Oi do. An' then Oi ferget ter thank
em fer bein' moi friends an' all.
It ain't
only that: Cripes, Peter's always a-tellin' me as 'ow Oi talk too much. 'Ee
reckons as 'ow 'ee can't always foller wot Oi'm a-sayin', 'cos Oi keep on interruptin'
mesself. Yeah, well Oi reckon as 'ow 'ee ain't always wrong, 'cos it's real
noice sometimes jus' ter be quiet tergevver, loike jus' sittin' still on the
steps of 'is shed. Yew c'n get sorta in tune tergevver loike that… if'n yew see
wot Oi mean.
An' when
yew're tergevver in tune loike that, yew c'n get up afterwards an' go away ter
be on yer own roight easily. It c'n 'appen that when yew're apart, yew c'n
sometimes see a bit better wot yew really appreciate in bein' friends. An' then
yew c'n feel good wivvout 'avin' ter be tergevver all the toime. Ain't it so?
Oi reckon
as 'ow yew shouldn't go a-lookin' fer anyfink in yer friends 'cept fer wot
makes yew both feel somehow more alive. 'Cos if'n yew go ter a friend expectin'
somefink fer yerself, well, it often don't work out, an' then yew go away
feelin' all miffed, wot ain't good, specially if'n yew fink that it's yer
friend's fault, wot really it ain't.
If'n yew
can, yew gotta give the very best yew've got inside yew of the real yew. That
way, yer friend c'n properly unnerstand yer ups and yer downs. If'n yew don't,
it's loike givin' yer friend a sorta empty shell wot don't do no more good than
jus' passin' the toime.
Naw, wot
yew gotta do when yer wiv yer friend, is ter be a bit lively, 'cos a real
friend makes yew feel loike yew're kinda overflowin' wiv life, instead o' jus'
fillin' up some o' them empty spaces wot're inside yew. D'yew get the idea?
An' if'n
yew c'n be loike that, then even jus' a little bit o' somefink shared wiv a
friend makes yew feel real 'appy, 'cos it's all them little fings put tergevver
wot make life really worf livin'.
Oi were a
bit miffed at Peter St John recently, 'cos 'ee told me ter pull moi 'ead in.
Any'ow, Oi've forgotten about that now, so Oi told 'im wot Oi was a-finkin' about
us bein' friends. 'Ee must've been listenin' 'cos 'ee wrote it all down; only
Oi don't reckon as 'ow wot 'ee's written is 'alf so easy ter unnerstand as wot
Oi said. Oi keep on a-tellin' 'im as 'ow it ain't no good writin' posh the way
'ee does, 'cos nobody in moi gang down Pepper Mill Lane is goin' ter get 'is meanin'. Still an' all,
'ere it is fer wot it's worf. Oi jus' 'ope it's a bit clearer fer yew than wot
it is fer me.
Luv from
Jenno.
The Dew of Small Things
"A
friend is sustenance and comfort.
Then sow
the field of your friendship with love, and harvest it with gratitude.
And should
your friend reveal a thought,
Do not refuse
the nourishment of your own reflections, nor the support of your agreement.
When your
friend is silent, let both your hearts continue to converse with the music of
their rhythm,
For in
friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations, are born without words
to share a silent joy.
When you part
from your friend, do so lightly without anxiety,
For what
you like most in your friend becomes clearer in absence.
Seek no
objective in friendship other than enhancement of the spirit;
For a love
that seeks anything other than the revelation of its own mystery is not love, but
the casting of a net that catches little of worth.And make sure that all your best is given for your friend,
Such that your friend understands not only the flow of your tide, but also its ebb.
For what
use is a friend if your friendship serves only to kill time?
Seek rather
to enliven the time that passes with your friend.
A friend's part
is to supplement your needs, not to fill your emptiness.
Then the
smallest shared moment in the sweetness of friendship becomes alive with
pleasure shared.
For in the
dew of small things the heart discovers anew its fresh dawnings."
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