So sad seems the little boat tied to shore as if it didn’t belong there. But our destiny is not the open sea. It’s not the arduous transit through rough waters, or dull clear skies. It’s not the moment when the waters open up and cry “drown in me.” Our destiny is the dock on the other shore. Click on picture to go to hub.
Dona Nobis Pacem is Latin for Grant Us Peace. Today is Blog Blast for Peace day. My flag comes with 13 images that were previously posted on my blog. They aren’t all peaceful, but they all make me think of something to do with peace. In order to get the permalink from this post you must both put your URL in the Mr. Linky thing and leave a comment More Thursday Thirteen participants can be found here And here. As […]
While there may have been some who viewed the George IV’s imminent demise with sorrow, this outlook was not shared by many of those who knew him best. Which certainly says something. His brothers were beside themselves at the prospect of better days. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the government spend real money on them for a change? The people the King counted as real friends were pretty much gone. Fox had died long ago, the Earl of Moira, […]
I’ve been playing around with my sidebar lately. You may have noticed a couple of odd “badges” appearing there. On is NaNoWriMo and the other is NaBloPoMo. Unless you’ve encountered them before, you probably have no idea what’s going on. So I’ll explain. Every November the writing community gears up for one of our biggest challenges – to write an entire novel in a month. Whether you write Romance, or Science Fiction, or great literature you can participate. You don’t […]
Jill: Hey! What are you guys up to? Are you going out? Jack: Yeah. Well, I’m not sure how we all ended up gussied up, but we did. Seems a waste to stay home. Jill: Wait for me! I want to go too! Let me go get my bag. Jack: Hey, wait a minute! Jill: Argh! I can’t find it. Jill: Well shoot! I guess we’ll have to bag the whole thing. Today’s theme is bags Previously in Jack and […]
“What’s going on?” Suzie tapped the door to Drew’s room lightly. She could see quite well what was going on. Drew was packing. Her question was why was Gene helping him? “Oh. I was just.” Gene sprung to his feet. He flushed slightly and glanced around the floor like he might have misplaced something there. He glanced out the door with a wrinkled brow. “I’ll go.”
A dark suspicion haunts me. I can not shake it, as if fate could corner me with treachery and embarrassment. This Deja Vous creeps along my awareness with cold feet. Must. I must. I must check and re-check. with a click in a fellow blogger’s comment stream my worst fears are realized. I AM repeating myself. Click on picture to go to hub.