A bird in the hand Is not worth Two in the bush The two in the bush are free The one in the hand will wither The two in the bush will multiply Bring forth bounty The one in the hand will need feeding Care and Tenderness The hand that holds Is neither tender nor caring
Swords and bows Chivalry and Justice Robbing to rich To pay the poor King’s who were not above the law And magic Ancient lore These were the stories That filled my head before bed What happened to those times?
Life these days
Seems impossible
We have to remember
These obstacles
These weights and walls
Were made by us
We just have to find the strength
To remove them
You fly the yellow and blue flag
You welcome them with open arms
This is all good
It is the least we can do
But you
Left children to drown in terror
Because they did not look like us
Their bones
Will contend you
Fires rage
But not here
Bombs fall
But not here
People starve
But not here
Only when this comfort zone
Is breached
Will we really act
But our ability to do so
Will be inadeqaute
It’s getting a struggle to keep going lately. I have missed four or five days of my own daily prompts – which I am about to go back and try to catch up on. But it all seems a bit pointless right now. None of the effort seems to be paying any dividends. It is not driving any sales of my books and I am not earning any other income from it.
But then again that was never the point – the main point is for my own mental well being – it’s my outlet. But now its reached the point of being a struggle to keep posting – even that benefit seems to be gone.
And on top of that – like many people, the cost of living is squeezing me and my renewal for the plan I am on is coming up and I simply cannot afford it. This doesn’t mean I have to scrap it all, but I would have to revert to the free plan and then I would lose my own domain name and possibly all the followers I have built up. Unless some kind millionaire happens upon the site (or a few less well off people make a couple of small donations via Paypal – see below) I don’t think I really have a choice.
Keeping the dream alive
A way of making a donation to keep this site alive – just for me to cover the costs of running it. Which is less than £100 for the year but which I cannot afford.
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland. What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply — it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.
Look into the eyes of the dragon and despair. The beast is released. They thought it tame Thought it was a game Now It’s free And they will pay the consequences Of their fear
Image from Pixabay
The quote, the first line of the poem, is from my favourite film, Excalibur by John Boorman, spoken by Merlin.
The story of the impossible
The impossible climb
Save the last dance for me
While the world burns around us
I’m a believer
But I cannot believe what I see
Walk away
Never really a choice
Nights in white satin
But no knights to defend
Ignoring the suggestion again and instead, I am taking the first five random songs from a mix that my music player gave me – which is a mix of my own chosen songs and others it suggests I might like. So the five titles I interspersed with my thoughts.