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| My cousin, who is a Pulmonologist, is also a poet and musician. His wife and he host an event called Souls Connect at their home, as and when they are able to - usually once in two or three months. There was an event on Sunday which sixteen people attended. People shared their poetry, sang songs and talked. There were samosas and chai. |
| Words: 368 For "We Want Peace Contest" Mother Teresa said What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family. This is so true. Our characters are formed at home - which means, to start with, we must have a home. A steady home, a safe home. Physically, intellectually, spiritually and emotionally safe. A home where hard work, creativity and kindness are rewarded, mistakes, while forgiven, are gently and firmly corrected, and ethics and integrity are modeled and expected. The unfortunate thing is, we live in a world of short-cuts, and this includes short-cuts in parenting. Don't want to spend time with your child? Get an electronic babysitter, or compensate with material things. Don't want to hold the child accountable? Blame the teacher, the neighbor, society ... everyone else. Make excuses. Hence entitlement and the inability to see another point of view. Hence the disregard of one's own responsibility in creating a given situation. You can't value others if you haven't been taught to value yourself. It is when you consider yourself worthy that you'll hold yourself up to high standards, and admit it when you've disappointed yourself. If, on the other hand, you consider yourself to be worthless, you won't see the worth of anything - and hence won't care if it is destroyed. Be it an object, a living being, an idea or a value, you won't be able to cherish it. When people are hungry for power because they don't feel fulfilled in other ways, they think that power is gained by tearing down instead of building up. Hence the lack of peace. At all levels in the hierarchy, those who order or indulge in violence are most likely those who haven't felt loved as children. I think this is changing. I think the current generation is growing up to realize some things their forebears didn't, and I hope this means more love in the world, and more peace. Young children now show awareness for the environment. They overlook differences in race, religion and social class. Hopefully, when they become parents, they'll pass these values on. Then we'll have a world in which building up is valued, not tearing down. Yes, dearest Mother. You are wise. I only hope everyone listens. |
| Words: 290 For "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" "Be careful, my dear," Evelyn drawled. "Make sure you polish each nail evenly. Last time you didn't put the second coat on the pinkie, and that just won't do you know." "I'm sorry," Helen murmured. She would've liked to tell Evelyn exactly where she could put her pinkie, but didn't dare to speak her mind. She had landed this beauty-parlour job with difficulty and didn't want to get the sack for offending a rich customer. She had to prove to the world, and to her parents, and to herself, that she could hold a job - that she was capable and independent. Ironic that being capable and independent involved being subservient and meek sometimes. She continued with the manicure, filing the dainty nails on the smooth fingers. Evelyn was telling her something. From the tone, it was something she was proud of. "That's nice," Helen responded, hoping it would do. "Nice? Why my Christopher is heading the branch. That's why I have to look perfect for this party, you know. Two hundred employees and their spouses, and I'm the chief's wife. Now you be careful with that pinkie, dearie." "Helen?" came a voice from the reception. "Have you put your mobile off?" "Yes, I always do when I'm manicuring," she called back. "Why?" "Your Dad called on the landline. He said be home early, he's decided you and your Mom are going to the office party with him." "Oh, you're going to an office party too?" Evelyn cooed. "It's marvellous, but do you have a good enough dress? And where does your Dad work, dearie?" Helen looked her in the eye and replied, "He founded the Mega Company, and he owns it, Ma'am. I believe your husband heads the local branch." |
| Had a good Harry potter meet today. Discussed 'poetry' in the Potter books. Mainly the Sorting Hat songs, but also the 'love' songs, the mocking rhymes of Peeves, the riddles and puzzles and 'Weasley is Our King'. Was fun! |
 Little Goldie was excited. She had her new outfit on and was all ready to go and see the fireworks. She was going with her Dad and her brother, Ben. "Mom, I wish you'd come too," she said. "I wish I could, dear, but someone has to stay with Snoopy." "Let's take Snoopy along," Ben suggested. "Now you know dogs are scared of fireworks and besides he's just had his vaccination. Snoopy needs to rest at home and I'll be quite all right with him." The three of them got in the car. Mom waved goodbye and Snoopy barked after them. "Dad, what does Independence mean?" Goldie asked suddenly. "It means Freedom," Dad replied. "When we are not ruled by anyone else." "But Mom is ruled by Snoopy," Goldie protested. "Otherwise she would've come with us." "Not like that, silly," Ben scoffed. "You're too little to understand." "You explain, then," Dad said to Ben. "Well, it means like the Statue of Liberty," Ben said. "You can breathe free." "Statues don't breathe," Goldie retorted. They reached their destination. There were hundreds of people there, carrying flags and balloons. People of all ages, of all races. Little babies sat on adult shoulders, great-grandparents in wheelchairs cheered like everyone else. Goldie felt something stir in her heart. "Happy Independence Day!" she cried out, with sudden understsnding. Words: 223 "The Bard's Hall Contest" StephBee  Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ  |
| For "Note:
48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Deadl..." I wish I could express myself the way she does. Over the years, I haven't been able to tell one or two guys my feelings for them - I guess I'm too scared of rejection and spoiling a friendship. The only relationship I had was 'arranged'. I was engaged to the guy for six months till he broke it off suddenly on his mother's orders. I heard, from a mutual friend, that he cried a lot after that. Anyway, I've always felt inadequate as a woman because I haven't had a proper relationship. I know I don't need validation - blah blah - at an intellectual level, but not at an emotional level. It doesn't help that the airwaves are full of messages like 'you're nobody till somebody loves you'. They mean romantic love - and in this case, I'm nobody. This song just made me think that maybe if I could express myself better things would be different. |
| Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee "The Bard's Hall Contest" Prayer of Thanks At my eye check up last month, my glaucoma medications had to be altered as they weren't as effective on me any more. I went for the follow up check up today and the eye pressure is going back to normal. It's good progress and I am very grateful! This afternoon I'll go to a poetry meet up so that I feel more 'normal' again!  Happy Saturday, all. |
| Getting nervous Now, Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee - look what you did!What did we do, you ask? And you may very well ask, young ladies. Well, you've commented efficiently on every blog post of mine for "The Bard's Hall Contest" - except "Bard's Hall Blog Contest June 2025 - Entry #21" .Do you know how nervous that makes me? I've been wondering if I got my settings wrong and set it to private by mistake (I didn't), or if there's a smut on my nose in the picture of me (there isn't and if there was you wouldn't see it, the pic isn't big enough) or if you don't like my art. Please put me out of my misery and tell me that you love my post and love me (though the latter I take for granted.  )I love both of you.   |
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