I am from the island of Mauritius, near the big island Madagascar in the Indian Ocean. Just would like peace between Israel and Palestine-Gaza and terrorism will die. What we see on the media is not really the truth. There are hearts that beat behind uniforms. Brainwashed militants or numbed soldiers in solitude do think about buried precious moments from their lives: mums, a dear dog or a fragile bird.
Even positive change can lead to anxiety, and it can take time to readjust to things we have not done for a while.
Feelings of anxiety are likely to pass with time as we get used to the “new normal” but it’s important to do what we can to take care of our mental health.
You see, I think it’s more important to find out what really matters to you than to be good at something.You see, I think it’s more important to find out what really matters to you than to be good at something.
You don’t do e-mail, you don’t have a cell phone, or anything related to the world of technology?
AP: Because I want less communication, not more. And because I feel like I don’t want to be in easy contact with lots of people I don’t know. I’m not boasting about this but I’m not excited by the World Wide Web, if you see what I mean. I don’t feel like I want many, many more contacts
Although Stan was 102, he still rode his bike locally in the summer time.He was out in the garden pumping up the tires before going off to the Library.Suddenly his neighbour Annie appeared at the gate, without him hearing her feet tapping on the path of red brick;she was bedecked in finest Scottish tweed with a long pendant on a solid 22 carat gold chain swinging nonchalantly from her neck, with a matching ring attached mysteriously to her upper lip.
“Who’re you, the Lady Mayoress” he joked. Where’s Mary?” she pointedly whispered. ”She’s with her widowed sister Joan up in Scotland ” Stan admitted nervously, unsure of her reactions. ”Joan, that’s not a very Scottish name!” Annie joked.” Anyway how about we sit down here on this bench for a moment”.She pulled him vigorously towards her.
Stan responded regretfully “I’m afraid I can’t stop.I have all these books overdue and the library shuts in 15 minutes .”Don’t worry, sweetheart”, she cried un-contemptuously.”I’ll pay all your fines.I’ve just come into loads and loads of money.” “Oh, how’s that.my angel” Stan murmured. “I shot Bert.If you help me to get rid of the evidence, I’ll share the loot with you.”
At the funeral, Annie was dressed in a beautiful dark brown suit with a black trim from Jaeger.She went around the room making sure everyone had enough food and drink.As she leaned over towards Stan her heavy gold locket, inside which was hidden the bullet that killed Bert, swung over and hit Stan a glancing blow on the temple. Stan fell to the ground .”Do you think we should ring 999?” someone asked sarcastically.Within minutes, paramedics arrived. “So, is it that chair again?” they clamoured. ”Yes, this foolish old man fell over and the leg came off my brand new antique chair.I’ve only had it a few days and it’s not insured.”
“Did anyone ever tell you, your eyes are like deep pools in the Saragossa Sea?” Dave, the paramedic whispered into her right ear. “Have you still not finished that Creative Writing Course?” Annie shouted.””I’m getting tired of you admiring my eyes.What about my nose?””
“Has anyone ever told you, your nose is the shortest they’ve ever seen?”
“That’s a bit boring” Annie retorted. ”Yeah, maybe I should change to Art,” he ruefully moaned.”I love the way your deep blue and turquoise eye shadow is melting around your eyes and running down the sides of your nose.” “Hurry up and fix my chair, and while you’re about it, you may as well take Stan down to A and E for a head X-ray.” Glancing furtively at Annie in her Jaeger suit with carefully contrasting deep coral blouse and opaque teal blue 80 denier tights with 6 inch stiletto heels to complete the outfit, not to mention her raspberry coloured bra which clashed violently with the coral blouse [which alas was more transparent than she realised], he picked up a hammer and began,excitedly,to mend the broken chair. ”This is what life is all about, my boy” he thought.One day I will be just where I should be.Right here.With her,alone!
Little did he know the true tale, that Annie had murdered her husband merely because she felt very bored. Boredom is dangerous.If you are affected why not go out and look at some hats? Why not take up drawing. is now online
The sea shore blue of operatic sky
Turned to navy then to darkest grey
Dark trees despise the mysteries of light
The holly has its depth unknown to eye
Hiding fragile wrens from birds of prey The cerulean blue of soothing sky
And in my room upon my bed I try
What words would come,what humour could you say
Oh trees held in the mysteries of light?
The words won’t come,unspeakable the sigh
The weeping of the sick, the donkey’s bray Depression of Van Gogh. the lowering sky
Oh,mother, why must newborn babies cry?
