I’m using the run up to the holidays to ask friends for their support and ask if you would donate a small amount by using my donation button below (any country) or text BGON64 to 70070 (for those here in the UK) to give whatever you can (even the price of a solitary cuppa) to help Cancer Research and Breast Cancer Research. As a breast cancer survivor, I can sincerely say that your help is more than appreciated.
Cancer Research is not government funded and is responsible for a high percentage of the major breakthroughs we have seen to date. One of those drugs saved my life. Without you and me, those breakthroughs will not happen. Regardless of the amount or where you live in this world, your generosity will one day give the gift of life.
On the JustGiving page, you will find verification. It will also tell you all about my story, reasons and action plan I’ve used and for the foreseeable future. As you will read, I had a set back due to illness, but will be continuing and getting out there in 2019!
Thank you very much!
I’m apparently celebrating three years of WordPress, which also means, I am reminded of the reason for my blog and the bare, three years without my dad. But, please, when you find yourself there, do not despair; remember that life happens. It is what it is. Enjoy your life, regardless. I know he would be thrilled that I have embraced more than he ever saw as an inclination within me. I got married. I continued to write, became published, even became the activist in word and deed. He always saw that, but I did not.
I don’t have it in me at present to write. I could reblog, but for me, that doesn’t always matter. What does matter is that the souls of the young are not tarnished, not disillusioned by life in whatever form it manifests. I can just ask from experience that you – love it, live it, create, and be your best to help this world and those that inhabit it. We are ALL sentient beings with feelings. To that end, we must campaign, build a better life for us and those without a voice. We need to campaign, petition and nag our political parties to eradicate endless suffering of us and our animal counterparts. We should not be allowed to rule with impunity… simply because we can! Climate change is real as is death and taxes. Learn from it. Use it. If only to leave behind common decency.
Golden yellow cups
dressing the fields in harmony
soon drowned in water
Cotinus Young Lady-SmokeBush-writingasitcomes
Been gardening again… love this plant.
Strokes of moonlight smother
whispers of the smoke bush
wavering against twilight’s
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.
Subdued, hushed panicles warp,
inside black steel ripples
made by water splashed sedge warblers
flung across the sheen of bleak, black,
where streaks of my childhood run
wildly ‘til they bleed into the perfect wash –
disrupted only briefly by daubs of
my more morbid notions –
a thousand indigo butterflies
dotted like inky death
become pinned to the eerie flatness of water
and of life –
finally, my drowning memories
are absorbed by stagnant fluid –
the whispers are hushed in the black, dead air
where mosquitoes live instead,
and for the first time, I begin to thrive.
Memories are slim chance shadows
That glide between the light and darkness
Imagination is a fat cat
Waiting to swell our indifferences
Hope is a ritual seizing of every chance we have
Breathing is an exercise performed daily
Waiting is a nervous habit, what are we waiting for?
Doom is nearby and calling cards are left
Defiantly… What are we going to do?
If you don’t believe the earth is not flat
Or that it revolves around the sun…
Heatwaves make us reach
Frost’s fingers plunge into earth
In search of relief
Fire after fire, drought after drought, fires in Antarctica! – Remove the fossils and keep the other fossils underground… then our young might breathe with ease. Do your part in your own bubble and fight back. Just say No! Stop the plastic tap. Help stop fossil fuel pollution (acclimatise to find other jobs). Wake up to tyranny (trade wars and counter productive subsidies). Enough is enough, all at the expense of our future and global harmony. Cretins come and go, make this one go! Deniers are brainwashed zombies… just wake up!
Hi. I am once again calling on friends here in the writing community at WordPress for your support in asking if you would either donate a small amount by using my donation button below (any country) or text BGON64 to 70070 (for those here in the UK) to give whatever you can (even the price of your next cuppa) to help Cancer Research and Breast Cancer Research. As a breast cancer survivor, I can sincerely say that your help is more than appreciated.
Cancer Research is not government funded and is responsible for a high percentage of the major breakthroughs we have seen to date. Without you and me, those breakthroughs will not happen. So don’t let this being UK based put you off donating. Regardless of your country, your generosity will one day give the gift of life to the world.
The Just Giving page is verification and will also tell you all about my own reasons and action plan for the foreseeable future.
Thank you very much!
Immaculada de Soul: Murillo, Bartolomé Esteban
I speak low lest
my love evaporates
before e’en kissed
by your infant’s breath,
and beg before day’s
ascends to nightfall;
small child, look at me
one last time
before you crawl away as slow
as time roams vast.
Too soon tomorrow’s
with the chirps of sweet song,
will bow to cradle this dear life –
and since time nor death
show mercy –
warm arms, other than mine
shall hold him, and voyage with him
to a strange, beatific world,
where all will be waiting.