If I could spread flowers
Beneath my feet
And perfume the air
If I could make manna
From heaven, fall
If I could grow fruit
With taste and tang, sweet
Surround myself in clouds
Of lovely hue?
I’d STILL
Be fed up!
Hmph!
Fed up
Tag: Thinking
Imagination
What gives you direction in life?
Imagining a direction to take
Decisions made when I wake,
Thoughts my mind makes….
It’s a hard question when you get older and most of your life is behind you. I’m not very religious, so mainly I want to stay safe and keep going. No one wants bad things to happen.
I guess what direction I take could include going round in circles, always turning right, heading north. But mainly it’s just survival. Not in a preppy, survivalist sort of way, but just managing with what we’ve got, helping others when we can. Not expecting too much. Just trying to support each other. It’s not always easy, and questions have to be asked about whether the direction we are heading in now is still the right one.
The world should be fair for everyone. I know that’s a hard thing to expect, and people can be selfish and jealous of what they have. But I hope people will consider others as well as themselves. I think John Lennons song ‘Imagine’ is a good thing to follow…..
Art means a lot
Art everywhere,
Art and design
The world needs
Art
Life would be boring
Without it
Clothes, cars, wallpaper?
Bags, book covers, magazines
Adverts and films
Whatever we do
If its not in nature
It could come from you!
Create a pattern
Knit a dress
I love art
I must confess!
Onomatopoeia ?
Glung! The springs in my bed make that noise. Shhhhh the wind in the trees.
It’s the word that is written that sounds like the sound that is being made. Cats Miaow (or miroaw), sheep go Bahh. So lambs are called Baa Lambs. There is a Baa lamb hill near here.
Just thinking, maybe that’s how language started? Imitating sounds, and then other describing words. How can we know.
Translation of language was helped by the Rosetta stone which had three languages carved into it. Because each was a translation of the previous one it took linguists back in time to understand ancient voices.
Blue
Lapis lazuli
I love you
Blue rock heated
Sulphur in it
See the world
As a blue marble
A small blue dot
In infinite space.
Now we know
Other blue planets
But is there water
On those orbs?
Most of it!
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?
OK, but why?
The Earth is quite a large planet to humans, but it is also a finite place. It doesn’t go on for ever and it has limited resources.
I know there are wonderful places to visit and also terrible places, it depends mainly on human activity. We may preserve a place or tear it apart. Every time a person travels though they have a carbon footprint, the amount of carbon dioxide that is produced by the vehicle you travel in, what energy it takes to make it and what is used to fuel the vehicle.
But with satellites, television and the Internet I can visit almost every corner of the world without actually going there. So why should I? I visit places in the UK because it doesn’t cause too much pollution. If I could, I would cycle to where I want to visit. If I want to go abroad I would prefer to use a sailboat or at the most a ferry. I don’t want to fly unless there are solar powered planes.
Another reason not to travel is the fear of disease. There have been films about escaped viruses and diseases, but I never thought I would experience a real pandemic. I guess it’s a case of once bitten, twice shy. I don’t know what I might catch ‘out there’. I am not xenophobic, I’m happy for anyone to come here. I just want people to think first. Do you need to visit, do you want to increase your carbon footprint? It’s a different situation if you are fleeing violence or oppression, then in my opinion you are very welcome. The world is a strange place. I’m lucky to be here.
Five letters
I’m still playing…
Stray, spice, slope…
Wordle got me
Fight, gates, grape….
I hear these words in my head
Trawl, choice, fears….
Saying words that fit the frame
Frame, banes, party….
Driving me madly badly silly
Batty, ratty, tatty…
Some American spellings catch me out
About, spout, trout,
Not the above!
But humour or humor?
But now my mind
Ticks… Tocks… Evoke….
Five letter W. O. R. D. S
Owlish
A small turquoise and blue painting of two owls I painted a few years ago. I want to do a few more like this, semi realistic but with a bit of quirkiness.
I’ve got a small craft table in June and I need to restock my paintings. I’ll post about the craft fair soon.
I’m asking for suggestions for small paintings, ideas for new pictures? These will be matchbox sized or slightly bigger. I need to do some paintings of bees on flowers. I painted giraffes against sunsets. I might add some metallic paint again.
I just want to get going. But I’m a bit blocked mentally at the moment. I look at me easle and think, tomorrow? But that begins tomorrow again…. Life is strange.
Password protected?
A friend has just posted here and the notes with it say the post is password protected. It says go directly to the post.. But when you click on the post it says ‘you are not authorised to view this post’
So how do I view it. I tried to link to his site but it wouldn’t work. Should I post to another of his posts to tell him? I hope he (I’m assuming it’s a he?) sees this and either changes it or posts how to open it?
Lots of questions. I sometimes see posts that you can read but that you cannot ‘like’ I suppose that is fair enough, except its like ghosting yourself? They won’t know if you would like to appreciate their writing.
So anyway, sorry to witter on, you know what it’s like, you just have to ask sometimes!
I’m late!
Time, delay, late, always late.
I can’t sleep due to insomnia. So when and if I do sleep I can’t always get up.
So I’m late, it takes me time to get ready, I have the best intentions, but by the time I’m sorted out its sometimes too late to get things done or go somewhere. I do hate it, thank goodness I don’t have early starts at work like I used to.
My car clock broke (I think its mechanical mechanism froze this winter), so I don’t rush to appointments any more, I’m not trying to beat the clock as it isn’t there. I have to try and work the time out by listening to the radio. If the shipping forecast is on I know it’s either very early or late at night!
Mallaband-Brown 