When do you feel most productive?
Without one shadow of a doubt, first thing is when I feel most productive and alive. Before all, the noise and interference begin.
Quiet, calm, cool, peaceful. The empty, clean first page of the day..with a soothing audio of birdsong, maybe a light breeze, swishing through the trees. A pair of red kites, a bright-eyed and agile hare, and when I am really lucky, the barn owl doing its final sweep. Bliss.
What are your favorite emojis?🥳
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld—
The Lady dare not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled—
But peers beyond her mesh—
And wishes—and denies—
Lest Interview—annul a want
That Image—satisfies—
Emily Dickinson (1830~1886)
What topics do you like to discuss? I have given this space today to Langston Hughes
Silence
I catch the pattern
Of your silence
Before you speak
I do not need
To hear a word.
In your silence
Every tone I seek
Is heard.
By Langston Hughes (1901~1967)
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
DP@WP ‘ You can not be serious?!’ John McEnro, Wimbledon, UK. 1981
Really? Didn’t we have a risk question yesterday?
Allow me to give this space to the amazing Christina Rossetti.. .
A Daughter of Eve
AÂ fool was I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.
My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It’s winter now I waken.
Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:—
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
By Christina Rossetti ( 1830~1894)
Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.
The reasons I accepted a job in Saudi for a high profile Sheikh and his doctor wife as a nanny, all those years ago are sad ones. Morbid, even. But those stories can wait.
Going there was certainly a risk. Saudi? Yikes, that’s a bit different from anything I was ever used to. It was quite the experience. For two years, living inside the walls of a family compound. Not many outsiders got to see and witness the inner sanctum, like I did.
It’s true I was mightily relieved to get headhunted for a job taking me to Jordan, and I could move on. This next job was the best I’ve ever had. Career-wise at the top of my game an incredible, unforgettable experience.
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently? Sorry, WP, not feeling today’s DP. Instead, I give this space to she. Thank you
Bee! I’m expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due —
The Frogs got Home last Week —
Are settled, and at work —
Birds, mostly back —
The Clover warm and thick —
You’ll get my Letter by
The seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me —
Yours, Fly.
By Emily Dickinson ( 1830~ 1886)
What makes you nervous?
Falling trees and potholes. Just the thoughts, images, or news of these things make me nervous. Don’t know where that fear comes from, but here we are.
There is something else, too…
Next door has been vacated, and the property is up for sale. That, of course, brings a certain amount of anxiety. I’ve waited a long time for the absolute peace and freedom I have now.. it only takes a human or two to wreck everything, eh?
What has sent me spiralling is that one person, especially looking at it, is someone who can not hold a lie until the end of a short conversation. I really value authenticity, and even a degree of unhingement is okay with me, but folk who are compulsively untruthful…. Mmm
Edit, next day. It occurred to me in the middle of the night I meant to day sinkholes….but potholes aren’t very nice either 😆
How do you unwind after a demanding day? – Poetry does it for me, thank you WP.
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
 The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
 At night’s delicious close.
Between the March and April line—
 That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
 Almost too heavenly near.
It makes us think of all the dead
 That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
 Made cruelly more dear.
It makes us think of what we had,
 And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
 Would go and sing no more.
An ear can break a human heart
 As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
By Emily Dickinson ( 1830~1886)
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How do you use social media? – A hijacked post today, WP. A tad weary and without my Creative’s hat on. I shall post the words of another. With thanks for the space.
If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
By Pablo Neruda (1904~1973)
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
I’ve just got in from the supermarket. There is hardly a cloud in the oh so blue sky. It’s a bit chilly, but it hasn’t dampened the spirit of the great British public.
It’s Sunday, so the vibe is pretty good anyway with some people off work. But the sunshine has nailed it, and the atmosphere is light.
Out come the shorts and the flip flops. Crates of beer, stuff for the barbie, it was all happening in the store today. And the drive home was lovely, lambs running around, greenery in the hedgerow, and I just passed a little lad in his dinasour costume 🌞
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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