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."