Sharesday!

Did anyone notice I missed Sharesday last week for the first time?! The horror! Holy bejebus the horror!

I doubt anyone actually noticed…I certainly didn’t cotton on until at least Sunday!

This week’s poem is a Dylan Thomas classic:

Rage against whatever might be trying to snuff your light my compadres! Should something be trying to halt your gallop, take a massive baseball bat and knock it out of the park!

Until next time, may your dreams be lovely and your corners be spider free!

Oh Lord!

Today’s Sharesday is dedicated to Alfred Lord Tennyson…

Not only was he an outstanding lyricist, he was also pretty handy when it came to penning a quote. And sure we all know how I feel about those!

And let’s not forget a few of his most famous lines:

The man was a romantic wizard who could have even melted this old eejits heart!

Happy Sharesday y’all!

Where is my mind?

Well I have been watching Alias Grace all week on Netflix and oh my holy bejeebus it is amazing!! There’s only six episodes and I only have one left…sniff…

Here’s the gist if you haven’t seen it (I’m still playing catch-up on Netflix so if it’s old news I apologise) It’s based on the true story of Grace Marks, an Irish-Canadian servant who was sentenced to life imprisonment for murdering her employer and his housekeeper in 1843.

In the series, a psychiatrist is sent to determine if she is insane or not. It. Is. Good.

What does this have to do with Sharesday I hear you ask? At the beginning of each episode a few lines of poetry are featured that give a hint to the true nature of what’s going on. Clever or wot??

My fave so far is this:

Emily Dickinson

This was the first time I met this poem and it just had the wow factor! I thought in just a few short lines Emily had vividly captured the descent into madness. Something about it resonated with me (I have to say I’m not too shocked). But hey ho that’s just my interpretation, maybe you have a different perspective? If so, sure let me know because I am loving this verse, it’s going in the permanent collection.

It also reminded me of that classic Pixies song Where Is My Mind which ironically was played at the end of Fight Club. Another example of a protagonist losing their marbles.

Hope you like it as much as I do, now for the last episode, after which I may cry into a pillow for 4 hours in mourning….

Sharesday!

Why not join me in a conga line?

Da da da da Sharesday! Da da da da da Sharesday!

Today’s poem is an exerpt from the Epic of Gilgamesh. For those that aren’t familiar with the poem, it was first written around 2700BC and is written about King Gilgamesh of Uruk (which is now known as Iraq).

The entire poem is about 3000 lines long and since I don’t want anyone slipping into a coma I’ve picked my favourite and probably most famous part.

Gilgamesh goes off to foreign lands in search of eternal life, but when he reaches his destination he is told he is being foolish, man is mortal and he should go home to his people:

I absolutely love this, embrace your life while you have it!

The epic features demi-Gods, immortality, death, hope and the Netherworld – it beats the hell out of Wordsworth. (Honest to God, when I was 15 if I had to read the words “I wandered lonely as a cloud” under duress one more time, I was going to go off my rocker)

The latest theme song to my life is Atmosphere – The Best Day – that chorus is mighty infectious! I’ve been boogying around to it all week!

I’m off to do another few laps of the living room… *exits stage left doing the moonwalk*

Forgetful me….

Well didn’t I nearly forget it’s that day of the week again?? Heaven forbid! I nearly ruined everyone’s weekend! *snorts tea down her nose*

Today is the start of the Easter holidays! Yahoo! Nothing but lie-ins for me and sausage with pancakes in bed for my mini-me! I tell ya, our life is hard, I really don’t know how we cope.

In keeping with yesterday’s love theme I have chosen one of my favourite love poems. It’s featured in a well known movie – 10 points to whoever can tell which one?

Another for VAK – I had to quickly brush up on my ornithology skills to find something worthy!

Coincidences

Well! Do I have a co-inky-dink to share today?! A while ago I posted the The Walking List which featured:

Sublist of Possible Walking Attire

1 A scuba suit.

2 Your pyjamas.

3 A fireman’s helmet and batman mask.

4 The Indians costume from The Village People.

5 Your birthday suit and a smile.

Well! Just yesterday while pottering round my local park, lo and behold, what should I see but 3 fine strapping gents following my fashion advice!!

Members of the Belfast branch of my fan club!

Obviously they were avid followers and not just your common or garden firemen (I’m totally omitting the fact the local bowling green was smouldering). I did a quick duck and roll into a nearby bush to avoid autographs and waited until nightfall just in case I would be accosted by adoring fans. I was afraid they would catch me taking random photos so had an “oh I’m birdwatching” spiel at the ready.

In other news, I recently kitted my house out with TiVo and Netflix. If you ever wanted to sit on your couch until your brains poured out your ear like porridge….trust me, this is the quickest route. Although it has it downfalls. I can only assume my daughter has been smuggling horror movies under her blanket. All week she has adopted a creepy throaty rasp and warned me “I will take you and bring you to my lair” while brandishing some cooking tongs. This has led to one or two musings:

  1. Obviously I’m not the parental mastermind I thought I was.
  2. Are all my internal locks secure?
  3. Does the Catholic Church deploy exorcists if you haven’t been to mass since 1991?
  4. Is it wrong to barricade an ‘under 10’ in her own room?
  5. How many hours can the human body function without sleep due to an unhinged child??

In an effort not to contemplate my demise I’ll move swiftly on…

One of my favourite blogs is The Free Will Blogger, he wrote a post the other day about parenting styles. Following on his heels I chose this poem for today…it been one of my mum’s favourites for years, which quite frankly, explains a lot.

