I think I have encountered it, ladies and gentlemen. My spirit animal. And what type of animal is it? Is it a dingo, a blue whale, a rare bird or a raw prawn? Well no. It is a duck. A very common native duck. Read more
Dear Readers, this is just a short post to let you know I continue to be persona non grata at the moment, meaning that my comments on your wonderful blogs are ending up as spam, or in some cases, are just disappearing into the ether. I know not why, but if you have been wondering why I’ve been so quiet lately, please do check your spam folders. If I’m not there, but exist somewhere else in the
cloud mists of the internet, please know that I am with you in spirit, and that I will continue to talk to myself as it were, as I am quite certain that you would not deliberately ignore my very polite comments. Read more
This week’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge is hosted by Amy. Her chosen theme is “less is more“. Amy’s inspiration for this theme is a quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery:
“A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”
Now that is a very intriguing notion to me, because it seems to me that there is nothing more perfect than nature’s design. Read more
My thoughts are with the good people of Sri Lanka as you mourn the loss of many lives to terror and ignorance. I am sorry for your loss. May God give you the strength to respond to violence not with more violence, but with peace.
For my friends, some of whom need it more than others at the moment.
I recently read a blog that raised big, important questions around democracy and leadership. These issues are dear to my heart, and I suspect that I may attempt to untangle them in my own mind in the fullness of time. Knowing where we want to go is one thing, knowing how to get there is another. Perhaps the solution is easier than we think? Maybe it has something to do with choice? Ah, choice. Yet another concept that exercises my mind.
Anyway, in the interim, here is a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon that speaks to this matter in ways that I can only aspire to.
If you haven’t checked out Paul’s poetry, you really should. It is wonderful.
Gestures of power fall in different ways,
and becomes ways of being,
for good or ill,
either for self,
or, for community,
though neither to judged,
until power is imprisoned
and forced into perversion,
the servitude of the many for the one.
they are great equations of true power,
neither for the one or the many,
simply love for any,
in this shared venture we call life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
I think it is always worth bearing in mind that there may be differing views held by service men and women and their families about Remembrance Day and other days commemorating military victories and defeats. I’ve heard these views expressed myself in articles I’ve read and radio interviews I’ve listened to. Some find it particularly galling that these commemorations are held with all due solemnity and fanfare and yet our elected representatives appear to have learnt nothing from these conflicts. Often there is much censure for daring to question the symbolism of the occasions. Here is a reflection on Remembrance Day by David Cox, whose father fought in WWII.
I barely acknowledge it. I don’t hate it like I hate some stupid societal rituals but I don’t feel what I should about it. So, it comes. It goes. I should put on a better show than just buying a poppy, I suppose, but my father didn’t have much time for it. I learned from him. And he should know.
Seaforth Highlanders. Italy. WWII.
My father was wounded badly in a historic battle at Ortona. Hit by heavy artillery. Lay hanging in a tree in the battle ground for three days. Carried out on the dead cart. Received a 100% disability pension. They not only didn’t think he’d live, they thought that if he did, he’d be a vegetable. And they were right for about 15 years – like the plant in the Little Shop of Horrors, though. After that, he got a bit of life back but even then…
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This is my response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt of Saturday, 21 July 2018 — Duck.
I’m very sad to say that for most of my children’s lives, we had neither the money, time or energy to go on holiday together. Certainly, my husband and I rarely had holidays together as we took turns to take time off work to look after the children during the school holidays. The lack of family holidays is one of my biggest regrets in life. A few years ago, my husband and the boys went on a road trip around Victoria (Australia). I stayed home (with flu), and sent my little ducklings off with their dad on a great adventure. Read more
Here is my contribution to the Ragtag Daily Prompt of 12 June 2018 – atavism. It is a about the Finnish Spitz, one of only a handful of dog breeds descended from the now extinct Taymyr wolf. Since writing this post, my dog, Ama, has retired from obedience competition. She is a
bitch honey. Perhaps she has more Taymyr wolf in her than some of that wolf’s other descendants.
Dear Readers, if you enjoy reading historical fiction and memoirs, I would like to commend Martha Kennedy’s books to you:
• Martin of Gfenn
• The Brothers Path, and
• My Everest – Thirty Years of San Diego Hiking with Dogs.
I have reviewed two of Martha’s books previously (links to my reviews above).
I am re-blogging a thank you issued by Martha Kennedy to readers of her books. Links to the books are on Martha’s website. Why do I re-blog a thank you? Because I enjoyed the two books I’ve read so far. And, because it is hard enough being a writer, let alone writer, editor, publisher and publicist all in one.