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 The simplicity of my day to day. |
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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Prompt: “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” James M. Barrie Happy December! What does "roses in December" bring to your mind? The way I interpret this quote is that exactly like roses in December we remember our youth in old age. Memories are there for a purpose, much as we might write a journal, we can refer back to a certain date, time or occasion. When things aren’t going so well in the present we still remember better days. When our short term memories fade, remember those roses—the days of our youth or our children laughing, and happy. |
Can you give human qualities to the night. Have fun! The night has so many faces that it’s hard to trust. Like some people I’ve known throughout my life they show you only what they want you to see, hiding behind a false façade. Sometimes he’s mellow, warm and tender and makes me feel safe, yet underneath his gentle exterior, lies someone I barely recognise. Where did he go, this sweet-smelling guy, stars twinkling from his eyes? He’s changed, almost before my eyes turned nasty, and threatens revenge before blowing up a storm. He has hidden the moon and stars behind clouds of malevolence. But I know tomorrow he’ll be back, saying sorry for scaring me and that he won’t do it again. That’s the trouble with him, you just never know. |
| "This Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for so much, including our friendship. Wishing you a wonderful day." No prompt, if you want to free write and share, feel free to post it on the forum. Lyn Hi, Lyn, I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving day because it’s not a traditional holiday in Australia, but I do have lots of reasons to give thanks. I give thanks for people like you, Lyn, who attempt each day to inspire us to write. I give thanks for my family, each and everyone brings something different and interesting to my life. I give thanks my husband and I are celebrating our diamond wedding anniversary on the 22nd of December and that we’re both upright enough to enjoy the day. 60 years! I give thanks for the many people I meet and with whom I exchange laughs and good times at my various groups, especially my local writer’s group. I give thanks for WdC and all the stimulation it gives my mind and heart each day. I give thanks for the wonders of modern medicine, without which my husband and I would probably not be here today. I even give thanks to technology which often gives me cause to pull my hair out, but without it my life would be harder and less interesting. I’m going to stop with this list but that’s not to say I’ve run out of reasons to be thankful because I could write a book of reasons. Now there’s a thought!🤗 |
| November is almost over, are you ready for December's advertising barrage for the Christmas holiday? I don't know about you but I'm already being bombarded with text messages and emails for black Friday. Do you think the stores will have the revenue boost, they're hoping to get to end 2025? I wonder where all these businesses get my contact information from. Yes, I do get sick of these texts and messages. Black Friday is a clever marketing strategy as it precedes Christmas. It enables or encourages people to purchase actual goods before the holiday instead of purchasing vouchers which many of us do. The reason we buy vouchers is because we know the after-Christmas sales will be on and people can get better for their voucher. So, it really makes little difference to the businesses bottom line, I don’t think so anyway as it just changes the time we spend our money. After all we can’t spend it twice. |
| Let this affirmation inspire you-- You can't find happiness in material things. Happiness comes from discovering--- it's your blog, have fun. I find happiness in all sorts of things. Today for instance, I helped a guy in the supermarket who had a shopping list from his wife. He was dutifully crossing items off the list as he proceeded around the store. He stopped and asked me to help him find a can of three bean mix. I looked but could only find four bean mix. He looked so worried and wondered if his wife would be okay with that. I just told him to tell her it was a Black Friday special bonus bean day! He laughed and it made me happy. On the way home I saw a lady picking up litter from the side of the road. She already had several bags full, that made me happy and wish I could go and join her, but my very sore back precluded me from helping. I met a friend for coffee and we laughed a lot, that made me very happy although our conversation was mostly about my failings😂 but it’s so good to be able to laugh at myself. This afternoon I saw a mother Magpie helping her baby who when learning to fly had tipped on to its back and couldn’t turn over. I watched as she manoeuvred it on to it front. How wonderful that was. That made me very happy to see a good outcome. Tomorrow I’ll be very happy to see the podiatrist and get my ingrown toenail fixed because I can’t walk properly at the moment! So happiness comes in many guises. |
