Quokkas twice in a day has to be some sort of record.
Apart from that, this is really lovely, and well worth a look at the original too. There are some nice people around, and you don’t have to look far to find them!
Recently Sunny Skyz posted a collection of the most wholesome tweets of 2018. I’m recycling a few of my favorites here. See them all here.
via Pinpricks of light amid the darkness — bluebird of bitterness
This poem was inspired by Colleen’s post Not alone. On looking back, I find that my last Rapid Rhyme was also inspired by Colleen whose magnificent blog you can find here.
If you have not read anything of C Faherty Brown’s words, nor seen her delightful, and insightful, drawings, then I would recommend that you delve into them. Her books, too, are a joy, and her latest, “The Sentinel”, also features a tree. It truly is a magnificent story which, uncharacteristically, features not a single picture. The words themselves are picture enough.
This is what Colleen inspired:
By the tree
in the tree
playfully
you and me
went on dates
__.__
Girl and boy
fun ahoy
boy oh boy
what a joy
consummates
__.__
Shared a life
man and wife
free from strife
love was rife
best of mates
We do not celebrate Thanksgiving in the UK. Perhaps we should.
In any case, I am thankful for many things, and often take those things for granted.
Thank you to all bloggers, whether I follow you, or not. Thank you for being part of a good world, and for sharing freely with others. Thank you to Bridget for posting this!
For the wife Who says it’s hot dogs tonight Because she is home with me And not out with someone else. For the husband Who is on the sofa Being a couch potato Because he is home with me And not out at the bars. For the teenager Who is complaining about doing dishes Because […]
OK, I know it’s Monday. So, what if I am a little late? I can cope with that, I’m retired!
My first thought for Helen’s prompt of give/giving was to offer you I gave you all by Mumford and Sons. If you want to, you can still listen to it here.
The problem with SLS is that I tend to get carried away when researching what to offer. I end up, every week, spending time listening to loads of music when I really should be doing other things. It’s a great problem to have!!!!!!
If you want to take part, or wish to listen to all the other musical offerings, you can find everything here.
I finally settled on another Mumford and Sons song, Awake my soul – Live at Red Rocks. It doesn’t really fit in directly with the prompt, apart from the fact that the group give a fantastic performance, they really enjoy it, as do the audience, and I hope that you will too!
Awake My Soul
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
Songwriters: Benjamin Walter David Lovett / Edward James Milton Dwane / Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford / Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall
Awake My Soul lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Following on from my Song Lyric Sunday post this week, I found this interview, from 2012, that I found to be particularly endearing. What a lovely lot these are. Not pretentious, not overbearing, just a nice group of friends. If you can spare 13 minutes, I think you will enjoy this.
If you have never visited Danny’s site before you are definitely missing out. He has been helping bloggers meet each other for some time now and also helps them reach their true potential. I’ve been there, done that, and his Meet and Greets will definitely benefit you. Mosey on over and have a look.
Ok so here are the rules:
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…..
(these wise words belong to Mark Robinson, my nephew)
Nice thunks
Think a thunk of niceness
smile and have a laugh
take a nice long shower
or soak and have a bath
eat your favourite chocolate
drink your favourite tipple
treat yourself to cream cake
or double raspberry ripple
whatever takes your fancy
take it to extreme
and share it with your favourite mate
if only in a dream.
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This, that, and then some.
Be More Kind
I can feel the future breathing down my neck
And all the things I thought were true
When I was young, and you were too
Turned out to be broken
And I don’t know what comes next
That it’s going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
Like hackles raised upon a cornered cat
On the borders, in our heads
Between things that can and can’t be said
We’ve stopped talking to each other
And there’s something wrong with that
Don’t decide what you will find
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
And that trouble comes, and trouble goes
How this ends, no one knows
So hold on tight when the wind blows
And where the dry land stands is hard to say
As the current drags us by the shore
We can no longer say for sure
Who’s drowning, or if they can be saved
To you and yours from me and mine
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
That it’s going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
Songwriter: Frank Turner
I was so impressed on first hearing this that I went and purchased the album, the first music I’ve purchased in a very long time!