The most important invention in your lifetime is…
I have been searching high and low this morning for the name of an invention, but I can’t find it. Maybe you can help?
It has the facility to strip Man of his greed and his thirst for power. It takes away that absolute cruel streak, which stops at nothing to achieve its goal.
It opens eyes, hearts, and souls. It instils gratitude.
Compassion and empathy are inbedded, and authenticity is there by default.
Oh, silly me! There is no such thing
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
It would be a perfectly ideal day to get from A-B breathing. Unscathed from a day where all manner of incidents and accidents were waiting to happen.
From around that corner, I ask for no bad and sad news from those whom I care about waiting.
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Significant events and the passing of time change all of us, but lately I’ve been noticing the particular ways they’ve shaped me. Now that I’m retired and finally have space to reflect, the bigger picture is coming into focus.
My life hasn’t been the easiest, and I’ve had to navigate most of it without much support. I’ve weathered storms on my own, learning resilience the long way round. I’ve also learned a lot about people — mostly that I tend to hope everyone is kind, and I’m often disappointed when they’re not. But even those lessons have helped me grow clearer about boundaries and what I deserve.
One constant through the last twenty years has been my dogs. Their loyalty and presence have kept me grounded and sane in ways I can’t fully put into words.
These days, I see every day as a school day. I’m not the same person I was yesterday, and I won’t be the same tomorrow. Not because I’m lost, but because I’m still learning, still growing, still becoming.
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
An overflowing inbox needs some attention, as does a haphazard photo gallery. Despite not using email that much these days, it continues to have a life of its own, which does not include self-cleaning. So, WP that is something that never gets done.
Another thing is the car, inside and out. At present we live rural side, it’s February, it has rained a lot of late. There is mud everywhere, across the fields, splashed all over our wheels, and the interior has not escaped either. The difference between this ‘to-do’ and my inbox is that the car will be done sooner rather than later.
What’s your favourite thing to cook?
I’d driven Patch to one of our favourite walks this morning, and when we approached the car, he seemed to want to simply stand still and take in his surroundings.
We know this is how dogs take in information about the world around them. Each nostril sniffing a different area. They sense unseen animals and people, weather conditions, and even changes in the bodies of their humans who accompany them.
Allowing your companion to have a fullfilling sensory experience is one of the best things you can do for them each day.
I was rewarded for standing around on a chilly February early morning with the sighting of a barn owl swishing back and forth across the field in front of me. Magnificent.
And then it was home for breakfast, which I think I mentioned last time you asked WP is my favourite and the main meal of my day at the moment.
Mushrooms with Sumac, wilted spinach, poached eggs, avocados( olive oil, lemon juice salt n pep) with haloumi, or veg sausage/bacon for an occasional treat. Delish.
Write about your first computer.
It was in 2000, whilst I was living and working in Saudi Arabia that I found myself buying a copy of The Internet for Dummies. It didn’t help. Just washed over me completely. Starting with the theory was not a good move.
Earlier during the late 90’s( in the UK) I became aware that some of my office-bound pals were using email.
But it wasn’t until 2001 when I was in India that a real live princess ( I kid you not) taught me how to use a computer. The only thing I remember about it was that it was dial-up. It was pretty tricky when the electric supply went off and came on at will.
The one day that will stay in my mind forever is when the horrific events of September 11th unfolded. Everyone else was watching it on TV. But I just sat there in front of the screen in disbelief, immobilised.
Okay, I get it. Influencers ( read straight up advertising) want/need likes to attract companies with services/stuff to sell.
But on blogging posts? It doesn’t sit right with me. It feels outdated/out of place. I’d love to see a ✔️ instead. What do you think, WP Bloggers? To me, it would mean I’ve read, acknowledged your post/thoughts/work, and thank you. Clean, neat, and to the point.
Today, I’m on day 365 of a streak. A year completed with this blog. Tomorrow, my 2nd year will begin, possibly answering a repeated DP. No, not complaining, simply just saying, WP.
I’ve really enjoyed getting to know some of you guys a bit, and I thank you all 190 subscribers. I love the diversity here, ages, locations, situations, and styles of expressing yourselves. With more hours in the day, I really would read more of your posts.
I’ll just mention the voyeurs. Those beings who lurk in the shadows, read our posts, and fade away without a nod. You guys could try harder?
To the rest of you, beautiful people, thanks for being you and sharing part of your lives with us all. Stay safe.
Oh, almost forgot. Should have read down the post and landed here and be the Someone who comments from time, please add your initial/s. Then I’ll know who I am replying too. Love love x
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
In a previous life, I have abseiled and tried paragliding once.
Today, nothing on this Earth would have me handgliding, bungee jumping, mountain climbing, on a zip wire or sky diving. Likewise, being on a submarine or any submersible. Nah, not happening.
What do you complain about the most?
After a short walk this morning, I drove Patch a short distance to one of our favourite walks. As I slowed down for a cattle grid, the most beautiful of Red Kites swooped down in front of us and all but kissed the ground. A haze of amber, and it was gone. What a truly amazing start to this cold, damp, and grey January day.
It’s possible I’ve reached a stage where complaining has ceased altogether and been replaced, not by apathy, but something else.
A slight shake of the head, a tad expelling of breath, a flash of expletives through my brain, or simply nothing at all.
The big picture is bright. I don’t miss much, but I’ve ceased responding to my own detriment.
I will always be a compassionate and empathetic soul. An imploding planet, pathetic world leaders, and the mass suffering of humans and animals will always sadden me deeply.
But for now, self-preservation is crucial.
Witnessing that majestic Red Kite sweep before me this morning was awesome.
What are your favourite sports to watch and play? WP, I’ve got no words of my own for today’s DP. As ever I give this space to another
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
By William Ernest Henley (1849~193)
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