Interesting words, but how different they are in meaning from 'seeking attention', for one happens by chance, whereas the other is a deliberate attempt to make others notice us, or our achievements...
I started pondering after reading this sentence on Braja Sorensen's blog, Lost and Found in India, this morning:-
People praise the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.
Do you know people who go through life thinking the same way, underestimating the good they do and never giving themselves credit for what they've added to others' lives? I reckon we could all come up with some examples, if we tried...
Quiet People
Some walk through life without creating waves
which ruffle surface calm from day to day,
and yet their wake will leave a trail to follow
for those who seek a sign to guide their way.
...ponderings from the pen of a poet, via the heart of a human, often touched by the wicked sense of humour of an observer of oddities...
Friday, 30 August 2013
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
Turning
Yep, you can tell, the year is turning; daylight doesn't appear so insistent at 4 a.m. anymore, for which I am grateful. For too long, it had a habit of prodding my eyelids and brain into action long before my sleep-deprived body could appreciate it.
Now there is a feel and a scent in the air which reminds us, along with September, that school looms, as summer recedes into a haze...metaphorical, as well as physical at times.
Will today's youngsters remember their summers as long and idyllic, when they are old enough to start reminiscing? Or will the UK's capricious weather gods have blighted their rose coloured glasses for good? I wonder!
Anyhow, the thought prompted me to write this, just now...
O, England my England! The summer's near done.
We've had silly-type weather; some, rain, and some, sun.
But these days it always seems Over The Top...
the sun brings a heat wave, the rain floods a lot!
Where are those comfortable days of our youth?
Or am I just trying to whitewash the truth?
Were the times quite as rosy as our memories think -
or are we now teetering upon the brink
of senility's whitewashing, 'Wasn't life grand?'-
a retrospect idyll that's got out of hand!
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Time Travel Through My Blogland
This 'one thing leads to another' seems to be a recurring theme at the moment. A chance encounter with the date 17 January 2010, had me zipping back to see what I was Blogging around that time, and soon, I was having a memory fest - reading old writings and comments, in particular the ones on this post.
There, all of a sudden, the name Shrinky caught my eye, and BOOM! She shot me into the future, as it seems September lives already - at least in her corner of Blogland. Hehehe!
I've missed trolling around the magical World of Blog the way I used to, before writing courses and craft projects interrupted my computer capers over the past months. I realise how much fun I had letting my grasshopper mind do it's own thing, and making words, not pictures, the order of the day...
So I will see how going back to simply waffling pans out. Watch this space - anything could happen from here on in! :)
For Example:-
I write in prose, I write in rhyme,
but only when I have the time.
But lately, folks, I've drawn the line -
NOT to write is the biggest crime!
There, all of a sudden, the name Shrinky caught my eye, and BOOM! She shot me into the future, as it seems September lives already - at least in her corner of Blogland. Hehehe!
I've missed trolling around the magical World of Blog the way I used to, before writing courses and craft projects interrupted my computer capers over the past months. I realise how much fun I had letting my grasshopper mind do it's own thing, and making words, not pictures, the order of the day...
So I will see how going back to simply waffling pans out. Watch this space - anything could happen from here on in! :)
For Example:-
I write in prose, I write in rhyme,
but only when I have the time.
But lately, folks, I've drawn the line -
NOT to write is the biggest crime!
Friday, 9 August 2013
One thing always leads to another...
And the little jackets in my last post had No. 1 daughter wishing for a similar garment for herself, as soon as she saw those tiny versions.
After scouring the web, Sirdar patterns provided this delightful variation on a theme, but then, daughter's request was for a black one. Help! My old eyeballs quaked at the thought, but as it happens, the yarn is not causing too many problems - at least, under a good 'daylight' lamp.
But heavens to Murgatroyd! What is up with the Sirdar Pattern Department - or the printers thereof? Once again, I'm having to scribble copious notes regarding questionable figures given for the various sizes. Thank goodness for my inbuilt sense of pattern combined with common sense which has averted disasters...
But I pity any novice crochet person who attempts to slavishly follow the directions as they are printed, for I fear they would experience 'many a slip twixt cup and lip', as the saying goes.
That said, doesn't it look delightful in their leaflet's photograph? I wonder how long it will be before granddaughters start wanting one each? Hehehe! Don't you think I chose an appropriate title for this post? :)
After scouring the web, Sirdar patterns provided this delightful variation on a theme, but then, daughter's request was for a black one. Help! My old eyeballs quaked at the thought, but as it happens, the yarn is not causing too many problems - at least, under a good 'daylight' lamp.
But heavens to Murgatroyd! What is up with the Sirdar Pattern Department - or the printers thereof? Once again, I'm having to scribble copious notes regarding questionable figures given for the various sizes. Thank goodness for my inbuilt sense of pattern combined with common sense which has averted disasters...
But I pity any novice crochet person who attempts to slavishly follow the directions as they are printed, for I fear they would experience 'many a slip twixt cup and lip', as the saying goes.
That said, doesn't it look delightful in their leaflet's photograph? I wonder how long it will be before granddaughters start wanting one each? Hehehe! Don't you think I chose an appropriate title for this post? :)
Monday, 5 August 2013
No Prizes...
...for realising I've been conspicuous by my absence for yonks. I discovered many years ago, that with only so many hours in a day, there are times when something has to give - especially as I only have two hands and one brain, more's the pity. I'd like to have as many arms as an octopus.
My dexterous digits have been smitten with a knitting bug, and thereby hangs a tale - or two. I have discovered that badly written pattern instructions can cause mayhem, if they are strictly adhered to. Salvation comes when one 'plays it by ear', or rather eye, and lets instinct override the printed word.
So when I let you see a picture of two of the four small garments I've produced, don't think their size bears any relation to the hours of frustration incurred during the making thereof. Hehehe!
My dexterous digits have been smitten with a knitting bug, and thereby hangs a tale - or two. I have discovered that badly written pattern instructions can cause mayhem, if they are strictly adhered to. Salvation comes when one 'plays it by ear', or rather eye, and lets instinct override the printed word.
So when I let you see a picture of two of the four small garments I've produced, don't think their size bears any relation to the hours of frustration incurred during the making thereof. Hehehe!
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