This is my 500th post!
At least, that is what WordPress analytics tells me. Although, when I checked, the figures add up to 503.
Not that I’m counting!
I have never been bothered about the statistics of my blogging, although I am surprised by the number who read my blog.
I do it for me – not for you – not for kudos – not because I want acclamation – purely because I want to.
I spend far more time on WordPress than I should. I sometimes neglect other, more important, things, but I enjoy it!
I love all of you who are reading this. I love some of you who are not reading this. Some sites I read every single post, others I read only occasionally.
If you follow me, I will not necessarily follow you.
I worry about some of you out there.
I am particularly concerned when bloggers disappear but fully understand the reasons why. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. But I still worry!
There are brilliant wordsmiths here, fine minds, successful authors, stupendous poets, fine artists, great photographers. People who stretch their own limits, and also mine.
Some comment threads turn into real conversations, some turn into flirting. Not mine, I hasten to add (although, to be honest…….)
Some blogs that I follow are so prolific, and so good, that I have to curtail my reading of them, very reluctantly! (but only temporarily)
I did check through the WordPress statistics and found the following:
- The most views (86) prize went to a re blog of a poem on March 17th 2016. A worthy winner!
- I have one post that received NO LIKES whatever – you can rectify that by going to 16th September 2015!
- I started blogging on 11th September 2014 by telling how I had lost my big sister!
So, there you have it. My 500th post. Not very exciting, but factual.
It just remains for me to say a BIG THANK YOU for your being there, for reading my blog, for being my friend, for giving me interesting and informative posts to read.(and, honestly, I will eventually let you know why I was crawling under the Queen’s bed!)
Sometimes it’s totally impossible to “fight” for yourself….sometimes the only way to survive is to “fight” for others.
Sometimes the battle can only be fought on your own. For those who do battle alone; those are the most dreadful times when the people who truly care about you cannot help!!!!….in that “solipsistic” crisis you will feel alone.
Despite all that, in that moment of despair, know this…..
You are not alone.
(these wise words belong to Mark Robinson, my nephew)
UK Mothering Sunday was 11th March, but USA, Australia, and many other countries have Mother’s Day today, so Happy Mother’s Day to all concerned. I hope you are totally spoiled today!
The joys of becoming a Mum must, for most women, be the absolute pinnacle of their life. Something we men cannot even begin to imagine.
Thank you to every Mum!
I particularly enjoy the poetry of Frank Hubeny, and he often includes a recording of his reading of his original work. He normally includes his own photographs to enhance the overall experience, and they are always a delight.
I wish I had his talent.
Today, he posted Walking to the Botanic Garden, a haibun, which combines prose and haiku. I know it sounds complicated but, believe me, it isn’t. As usual, Frank began, and ended, with his own photographs that perfectly frame the whole experience. Follow the link, above, to see why I love Frank’s poems.
I commented on today’s haibun as follows:
I don’t park my mind, I just let it wander all by itself. Not only does it seem perfectly capable of wandering during the day, but it also wanders a great deal most nights too, and it is kind to me in that it holds the memories for me to consider later!
That struck me as profound, and I thought I should record the thought, if only for my own peace of mind!
Every single individual matters!
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
I’ve been absent for a few weeks and have missed not taking part.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
Meet me after the battle he said.
Just have to dash to Bosworth Field he said.
Then ZAP!…..I find myself transported in time to this deserted car park in Leicester.
The local paper says it is 2012. I left Richard in 1485. How can that be?
And just where is my Sovereign Liege?
The pet that poops breakfast has to be one of the best advertising slogans ever!
Roosters and chicken running amok are still pretty prevalent on Kauai. This is one of several that walk around our resort everyday, especially by the outdoor bar and grill, waiting for people to finish their meal. And crowing. Loudly. At any time of the day.
From what I know, Hurricane Iniki decimated the island back in 1992 and that’s when the chickens and roosters’ coops and hen houses were destroyed; chickens having been originally brought over for food and roosters for cock fighting. Now they are more feral than domesticated and if you’re not prepared for them running loose, it’s quite a sight and sound! But I also understand they keep the island’s bug population way down. I kind of enjoy them now and even have a rooster Christmas tree ornament from Kauai!
And here’s a little meme from Facebook that fits right in…