What was the trigger that put pen to paper? When did the need to speak begin?

Sometimes these things come easily; at other times forced, ungrateful.

Simplicity is sometimes complicated. How it is received will be its testament.

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 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…

Word of Tomorrow: Procrastinate

Procrastinate verb (procrastinated, procrastinating) intrans to put off doing something that should be done straight away, especially habitually or to an unspecified time. procrastination noun. procrastinator noun.
ETYMOLOGY: 16c: from Latin procrastinare, from pro- onward + cras tomorrow.

A Selection of Words


  1. [n] – an expression of agreement that is not supported by real conviction
  2. [n] – insincerity by virtue of pretending to have qualities or beliefs that you do not really have


  1. [adj] – having been disembowelled


  1. [adj] – present at birth but not necessarily hereditary


  1. [adj] – affiliated with one party or faction
  2. [adj] – devoted to a cause or party
  3. [n] – a fervent and even militant proponent of something
  4. [n] – a pike with a long tapering double-edged blade with lateral projections

I’m reading The Savage Garden by Mark Mills and am just making a note of words used to confirm my understanding.

I see words
I hear words
All about me
Every Day

I give words meaning
I make assumptions
I need clification
to learn

The leaves are turning and falling from the trees

It has gotten cold. The winds have picked up and the sun is rarely seen. Again a short summer has come to an end with many around wondering why we missed it. The sky is grey like a concrete block, weighing heavily. There is a crispness in the air though that heralds the season to come. The fun and festivities that will cheer us through the bleak months, that will bring us together with our loved ones once more. An excitement is building. The children are buying their Halloween masks as the trick or treat begins. The evening skies have begun to sparkle with rockets and explosions as if the people do not want the noise and lights of November 5th to last just one night.

I have no reason to be sitting typing at these keys about such things. A phone call with no answer has left me feeling empty. A conversation, however brief, may have been enough to fill the void. We may have searched our minds for things to say to each other, not wanting to say the things that truly weigh us down and so, grappling with trivialities, we miss our moment but are comforted by the voice of another.

It is getting darker now. I can feel the sun’s absence getting closer and with its vanishing, the vanishing of another weekend. The start of another week, what joy!

We do not speak often, and some would say not often enough but I can feel your thoughts from miles away. I hope you are both happy. That you find comfort in each others company and that you still make each other smile.

A message that started out to be just a sharing of my thoughts has extended into so much more. This somehow doesn’t seem the right medium through which to send these thoughts. But I am not a character from a Bronte book; I don’t spend my afternoons with pen and ink. I live in this digital world that has swept us up and would find it hard to turn back. Do you remember a time when we wrote to people with pen and ink? The thank you letters, the messages to loved ones far away. What happened to that time? We do not share the thoughts now; we do not share our comings and goings. I’m missing your life as you grow, just as you are missing mine.

Missing? Am I missing something? I’m missing you. That is what I’m missing.

But I can think of you both and my heart is lifted. So everything is alright with the world. There’s a smile on my face because I have you as family and as friends.

Don’t let me lose that, please.

je, 2004

Raven Faye

I was born 90 years ago of a human girl lost on Orion’s Belt Buckle. She chanced upon a sacred glade and was lain by The Elven Lord into whose territory she strayed. I was the product of that miraculous night, in a magical time, on that mysterious world. After my mother passed the elves of the buckle learned of my parentage and shunned me, looking on me with contempt for the humanity within me, turning me out of the land in which I grew.

Searching for a place with meaning I used my stealth and intelligence to stow aboard a transport ship in refit. But alas I was discovered and forced to forfeit all my worldly goods, along with unworldly favours, to retain passage. When the crew had tired of my body and mind I was dumped, most unceremoniously, in a small wood by the river plym.

Since then I have been living off what the land has to provide (and what can be surreptitiously taken from unsuspecting passers by).

Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Druid

I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Druid

Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.

Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.

Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.

Secondary Class:
Druids are a special variety of Cleric who serves the Earth, and can call upon the power in the earth to accomplish their goals. They tend to be somewhat fanatical about defending natural settings.

Solonor Thelandria is the Chaotic Good elven god of archery and the hunt. He is also known as the Keen Eye, the Great Archer, and the Forest Hunter. His followers respect nature, and only hunt when needed, but are quick to defend the forest from intruders. Their favorite weapon is the bow, and they tend to be extremely talented with it. Solonor Thelandria’s symbol is an arrow with green fletchings.

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How can give myself to you fully if you don’t let me in?
How can we truly experience this together with this barrier between us?
It frustrates me.
And oh how I hate to be frustrated!