Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. I hear that singing is good for the lungs. You can do it in the privacy of your own home, in a massed choir, or anywhere really. It is multicultural and multi-generational.
“Please don’t give in to fear, don’t amplify hatred or outrage or racism or disgust. Hold the line as a citizen of the moral community. Think of every tiny way that you can help others every day. And do it.”
Trigger Warning – this post contains content that may distress some readers.
This was not the post I was going to write for the Ragtag Daily Prompt – Purple. As I chose today’s RDP, I had a bit of a heads-up, but plans change. This post is about love, loss, grieving and wee birds. It’s not really about purple but there is one small, important connection to the Prompt word. Coincidentally, this post also fits the Word of the Day – Mellifluous. Read more
This is my response to the 3-Day Quote Challenge (Day 2) and also to the WordPress Daily Prompt — Bubble.
The delightful Pauline from Living in Paradise has invited me to take part in a 3-day Quote Challenge. I am up to Day 2 (phew). You can see my Day 1 quote post here. Once again, thanks to Pauline for including me in this challenge. I’m starting to get the hang of it (ie. having way too much fun). So join me in a gastronomic celebration and share the love around. Without further ado, here is the second quote:
I have just read the most wonderful, life-affirming book – My Everest: Thirty Years of San Diego Hiking (With Dogs!) by Martha Kennedy. You might think a story about 30 years of hiking the same trails might be a little boring. Not so. This is a grand love story; a tribute to the enduring relationship between one woman and her wilderness, encompassing the creatures of the Chaparral that watched over and befriended her, and the dogs – her faithful companions – who were always by her side. Read more
This is a true story about finding a new community and about re-connecting with loved ones. It is also yet another story about me growing wiser, as well as, coincidentally, a story about hunting virtual creatures.
Let’s talk about coffee. When I talk about coffee, what I’m really talking about is community. It’s my observation that there is a clear divide in caffeine quoffing. It’s coffee drinkers versus tea drinkers. Of course, this is a huge generalisation, but stick with me. Until five years ago, I was solely a tea drinker; however, sooner or later – when you reach a certain age – tea is no longer strong enough to keep you awake alert. Alertness calls for something stronger. I’m not talking anything illegal; I’m talking coffee – specifically three double-shot espressos a day. Suddenly, coffee is nigh on a religious experience for me.
My husband and I are both introverts. We don’t socialise much. Nevertheless, we have found that somehow coffee has a way of bringing people together. As a tea drinker who has switched to coffee, I’ve really noticed the extra pulling power of coffee. I’m not trying to denigrate tea, no way. I can appreciate the allure of tea ceremonies and high teas, but they’re really only for special occasions, right? No-one queues to buy a cup of tea. But, there is community in coffee. Read more