The Glanrhyd bus stop in the rain in February.. musings and reflections

The Glanrhyd bus stop in the rain in February.. musings and reflections..as news of a far right attack comes from Germany. We hear that the attacker posted a video and had a hunting licence and attacked two Kurdish bars frequented by guest workers. We hear that the German state took away resources from observing the far right to observation of Isis terrorism. Like the UK the far right flexes and stretches it's muscles and few see the symbiotic relationship between the far right and Isis. Each has a similar world view, each share one another's social media tweeting and retweeting one another's efforts and each left behind in a globalised world.

My mind turns to the nature of Februay and I reflect the on the tide of misery, illness and mortality around me. I am Sissyphus pushing the stone of my will and optimism up the hill each day and each morning it has rolled down to the bottom so I begin the process again each day The same inanities echo around social media each day on Port Talbot arseholes and dispair the same unthinking prejudice babbled on ....

As Pritti Patel brings in a points-based immigration system we discover that her own parents would not have been granted entrance to the UK what us it about newsagents and the Tory Party? Is it the prejudice of the tabloids entering into their souls by osmosis? Is it the grubiness of selling cigarettes and booze to under age kids in the 70s? Is it the crassness of the top shelf ? Or the inflated prices charged to poor and desperate people?

This is February as three storms have merged into days of rain and wind that never seem to end. I glance up around the bus there are six of us as we move through Trebanos and onwards towards Pontaradawe ...where are we going what are our stories? I dreamt last night of a train journey Freud would have speculated on mortality perhaps this bus is a metaphor for the train. Sissyphus within all of us heading on the X6 to pick up our individual rocks?

On Radio 4 I hear of the floods in Wales and throughout the country. The reality of climate change comes down to us all. Yet denial is everywhere...

But the days are lengthening and the light grows daily. In the USA Sanders goes on the attack and lays into the racist Israeli Government and the theocracy of Saudi Arabia. As Bloomberg stutters and staggers awkwardly into the Presidential election. The potential for change is there and the small acorns and bulbs of hope burst with energy. Spring is coming steadily as we all Sissyphus like battle through existence . There is only one God and his name is death and all we can say to him is not today. There are many Goddesses with multiple views and perspectives and the rocks we push up the hill can become tools of change and weapons of resistance ....but dare we rebel that us the question.
Meanwhile the ex Pats in Spain rail against migrants and call for the economically inactive with the UK to pick fruit and wipe a