| Megan Markel, the Dutchess of Sussex is the media it seems like every day. If you were to meet her in person and you could ask her questions. What would you ask? Well, for a start I’m not a fan of Megan Markel. First I would ask her why, if she despises England and royalty so much, does she still hang on to and use the title of Duchess of Sussex? Why did she marry into the Royal family and not take up Royal duties? Why didn’t she remain in the UK as she promised after she married? Why didn’t she feel safe? Why did she take Harry away from everything and everyone he has ever known? Why does she use her new found fame as a royal to promote herself and her many money making projects? Why has she never brought her children to the UK to meet their grandfather and cousins?  |
| Prompt: Food Which food you eat that makes you remember something happy or sad? Or what food do you eat to feel happier? My husband and I were just speaking about childhood memories of food. I suppose like every country each district/county/state/region have their own special/weird food likes or dislikes. My favourite childhood memories of food back in England were of being sick in bed. Those were the days before immunisations and all kids got everything. Measles, mumps, scarlet fever, Chicken pox etc, so I was often really poorly and not eating. My mum used to try everything to make me eat. I remember she made what she called ‘pobs,’ which was simply bread torn up into manageable size pieces (thinking sore throat) with warm milk poured over the bread, to soften it, and a sprinkle of sugar. But my favourite thing to eat was a soft, sliced, white bread tomato sandwich with lots of salt. Both those things made me feel cared for, loved, safe. |
| The elephant in the room: (a topic that everybody is thinking about but nobody is talking about.) Let this metaphor inspire your entry today. I’m sure everyone must be thinking the world is being overrun by men who crave ultimate power. Men, who by any means possible have forced their way into the top positions in their countries and have no intentions of leaving. They watch as their people starve whilst they accumulate indecent wealth. Women are considered inferior to men in many countries and it’s absolutely beyond comprehension that the world is turning a blind eye to the subjugation of girls and women in Afghanistan under the rule of the Taliban. Civilian dictatorships: Examples include China, North Korea, and Eritrea. Military dictatorships: Examples include Chad and, historically, Chile and Brazil. Russia’s President Putin has decreed himself to be President for life and I feel as if a certain American President has the same aspirations. What I’m asking is, ‘Where are all the women?’ |
| Let this quote inspire your entry: “Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.”- ― Pierce Brown I’ve always wondered about the word ‘home’ and its meaning. As an import in the country I’m living in, I called another country home for many years. We talked about “going home” and the people we left “at home” About ten years after leaving England I took my children ‘home’ for the first time. I wanted them to see where their father and I came from. I took them to see where I was born, my schools, the houses we’d lived in before we left. We took them to London, showed them historical buildings, talked about the long history England has compared to Australia. And yet on the flight back to Perth, as the plane circled, ready to land, my ten year old son stared out of the window and I hard him say longingly the word ‘home.’ That was the moment I realised Australia was now my home. |
| Prompt: Veterans and Heroism Today, November 11 is Veterans Day in the United States, the anniversary of the 1918 armistice that ended World War I. For the US writers, what is the best way to honor our veterans? Then, what can we, civilians, do to better understand the experience and challenges of the veterans? For WdC's writers not from the USA, what is heroism to you and who would you call a real hero? When I was born in England in 1944, the Second World War still hadn't ended. I grew up always knowing the 11th November as Remembrance Day. Everyone wore a poppy on that day. Poppies are worn on Remembrance Day to commemorate the sacrifice of those who have died in war, a tradition that stems from their profusion on the battlefields of World War I. Inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields." The red poppy became an international symbol of remembrance, representing both the blood spilled and the hope of renewal. Even at school poppies were sold for a small price and all the money raised would go to the returned soldiers or the wives and families of those killed. You would often see injured soldiers selling the poppies on street corners. Remembrance Day started in 1919 as Armistice Day, one year after World War I ended on November 11, 1918. Originally established to commemorate the end of WWI, its name was changed to Remembrance Day after World War II to honor those who have died in ll wars and conflicts. First observance: The first Armistice Day was on November 11, 1919, with a two-minute silence observed for the first time at 11 a.m. to mark the end of the war. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. |
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