Walk All Over Cancer update:

• Steps walked so far today: 1,260

• Steps walked so far this week: 1,260

• Steps to walk by Wednesday: 68,740

• Today’s walking weather: Belfast is still a slow starter on the Spring front. Got a few beautiful days but obviously the Weather found the effort overwhelming so now it’s dull again. Ho hum.

• Other information: Fell short of last weeks goals by about 15,000 steps thanks to Paddy’s day and the hangover that followed. I can only try, try and try again!

One more day till the weekend….

Ahoy my fellow humans!! Come aboard good friends, come aboard….

Well I’ll be honest, I got a bit of bleughy news this week so I’m not my usual self. Nothing terrible, just my little bubble has been temporarily upsetified. I’ll fill you in at a later date (or may not, I’m a fickle ‘oul cuddy that way).

On the bright side though, the Universe has a beautiful way of keeping the balance…tomorrow is Friday and Saturday is St Patrick’s Day so looking forward to a bit of the old craic! This is the first St Patrick’s Day I’ve been child/work free for seven or eight years so I’ll be making it a good ‘un!

Also the Six Nations final is on Saturday which seems to turn anyone with more than 1% of Irish blood in their system into a raving lunatic (including me! I generally hate sports – but even I end up screaming “go on ya good thing ye!!!!!!” all over the bar with no shame).

Anywho I didn’t want anyone losing sleep cos I didn’t do a Sharesday (I can hear you laughing Miriam).

While I was searching for the above I came across this:

I’d heard the “master of my fate” quote before but had never read the whole thing. I thought it was so powerful.

Well that’s me signing off for the weekend, see you all when I’m back on form. Have a good ‘un x

Your table is ready….

Ladles and Jellyspoons,

I come before you to stand behind you,

to tell you something I know nothing about.

Early in the morning in the middle of the night,

two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

and came and shot the two dead boys.

If you don’t believe this lie that’s true,

ask the blind man; he saw it too.

Congratulations!

Today is your day.

You’re off to Great Places!

You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself

any direction you choose.

You’re on your own. And you know what you know.

And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look ’em over with care.

About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”

With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,

you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any

you’ll want to go down.

In that case, of course,

you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there

in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen

and frequently do

to people as brainy

and footsy as you.

And then things start to happen,

don’t worry. Don’t stew.

Just go right along.

You’ll start happening too.

OH!

THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

You’ll be on your way up!

You’ll be seeing great sights!

You’ll join the high fliers

who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.

You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.

Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.

Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.

Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so

but, sadly, it’s true

that Bang-ups

and Hang-ups

can happen to you.

You can get all hung up

in a prickle-ly perch.

And your gang will fly on.

You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch

with an unpleasant bump.

And the chances are, then,

that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,

you’re not in for much fun.

Un-slumping yourself

is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.

Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.

A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!

Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?

How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…

or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?

Or go around back and sneak in from behind?

Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,

for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused

that you’ll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

or a bus to come, or a plane to go

or the mail to come, or the rain to go

or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

or the waiting around for a Yes or No

or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite

or waiting for the wind to fly a kite

or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake

or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

NO!

That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape

all that waiting and staying

You’ll find the bright places

where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,

once more you’ll ride high!

Ready for anything under the sky.

Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!

There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.

And the magical things you can do with that ball

will make you the winning-est winner of all.

Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be,

with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t

Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times

you’ll play lonely games too.

Games you can’t win

’cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!

Whether you like it or not,

Alone will be something

you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance

you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.

There are some, down the road between hither and yon,

that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go

though the weather be foul.

On you will go

though your enemies prowl.

On you will go

though the Hakken-Kraks howl.

Onward up many

a frightening creek,

though your arms may get sore

and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike,

And I know you’ll hike far

and face up to your problems

whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,

as you already know.

You’ll get mixed up

with many strange birds as you go.

So be sure when you step.

Step with care and great tact

and remember that Life’s

a Great Balancing Act.

Just never foget to be dexterous and deft.

And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?

Yes! You will, indeed!

(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So…

be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray

or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,

You’re off the Great Places!

Today is your day!

Your mountain is waiting.

So…get on your way!

A huge shout out to all the magnificent women everywhere on this lovely planet who made the world a better place just by waking up this morning! Ladies….I salute thee!!

I always thought this song sums up women perfectly:

She’s Always A Woman To Me – Billy Joel

Walk All Over Cancer update:

• Steps walked so far today: 1,877

• Steps walked so far this week: 1,877

• Steps to walk by Wednesday: 68,123

• Today’s walking weather: Not 100% sure, but I did some curtain twitching and it doesn’t look too bad.

• Other information: Not much walking done today because my baby bird is pooped and in currently in dreamland swimming with unicorns.

Some curtains.

It’s here again…

I’ve noticed I wake with a post idea in my brain but then get distracted by, oh…I dunno…a bee or a shiny sweetie wrapper and end up posting something entirely different. That said I’ll keep this weeks original poem in the vaults and run with this little offering instead:

I stumbled across this wee gem accidentally on Google and thought it was well worth a mention. As I continue to avoid popping the button on my pre-Christmas jeans with a force that will surely prove fatal to an innocent bystander, I found it rather comforting.

To quote Dorothy Parker who featured on my last Sharesday:

I for one, am build for comfort, not for speed and it’s nice to see the author high-fiving all our glorious shapes and sizes. Katherine Derengowski…I salute thee!

As usual if you fancy sharing your own favourites, post a comment, do a pingback or scribble it on a post-it and strap it to the foot of a carrier pigeon – I ain’t fussy. Good day to you all!