Hi Folks. Glad you came by. It’s my birthday today, so thanks for sharing it with me. In return, I’d like to share a couple of things with you.
First, I’m hard at work writing a novel. Throughout a good part of my adult life I’ve wished that I could simply stay at home and write. Well, I couldn’t, because I was a single mom of three kids. We were on our own since they were all under five years of age, and I had to work to support us. As they got older, I did spend time in the evenings writing, but honestly, I let too much of life distract me. Excuses aside, time passed, my children grew up, my career got more demanding. Continue reading →
We’re going back in time, today. Back to my childhood. Maybe, back to yours. So, here is a fun little ditty I want to share with you. It’s referred to as a “nonsense rhyme”, such as “The Jabberwocky” was. I don’t recall if my parents taught it to me (they were a Boy Scout leader and a Girl Scout Leader), or I picked it up at the many camps I attended during my summers. (Yes, I’ve been to both Girl AND Boy Scout Camps. That’s a story for another time!)
Either way, I immediately memorized it for ease of recitation. It was so much fun; I thought it would make others laugh, too. When my kids were young, I taught it to them. They thought it was hilarious. Perhaps it’s something you’ll recognize with fond memories. Continue reading →
William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939), Irish poet and dramatist (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The poetry of life. It can make you laugh or cry; throw something in disgust; or stare blankly out a window, pondering new meanings. However you react, poetry effects you. I have favorites for different moods. One I cherish most is entitled “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by William Butler Yeats.
As you read this poem, let the words act as a paintbrush, drawing the scenes in your mind. Let your imagination flow with it. Feel the desire, the longing, the wish for a simpler life in a simpler place. In our own busy, hurried lives, full of people and things demanding our time and attention, Yeats offers us a chance to escape. Continue reading →