Family

My daughter’s children. From left to right. Kieran, Brianna, Devin, Kayleigh and Tarrin in front. Photo was taken two years ago. My daughter came to visit. Walking in the door holding Kieran, her eight month old son, she made her announcement. ” I have some news to share.  I’m expecting triplets “. ” What!  How! 

Karma

“Karma comes after everyone eventually. You can’t get away with screwing people over your whole life, I don’t care who you are. What goes around comes around. That’s how it works. Sooner or later the universe will serve you the revenge that you deserve.” ― Jessica Brody, The Karma Club A new day dawning. Another

Silence

“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.” ― Leonora Carrington His mind was confused, and he was so tired. Is it meal time , shall I get up and eat. But wave after wave of fatigue ate

Grace

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word grace. This is a word challenge set by patriciasplace.me – Patricia’s Place The perfectly formed baby glided from the mothers birth canal into the waiting hands of the obstetrician and was immediately named Grace because of the elegance of her arrival.  Grace

Such a Simple Idea

“For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). I haven’t heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. “Blessed are the merciful” in a courtroom? “Blessed are the peacemakers” in the Pentagon? Give me a break!” ― Kurt Vonnegut, A

Winter, Touching and George RR Martin

God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro. God pity all the poor to-night Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow. Sarah Teasdale I snapped the photo above from my back door this morning. Seven centimetres of very wet snow overnight and thirty minutes of shovelling.  Though because it was wet

The Great Divide

  “The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he’s in the game. And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll Beat his wings ’til he burns them black… No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don’t care if The Flame

Sun Shine Blogger Award=2

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway Thankyou sadje for nominating me for the Sunshine Bloggers Award. I have blogged previously of my feelings on this subject but I will spread the blogging sunshine by participating fully this time. Once again I fail

Remembrance Day, 2018

“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.” ― Herbert Hoover Poetry from soldiers written in the first world war. This is the 100th anniversary of the wars end. Leaving for the Front Before I die I must just find this rhyme. Be quiet, my friends, and do not waste

Contrast

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.” ― T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars