Ta Ta For Now in case you were wondering…..I’m off on my travels for a few days and my laptop is staying at home so, although I’ll check in from time to time I won’t be posting anything new until Friday. This time I’m off to Florence and, as it’s the first time I’ve been there, I am really looking forward to it :O)
The war had been raging on for more than a century; a country, once a bastion of hope and promise was slowly but surely being destroyed. It’s vast territories were becoming increasingly uninhabitable as bombs tore apart the earth, the chemicals contained within poisoning every living thing within minutes.
Happy Sunday one and all! I hope that you’ve had a great week and are now enjoying your weekend. I can think of few better ways to spend a Sunday morning than sorting through my music collection trying to find a track for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the lovely Helen. If you love music and enjoy making new WP friends, I urge you to play along :O)
How often do you hear people say that you shouldn’t think about the past? It’s over and done with, the future is only in our imagination and that we should all live in the present to truly appreciate what life has to offer. For the most part I would agree but I watched something yesterday which made me realise how incredibly lucky most of us are to able to live in our ‘present’ and it involved visiting the past….
I’m sure that many of you already know Richard’s work but, if you don’t I urge you to pay a visit to his site. The poem I’m sharing with you today has incredible power. It is deeply moving but, at the same time, is brutally real…..you’ll see what I mean; I really hope you like it….
He loved this time as it was the last He kissed his wife like fleeing a past He hugged his child as a prodigal son Then, he crossed the street lonesome He climbed a building hearing calls In the roof he raised four solid walls Brick by brick, feeding the sad ideas In his dull […]
She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.
I came across this article and there was one sentence contained within it which really made me think and has somewhat changed my perspective; I just had to share it with you all
In the last article we addressed the question of why. Which is a massive question. Why did they die? Why him? Why her? The other side of that coin is why not him? Why not her? Why not me?