Sometimes I think my mind is on another planet, or even another dimension where it’s writing with gusto leaving me blank and pallid so I apologise for my silence lately. The feelings I have to be able to write just aren’t around and I’m not going to force the words to appear.
However, I have been reading quite a bit and as you can see on the right there I am currently reading the huge four volume A Short History of the English People by John Richard Green. I’m about three quarters through volume 2 and Queen Elizabeth is on the throne being pestered by Queen Mary of Scots. I’m also reading Sir Walter Scott’s Lay of the Last Minstrel.
Previous to this I read a wonderful book by Marie Corelli called The Sorrows of Satan and if you get a chance I recommend it. Here are two quotes from the many excellent examples of her writing in the book.
…Be sure that if you are unhappily celebrated for either beauty, wit, intellect, or all three together, halfsociety wishes you dead already, and the other half tries to make you as wretched as possible while you are alive…
…To be missed at all when you die, some one must love you very deeply and unselfishly; and deep unselfish love is rarer to find among mortals than a pearl in a dust-bin…
I hope to be back soon with poems.
Happy Sunday and thanks for visiting 🙂
My laptop is working again, but I’m not sure how long it’ll last so at some point I’ll need to buy a new one.
Apart from the laptop being busted I think I have been too. I know I’ve done this before but I’m doing it again and deleting my social media accounts. Facebook went in January and today I’m deleting my Twitter and Instagram accounts.
I don’t spend much time interacting on those platforms apart from the occasional poem on Twitter and uploading photos of what I’m reading or just general stuff including some of my writings to Instagram. I spend more time scrolling life away and not connecting with folk as I’m not all that good with the social side of things so it’s time for them to go.
This of course means I’ll have more time to spend here on WordPress, or at least that’s the plan.
Thanks for your continued support.
I’ve had a lovely review from Betty for my latest poetry book, Pregnant with Death.
Thanks chockymuch, Betty 🙂
And flip. The reason I’m quiet on here at the moment is because my laptop has died and I don’t like to use this WordPress app on my phone too often. It’s just so finicky to operate.
The laptop has had a good life (about 12 years old) and has seen me through some experiences, helped me publish six books and we’ve made many friends through WordPress over the years.
So hip hip hooray to you my friend and farewell.
Hopefully it won’t be too long before I find a replacement but these things can take time as there’s so many out there nowadays!
Thanks again, Betty!
A quick update on my new book of poetry.
I’ve uploaded the pdf, the cover images and played about with the cover maker on Lulu. It did say however that my image might not print as expected, something to do with frame rate but I’ve read that others have gone ahead and printed and it’s come out fine so I’ll wait and see as I’ve just ordered a proof copy 😀
So fingers crossed that I’ll soon be anouncing the new book and a competition (although I said this the last time with Broken Roses and forgot!).
It carries on, in a way, from Broken Roses and hopefully it runs neat from dark to light, or lightish hehe and also I have it so it’s kind of cicular.
And it’s called … hmmm not yet 😀
You may have noticed I have changed my header wording. The site is still the same but instead of calling it Like the sun shone it is now called A Gap in the Clouds which is the same as the site’s web address.
Also as you can see from the photo I am in the process of editing and sorting my latest poetry collection. While I was sorting them last night I noticed that there was a nice little pile with a nature theme running through them so I think I shall put them aside for now and concentrate on the original idea with the rest of the poems.
The book will, in a way, carry on from the last book Broken Roses but not so dark. I do have a title and I like it but I think it will more than likely change so I’ll keep quiet for now.
It was such a long time ago when she gave me a gift; I didn’t know what it meant, perhaps I still don’t. Time is a distant memory and it was a very long time ago, but so is now and we have so little of it. Looking back I see I can fold time and see her, but not see her.
This memory thing we have, this prophetic voice inside us tells us things we remember and we use these things to prophesize our lives. All because of time and our running out of it. We believe in something ghostly. We trust in something distant from our understanding and so we live not for ourselves but for our memories of time yet within us knowledge exists and so we listen to the teachers, but are they right or wrong?
A little side note here.
I am currently working on my new collection of poetry, similar in size to Broken Roses and kind of carrying on from that book but not so dark and deathly. This was the last poem I was going to include and thought it would work as a prose poem but seeing it like this I don’t think it does as it reads more as an essay type thing so here it is for you all to peruse.
Thank you again to those who have bought my books, you’re all very my appreciated.
For a while now I’ve had some health problems and a couple of weeks ago I was prescribed medication to help.
Now I’m not after any sympathy or ought like that as I don’t generally talk about stuff like this but I just wanted give the reason for this post and introduce the power of nature to listen to us and reply in her own way.
As far as I could tell the medication helped but came with headaches of the ridiculous kind. 12 hours a day for 7 days and it said they go away after a week or two. On the 7th day I could take the pain no longer as each day seemed worse than the previous and on that day I was in tears. I just could not move without the pain cutting me short and making me quite dizzy and unstable. Needless to say I am no longer on that medication and am now all good except of course the aforesaid health problems which should be sorted in a month or two.
I always talk to my house plants, I have a nice Weeping Fig; Ficus benjamina and a lovely Dragon plant; Dracaena marginata and quite a few Peace Lilies; Spathiphyllum.
On the 6th day of the pain I could barely move without my head feeling like it was being attacked with even more hot stabbing pokers or needles. My body was getting stressed and I gradually became quite hot. I didn’t know what to do as pain killers just bounced off the pain even the ones the doctors prescribed.
So I put my faith in Nature and my plants because a while back I read that plants are aware of our thoughts (Caretakers of the Cosmas by Gary Lachman and Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins & Christopher Bird).
The sky was clear and blue without a cloud and the weather unseasonably warm. As I said I was getting stressed and rather hot so I sat in front of the Dragon plant and with both hands wrapped around its trunk I asked for help. I just sat and asked and asked. I sat there for about 30 minutes or so and then all of a sudden the sky changed and for about the next ten minutes it hailed! Lots of nice cold hail stones fell and my room temperature dropped. It was just perfect. I stood and watched it and as I cooled and relaxed I smiled and thanked her.
My headache was still as painful but I was much cooler and more relaxed.
Nature at her best?
I’ll let you decide, but for me the universe, she, came to my rescue.