Mystery Blogger Award

Mystery Blogger Award

This Is my mumbleth award on this blog, which was only inaugurated on the 1st of April this year – so you could say that I’m still a new blogger. What a great way to keep me motivated and inspired!

It’s been amazing getting to know different inspiring bloggers and their wonderful blogs. I am totally blessed to be a part of this community.

I would love to thank Grace Bey for nominating me on this post. She is an awesome blogger, an amazing writer and inspiration to me. Since I’ve known her she has supported me on this blog and in such an inspiring and energetic way. Do check her out and if you haven’t followed her – do it now!!

Rules:

  • Display the award logo/image on your blog
  • List the rules.
  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to the nominator’s blog.
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  • Answer 5 questions from the nominator
  • Nominate 10 -20 bloggers
  • Notify your nominees by leaving the nomination link in the “comment” of their blog
  • Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice, with one weird or funny question (specify)
  • Share the link(s) to your best post(s)

Three things about me:

  • I’m shyly ambitious,
  • Awesomely talented and
  • Quite, quite charming (and if only I could crack this humility thing, I’d be perfect).

Questions:

  1. What inspires you to write?
    My own dreams and desires seek expression in the world
  2. If you were given an opportunity to make a change in the world, what change would that be and why?
    I would have us all see that it all makes sense – because it does.
  3. What are your views on the afterlife?
    This is the afterlife that came after the last afterlife and comes before the next one.
  4. What is the craziest thing you have done?
    Fallen in love with myself.
  5. What would you do if someone picked their nose in front of you? (haha)
    I would twine my arm with theirs and pick my own nose. (hahaha)

 

My Nominees:

I’m only going to name ten here, but if you are reading this, and feel inspired – consider yourself nominated. Just let me know in the comments and I’ll add a link to your blog below.

  1. Magarisa
  2. Clare
  3. Yasmin
  4. Kristen
  5. Amelia
  6. Blossy Girl
  7. C White
  8. Dahlia
  9. Vannessa
  10. Joss

My Questions:

  1. Where did you come from?
  2. How did you get here?
  3. What are you going to do now that you’ve arrived?
  4. Where will you go next?
  5. What will you do there?

My Best Post:

Here are some of my best posts for you to check out:

  1. What He Did Next
  2. Gone Sun Gone
  3. How To Get more Followers!
  4. Show and Tell
  5. Orphaned Paper

You are all amazing people and talented writers.
Keep on being the best you that you can be.
Keep on writing your heart out.
Keep inspiring the world.
I love you all. ❤

Am I A Cannibal?

That feeling you get when you’re eating your sandwich and you notice that a crumb has fallen onto your lap and so you reach down, grab it and pop it into your mouth only to discover that it’s not a crumb at all, it’s a flake of skin from your peeling, sunburnt arms.

And then you wonder if that makes you into a cannibal.

sandwich

 

Little Mix

Little MixI’m at that age. It’s official. I’ve reached the time in my life when young girls working in charity book shops give me amused (and rather surprised) glances when they catch me whistling a tune that’s in the current Official UK Top 40.

The song I refer to is Touch by Little Mix and I guess that I kinda know why I got that glance. Little Mix are a band for teenage girls and I am not part of that select demographic. Not by a long chalk.

The fact that this catchy little tune took me a good deal of effort to master apparently stands for nothing. Truth is, the off beat, syncopated rhythm of ‘just the touch of your love is enough to knock me off my feet all week’ required a great deal of practice before I had it off pat. Don’t believe it’s that hard? Just try it for yourself – you’ll see what I mean.

Can I make a confession here? I love Little Mix. No, no, it’s nothing to do with their looks – I actually find the faces of at least two of them to be a little … strange to be honest. And it’s not all to do with the way they shake their booty on stage and video, although they do seem to be rather good at that sort of thing. No – it’s more to do with their songs.

If you listen to them, you’ll know what I mean – they are inventive and catchy and packed full of hooks. The bass line on Touch is sublime, the ending to Power, not to mention the beginning and middle, is … well, powerful, the lyrics to Shout Out To My Ex, despite being about a breakup, are, frankly, extremely uplifting and supportive – and that’s just scratching the surface of a back catalogue packed full of smash hits.

I’m not at all sure why these songs resonate with me so much – I mean, there are other girl-bands out there that are just as successful, and I’ve actually never been especially into this kind of music, having leant more towards the goth / post-punk / indie / madchester / ska / glam-rock end of the spectrum in the past.

Perhaps they have found a place in my heart because these songs and their singers seem to celebrate life at a time when I feel that this trait is increasingly important – not just to me, but to the entire world. It may be a cliché, but love really is what makes the world go around. These songs are sugar-coated by sweet love and glittery life, and anything that adds this to our collective existence has my vote. Little Mix for President!


(Thanks to Clare, who inspired me to write about Little Mix by doing this: https://clarestandish.wordpress.com/2017/06/26/little-mix/)

Quarks and Quirks

Spooky Ouse

The driver breathes into the sky.
His breath disappears into twilight.

After the car vanished from sight.
When the last ripples had died away.
He was left to sit and ponder his life.

On a bench by the river,
Clothes soaking wet.
One life pulled from the depths.
Another lost beneath.

Still your mind.
None of that was real.

Neither his wet clothing nor his presence on the bench.
Neither his clothing nor his presence.
Neither him nor I.
We are not.

Are you real?
Do you sit or do you stand?
Does the air move in and out of your lungs?
Do you seek to escape and find a new home far away?

If you …
If I …
If we were to meet and fuse – our particles becoming exotic fields of quarks and quirk. If we were to combine in a bubble and fizz of chemical interaction. If one and one were to become the square root of nine and we were equal to that challenge.

But there are worlds and words with no place for us.
This is as far as we get.
As far as we go.
So go.
Go slow as you walk away from me.
Take all you can bear to carry.
Take the heart and the part of me that belongs to you truly.
Stretch the moment.
Leave my eyes.

We
Were
Never
Even
We
When
We
Were
There.

So what chance do we have?
Now that we are
Gone.

Visiting

People are like toilets – always best to go to them in person. Although having said that, having a pee on WordPress is, for sure, my second favourite option. I mean – can you imagine trying to email your wee?! Ick!