No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee. Continue reading
Drone – photo from Pixabay.com
Growing the hedge hadn’t worked. Folks were still spying on him. Why were they so interested? He aimed his best assault rifle at the drone.
My best friend. How could you? Continue reading
Monet, Houses of Parliament from Wikimedia Commons
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear Continue reading
Happy to hear that things are looking up for Helen and her fiancé. This week’s prompt is to share a song about healing – I know this is a bit of a tenuous link, but here’s the Beatles’ Hey Jude. This song has always seemed to be about emotional recovery to me. It’s marvellous anyway. Enjoy! Continue reading
photo from pexels.com
I’ve enjoyed taking part in Kat’s weekly Twittering Tales challenge to write a tweet-sized story in response to a photo prompt. But my goodness, this one was difficult! I’ve been staring at this picture since Tuesday and scratching my head. What’s it all about? Who is she? Clothes like that make me think of some kind of ancient fortune teller but the modern day debris dumped in the undergrowth and the plastic bag she’s carrying won’t let me take that angle. Poor old lady, trudging along that muddy path in her bad outfit. What else could I do but turn you into science fiction?
A couple of weeks ago I hit ‘publish’ on a blog post, and a few minutes later received a notification from WordPress congratulating me on reaching my 200th post. So in celebration of that, today’s post is all about WordPress and the community of fellow bloggers I’ve found here. Continue reading