Day: March 5, 2025

A comment in today’s telegraph newspaper about trump’s speech. At last something I agree with

Only in England can you find such a peaceful place

Philip Morris wrote:

As one who has coached corporations in public speaking let me be clear….this was NOT master class in public speaking, but rabble rousing. He broke numerous rules reminiscent of a mafia leader happy to be vindictive, to spout lies, to divide his audience, to exploit even his allies….the list goes on. You don’t win an audience by letting your narcisstic traits race to the fore.. nor by adopting a bullying, boastful & boring aggression towards so many. His economic policies may well cause a recession while his bowing to Putin is reprehensible. Compared to almost every other President before him he comes over as an arrogant, ignorant, bully, a leader without a moral compass, without calm intelligent inspiring rhetoric and dangerously naive in assuming Putin will maintain a peace. God help us!

My mind’s eye

A triolet

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet he haunts me in my dreams and in my days
I miss him for his judgment and his art
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my mind’s eye I can see him plain
Humorous and kind , a rare blessed soul
He haunts me in my dreams and in my days
The face that was familiar is no more

‘Do you overshare here often?’ Why revealing too much on a first date could be a red flag

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/mar/04/do-you-overshare-here-often-why-revealing-too-much-on-a-first-date-could-be-a-red-flag?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Bless the hand that points us past the known

I cannot mend the lamp that we both chose
The top and bottom split when  he fell down
But I can make it look as if it glows

The candle burns, has fragrance of a rose
That takes away my sadness and my frown
I cannot mend the lamp that we both chose

I find it hard to  bear the pain of loss
The concept is  more verbal than it’s noun
But in my home  the candle  brightly glows

In Blythburgh church, a lighted candle  bless
See the painted angels and their crowns!
I  will bear this breakage and its cost

I will get the strength to bear my cross
Oh,haul me, holy one, if I fall down.
Beyond  these lights we sense  the Light of God

Bless the hand that points us past the known
Where each of us must travel, perhaps alone
I cannot mend our lamp that we both chose
I  wander in my grief amongst the low