Category: Personal Blog

Shouldn’t the essence of any god be love?

Joey Jones5 Comments

Do you practice religion?

Love and tolerance seems to me to be two of the strong foundations for any religion and yet differences manage to spark unease.

My parents were agnostic ( on the fence 😂 just -in-case kind of people) So that left me plenty of wriggle room.

In a former life I was a hippie which pretty much screams pacifist from the off. ‘ Give peace a chance’. Who could possibly disagree with that?

Jehovah Witnesses constantly get a bad press, but to give them their due they flatly refuse to join the armed forces. Staying neutral in world conflicts.

Today I embrace Paganism ( with a slice of the promoted compassion of Buddhism, thrown in for good measure)

No, I don’t practice witchy things or have an altar in my home, but out in the wild I fully recognise the power of nature. I appreciate and respect the strength of the elements and believe every creature has the right to live here safely. If we can assist them in any way the better the world would be for them. Coexistence is a wonderful thing.

Gratitude and respect for planet Earth is surely non-negotiable?

And tell me…..If you don’t believe in anything, where do your thanks go?

Life before the internet

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Do you remember life before the internet?

I remember…..

Newpaper sellers

Family evenings around the TV

Satchels full of books

Children playing outside

Mail on the door mat

Busy high streets

No empty shops

Multiple shoe shops

Less commercial vehicles

Stereo players and albums

Commuters

Busy city nightlife

Telephone boxes

Photograph albums and negatives

Paper road maps

Dictionaries, encyclopedias, reference books

Diaries( With a lock)

Calendar in every home

Address books

Cheques

Pay packets

Money boxes

Travel agents

Hard copy CV’s

Telephone text

Monthly glossy magazines

Hairstyle magazines

VHS Videos

Camcorders

Walkman

Typewriters

and all those things which have slipped my mind.

Talented writers on WordPress

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What are you good at?

Will it be considered a talent if I manage to put a post together, this morning….when I don’t know how to respond to today’s Daily Prompt?

I used to spend a considerable amount of time scrolling. Hours would pass, I may have had a few laughs or learned a new life hack, but little else.

Now I am enjoying Reader where I get to learn about the lives and observations of many talented folk. I have subscribed to some wonderful blogs where ‘ a way with words’ is something to behold and I look forward to discovering more.

‘ Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won’t carry a quitter’ ~ Stephen King

Health, wealth, happiness and success….

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What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

‘Having it all’ must mean something different to everyone. Those who believe it is a myth, those who believe they have attained it and those who want it.

Katy Perry in a Monse designed spacesuit had to leave the planet for 11 minutes to fill a void in her life.

I’ll just go with contentment, being happy and grateful for what I have.

What a man….

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Do you have any collections? I embrace minimalism

William Morris (1834-1896) designer, poet, craftsman, radical socialist, environmental activist. The first eco warrior of design, without a doubt!

He once said ‘ Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful ‘.

Another interesting take, said by Isabel Allende-1942- ‘ You spend the first part of your life collecting things and the second half getting rid of them’………A bit of a generalisation, but you get the drift.

Personally I’m not that comfortable being possessed by possessions.

Who’d have thought it?

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How do you feel about cold weather?

Good morning WordPress… A simple question you are asking us today. So why am I  struggling to gather my thoughts, put them into some sort of order and onto the page?

I’m British, we are masters at chatting about the weather. Being islanders we can have four seasons in one day, so there’s always something to say. And yet here I am….with nada!

Is it because there are so many angles to come from that it makes it not so simple, not so  straightforward?

I do have a memory about the cold I could share though….Many moons ago I was in an indoor market. An elderly stopped me and asked if I knew where she could ‘ get one of those scrapers, to take the ice off the inside of my bedroom window?’…. That made quite an impression on several levels and has stayed with me ever since….

There is a quote by an American visual artist Andrew Wyeth ( 1917-2009)

‘ I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape – the loneliness of it- the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it- the whole story doesn’t show. ‘

Wildflowers, by Gaby Compres

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Daily Prompt….Have you ever broken a bone?

Let’s be wildflowers, let our souls be scattered by the wind.

Let us grow wild and free, tall and brave, in the places that we dream, in the places where our longings are filled.

Let us grow through the cracks of brokenness, and we will make everything beautiful.

Finding Zen

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How do you balance work and home life?

Work and home life are no longer a thing for me. Being retired means finding balance in my life in other ways.

Born under the astrological sign of Libra suggests equilibrium, harmony and justice are important to me….and I know they are.

This is a topic that interests me a great deal, but ahead is a busy day. I would like to find the time to come back and add to this post later .

I Sit Beside The Fire And Think

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J.R.R. Tolkien

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen

of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen:

in every wood and every spring there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago

and people who will see a world that I will never know.

But all all the while I sit and think of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.