Aiming High

A shiver ripples down my spine as the little cupids run out from behind a bush with arrows aimed aloft. The music marks the mischievous turn when war turns to love and then seeds are sown for a little romance of the Shakespearean variety. Will there be tears and tragedy? Will Romeo get his Juliet? I suspect that for us there will be a happy ending – we have a week until the performance and the rehearsals are going well.

A touch of beauty in a world less beautiful

The picket fence throws striped shadows on the flagstones.  Once irritatingly laid in a straight diagonal path, now they define the quickest way to home and a refuge from the sorrow and pain of the outside world.

Only it’s not.  Constantly bombarded by news from beyond my sanctuary, I go outside once more and admire the spring violets which defiantly bloom around the ugly path and add beauty to a world that is not so beautiful at this moment.

A Lesson Learned

Practise papers and revision books lie scattered over the bed and floor of her bedroom and you can’t see her desk for study guides and notebooks. All my gentle reminders followed by incessant nagging have now been heeded. It’s going to be a long evening…
Back to school in the morning.

Gaining Pounds

The nice ones might say, “No, I don’t need help, thank you very much,but I will give you some money for your collection.” The children smile and respond with a polite, “Thank you.” Then they wait patiently for their next…potential customer.

You can understand really, we adults do hover but occasionally a packet of biscuits needs rearranging from underneath a multipack of baked beans.

It soon dawns and I share the knowledge – the ones most likely to take them up on their offer are the harassed single parents with a toddler trying to climb out of the trolley. They look so relieved and hand them the bags thankfully while simultaneously grabbing a stray leg emerging from the depths of the wire cage. Gratitude sometimes comes in the form of some loose change, other times it’s an apologetic smile of thanks. The bag-packers don’t seem to mind too much. They feel grown up.

All in all it’s a good afternoon’s work. They do a little dance, everyone claps and we go home £150 heavier…

What’s in a Name?

A Silly Saturday Stone

I pulled a pair of socks from my Matched Socks Bag, as opposed to my Odd Socks Bag – unfortunately Odd Socks Day was not a lasting thing, anyway the socks had ‘Sunday’ knitted into them. I put them back – It’s Saturday.
Got me thinking…if everyone was as silly where would we be?
Only people called Jack Wills would be able to wear half of my daughter’s wardrobe – my other daughter has sunglasses with the name Ray Ban on the side…
I presume that Sloggi knickers could only adorn the pelvis of someone who was likely to come from Scandinavia. Not to mention the fact that Calvin Klein’s sales would plummet…
I take the socks back out of the bag and put them on.

The Divine Finger Pointeth

An indigo grey rain cloud sits oppressively over the land, turning everything colourless with anticipation. I drive towards the white chalk cliff which lies shadowed and quiet. Then, out at sea a cargo ship catches my eye. A lone beam of sunlight illuminates this one among the many who wait for the approaching storm – as though caught in a spotlight of suspicion. I illogically wonder if it carries contraband of some kind…



is power

so they say…

I can’t know much.


Previous Older Entries Next Newer Entries | Slimming World Recipes & More

Weight Loss, Slimming World And My Life

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Prattle & Snap

photography, craft, nature

creativity in motion

Blog of Registered Board Certified Art Therapist Gretchen Miller, MA, ATR-BC


Tabby Cats Are The New Black

Bob Israel Photography: Blog

Fleeting impressions seared into my soul...tiny pebbles tossed into the surge


Short stories by Emma Brown

Inion N. Mathair


Kindness Blog

Kindness Images, Videos, True Life Stories, Quotes, Personal Reflections and Meditations.

Wuji Seshat

Selected Poems

poetry by skull

The Musings of N. E. Skull


the epic blog of a father of twins

Pennsylvania Alliance for Clean Water and Air

Dedicated citizens fighting to protect our most valuable resources.

ann johnson-murphree

Artist, Writer of Confessional Free Verse Poetry and Fiction

Being Margaret

A lighthearted look at life on any given day


Art is our home. This door is open, always, to all, and yet permits not the entry of draft or rain. The doused may find solace, and repose, in the warmth of this hearth. For the sparks of these words - the spectres conjured by its incandescence - are a family whose love is unconditional, and will ever blaze, kindling within us the faith to weather these tempests. The ashes may then be scattered upon the winds - to ignite the lost, and unify our souls as one, in unquenched illumination; to be the light which guides us home, through the darkest of eclipse.


a day in the life of my sketchbook...

Mister G Kids

A daily comic about real stuff little kids say in school. By Matt Gajdoš