Aspiring Author & Life Juggler
Thousands of bubbles twanging their explosive power into the space above what’s left of the sugary ocean.
Encircling aluminium providing a wall of death for the evil conveyer of the trickster of all mixers.
Almost at the end now, the surviving bubbles shimmy across the bottom and sound like beads or grains of rice being moved on a tray.
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My advice would be go to bed on a glass of water instead!
It’s about a year ago that Man of the Woods and I became very lucky parents. Our daughter – then 19 – crashed her car and turned it over. We didn’t lose her. In fact she was the luckiest girl as she only lost a few of her long hairs when the shattered windscreen nipped the ends and pulled some from her scalp, presumably when the car landed. You can read about it here. At the time I asked her permission to put it on social media to illustrate the brilliance of seatbelts to other young drivers.
I’ve just driven home from a friend’s and although there was no frost, I thought about her and once again realised how lucky we were to have her here this Christmas and for me to be able to take this photo. Someone must have been looking after her.
I was inspired to write a quick poem before bed … goodnight folks
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When life is but a breath away from being not so,
As delicate as a whisper beside your ear.
Take it not for granted, pause, watch and see,
Hear, feel and taste life while it is still here.
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Worry less about the things you cannot change,
Don’t yearn for the past because it is done.
Avoid waiting for a future full of uncertain promises.
Grab the lapels of today, breath in and feel it on your tongue.
I am re-blogging this poem by our lovely Patty.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends who celebrate it. I think it should happen here in the UK. So many forget to be thankful at times for what they DO have .. and focus only on what they DON’T have (me included)
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Well said Patty
A day of thanks
Grateful am I
For all that I have
I cannot deny.
My fate, my choices
Could have been better
But, looking around
It all comes together.
So many struggle
Have pain and such sorrow
No reason to try
No hope for tomorrow.
So far out of touch
Out of balance, offset
They give me a reason
To never forget.
To give thanks
For the cards that I have been dealt
To know love and emotions
All I have felt.
They cry and they wail
They wonder why
Their lives are so dark
It brings tears to my eyes.
The grass isn’t greener
But, a tangle of weeds
It’s cold and it’s frozen
Nothing there… that I need.
You carried me without complaint,
Through mud and miles you’ve been a saint.
Your heaving ribs I now will rest,
My wound is deep, no longer the best
Partner to you, my trusted steed,
Colleague, transport, friend indeed.
(Photo credit – Telegraph today showing new statue in Romsey’s Memorial Park)
OMG, please check this out,
Started to log my daily wordcount!
NaNoWriMo is now a household name,
Even Man of the Woods uses the same –
– without laughing.
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The first draft had ceased before,
At nearly a thousand times twenty four.
The chats in October did start,
Reminding me of 2017 when my heart –
– told me to write!
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This time I know what I’m doing,
Whereas last year I was merely canoeing.
Without a paddle or a plan,
Or research; what a sham –
– but we are all new once
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I now type at a dedicated desk.
Using a bedroom, the house has one less.
My buddha and candles patiently wait,
For my windows of time; don’t be late –
Anytime is good it seems
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3rd Nov and the word-count is growing,
Manuscript now 38,000 and I’m knowing.
Which scenes need more padding,
And which never had their cladding –
– I’m adding, I hope, depth.
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So a daily word goal of 1,666,
Is achievable through a quality mix.
November 1st produced 1,504. on 2nd came 1,195
Today another 2,766 and I’m feeling alive –
– don’t compare me to you (if you’re producing more!)
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I am excited for tomorrow the 4th,
It would be fun to see some more 4s.
To get that total to exceed 40,000, wow!
I’ll never have seen that before; I wonder how –
– I will celebrate?
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Another trip to Tescos probably. These glasses were for sale. I didn’t buy any but they reminded me Bond 🖤
How are you NaNo guys doing?
xxx
I was reminded today with a gift from nature,
Of your tender touches across the years.
One for every millimetre of my skin.
Memories float away on a breeze,
I try and catch them; closing my eyes,
Picturing your presence, feeling the warmth.
That first kiss we shared was a silken dream,
Entrancing my being forever in your world.
When I think of what was,
There is a shudder,
An awakening.
Twofold it engulfs me,
Excitement of memories,
Fear of realisation,
That it is no more.
How do we know,
When the last time
Is the last time.
We don’t.
