A happy sound; the peel of laughter from a child

A smile that reaches up into the eyes

A warm embrace to keep you warm

A look that say more that words ever could


I breathe deep and feel the air fill my chest and feed my lungs

My heart pumps and by blood flows through corridors of rushing cells

I sleep knowing that when I wake, I will have healed


Flowers in the moonlight rise

Floating on a river of blood

Reach out to touch the gentle leaf

Breathe across the open lake

Robert Burns Made Me Blush

I spent some time today listening to readings of some of Robert Burns’ poetry and it’s got me thinking about the origin and development of language.

Poems published on bbc.co.uk in their original form require a statement that they contain strong language or scenes of a sexual nature.

Back in the 18th century would this have been considered strong language? The translation of some of the poems is totally innocent but when read today cause merriment and blushes. (Especially so when read by an English lass.)

I’m interested in your thoughts…

Aedh Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

holiday – long time coming

Haven’t stopped for a long time
Haven’t been anywhere else but here
Haven’t thought about a break
Until now

Holiday – a long time coming
And we’ll be a long time going
Flying high, flying far
sleeping lots
pandered much

g&t when she asked what I’d like to drink
g&t all the way

NOW, I’m excited


Still so lonely when you are gone.
Lying here, trying to sleep.
Sad because you are not here
sad because I am alone,
always alone.

Tears are running down my cheeks
showing my sorrow.
What I filled this emptiness with is gone.
I must find some peace within me.
to stop the loneliness from consuming me.

Being alone shouldn’t mean being lonely.

relief is a mood enhancer

relief is a job done
relief is the call made
relief is that cheerful smile on the end of the telephone
relief is a mood enhancer

a smile is spirit lifter
a smile makes the heart grow bigger
a smile surrounds you with invisible arms
a smile make a joyous encounter

did I smile enough today?
how much is enough?
i can not smile all day
but just little goes a long, long way