Where are my wellies?
I want splish splash
In giant puddles
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.
Yes all of you, if you don’t mind and you’ve got a minute or two spare. You see, I’ve been thinking a lot over the last few days about this World we live in and what a mess its in and from that my thoughts turned to the people in charge (I use this terms loosely) i.e. the politicians. On one side of the pond we have Theresa May, scrabbling to hold on to tail of the tiger that is Brexit and, on the other, we have Donald Trump who seems to be shooting himself in the foot by refusing to let go of the idea that a $5.6 billion wall will solve all the country’s problems
Good Morning One and All and Happy Sunday! It’s time again for our weekly foray into the wonderful world of music; what better place to lose yourself? If you’re a music fan or you’re looking for a fun way to meet new bloggers why not play along? SLS is brought to us this week by Jim Adams and he has challenged us to come up with the prompt “No”. If you’d like to play along and why wouldn’t you because its fun, here are some rules for you:
Wild place You minister To me, washing away The soil Of vain accusations Lashing My face Like the surgeon’s knife cutting out The diseased parts that sting From the harsh words Spoken The wind Blows gently now Soothing the raw places Opening up the way for tears Salty Healing I bathe in their pool, my […]
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I don’t know how many of you are familiar with Lorraine’s work but, if you’re not, please pop over to her site and have a read. She writes wonderful poetry and, on top of that, she’s a cracking girl with a wicked sense of humour….
Do you remember those days we spent in the meadow behind our little house? They are so clear to me. We would open the door as soon as the sun’s rays brought a glow to the kitchen wall; turn out heads and wait for Mother to give her smiling nod of approval and then we were off! We would try to catch the little motes that winked at us in the summer light and turn cartwheels for the sheer pleasure of being upside down. Do you remember?
There are some questions that are rarely asked because the emotions that they stir up can be almost unbearable and because they cannot help but completely divide opinion. That said, these are often the questions that should be asked because they provoke discussion and, however unpalatable these discussions may be they are necessary if the human race is to continue to move forward. For that reason, I’ve decided to try and answer the incredibly provocative question posed by the fearless Fandango.
Originally posted on The Stories In Between:
Our eyes meet Through a cool Dark air Within a pause Of forgotten Something And somewhere And sometime With someone Forever removed In the last word Of a silent eulogy For stolen lifetimes Bound within Our time Like a whisper And a glance In the wrong Direction