The Lord ignores, the sheep flee as I pray The trees hold in the mysteries of light
I meet your eye,I’m feeling drawn and grey
You want my love,I fear the last mistake In sinking blue of dawn and passive sky The trees despise the virus and the lies
When a poet is being a poet — that is, when she is writing or thinking about writing — he cannot be concerned with anything but the making of a poem.“ — Richard Wilbur National Book Award
But besides such practical issues is the larger question of what a good life is. This week, a group spearheaded by the British Academy and including the London School of Economics and Arts Council England offered their answer: a parallel acronym, Shape – social sciences, humanities and the arts for people and the economy. So everything from fine art to psychology to economics: the disciplines that help us govern ourselves, understand how we have developed over time and argue for doing it all better.
The argument for Shape can, if necessary, be economic: last year the arts and culture sector overtook agriculture in terms of its contribution, at £10.8bn a year. The humanities’ supposed lack of obvious vocational pathways is in fact a strength in an economy where flexibility and entrepreneurship are prized, while the perception of lower employability is not borne out by facts – 88% of Shape graduates were employed in 2017 (compared with 89% for Stem).
Shape subjects will also be central to answering the most urgent questions we face; science, for instance, is foundational to comprehending the climate emergency, but will not effect the political and behavioural changes needed to achieve net zero. Nor will it necessarily predict or mould the future. Eric Hobsbawm may have found it baffling that “brilliant fashion designers … sometimes succeed in anticipating the shape of things to come better than professional predictors”; the fact remains they sometimes can. The stem of a plant is, after all, sustained and not just decorated by its leaves.
We should not be shy to argue for confidence and curiosity, joy and openness as good in themselves. Along with Stem, Shape subjects have the potential to open up the full extent of our humanity, to help shape a well-rounded, empathetic and resilient body politic. Fighting for equal weighting for these disciplines is not only good but also necessary.
• This article was amended on 29 June 2020 to remove an incorrect reference to Nicky Morgan having been the UK’s education secretary. As education is a devolved matter, Morgan oversaw education policy for England only.
Levity is a mind-set,” said Naomi Bagdonas, a lecturer at the Stanford Graduate School of Business who advises executives on leading with humor and humanity. “It’s looking for reasons to be delighted rather than disappointed in the world around you.”
Poetry is the expression of self, emotions, thoughts and views. While the content, length, complexity and creativity of a poem are determined by you, there are many common poetry styles and elements to guide you as you structure your poem. You can add depth and texture to a poem by using concrete, descriptive words, sensory details — such as sight, sound and taste — and metaphors or similes that compare your subject to other common objects.
Haiku
Originating in Japan, the Haiku is a simple form of poetry that centers around the subject of nature or nature-related themes. A Haiku is made up of three lines. There are five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line and five syllables in the third line, with a total of 17 syllables all together.
The term “map” derives from Latin “mappa,” a word meaning in antiquity a napkin, or a cloth or flag used to signal the start of games. By the ninth century at the latest the term “mappa mundi” could be used to describe a representation of the known world, either pictorial or a verbal text without any graphic design.
I remember all the funny things we did Peering into windows lit by lamps Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog
Walking down from Redcar,sea so still After Saltburn Pier, the cliffs high jump I remember all the funny things we did
Wandering Whitby in a sea grey smog Eating a pork pie cut into lumps Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog
Old Hunstanton ,white sands where we’d sit The wild spikes of the gorse spread out unclamped I remember all the colours,scents and that
I feel the joy inside my heart is lit Woe is leavened by old nature’s stamp Climbing high then chased through mud by dogs
We see in shadows shades are not so stark In Studland Bay astonished by skylarks I remember all the humour and the love Climbing cliffs then caught by geese and God
If you want a regional map of what a cowhouse or freckles or chip pan scraps were called across England, they are in the archive. In the case of scraps, there are 50 variants from craps and cratchings to scratch and scratchings.
Yorkshire man describes ‘mischief night’ in archive of English dialects
There are superficial trends in our society to encourage us to build our self esteem and to value ourselves… to develop and achieve a place suited to our talents.. but what is best for me is when I lose myself in something.I was reading an old blog of a friend and was quite absorbed and went into a different state of mind..then I regretted I don’t manage to lose myself enoughb have an adult having much on my mind and being busy.
Sometimes it can happen when we love a person.Sometimes a wonderful landscape feels like home.. other times a sunset across the Irish sea from the cliffs of the Isle of Man where myriad butterflies swirl and float over flowers and rocks.
Modern life, the News,talk,excitement of the wrong sort seem to lock us into our self and frighten us so we forget the value of finding something in which to lose ourselves and grow as a result. Sitting by a river fishing,knitting,sewing,a book, many things can elicit this response And remember how horror filled was the self consciousness of adolescence and how good to forget one’s self being more comfortable and accepting of appearance and image..How to live like a wild flower for a time… and be happy not to be a rose but just a tiny wild geranium or a moderate sized gentle pink flower in a arden
Lots of my ancestors were Vikings. I’m sure if is true because my uncle has beautiful blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes and look like Danish woman I met on the train.
My maternal grandmother was from Ireland and my sister has got her green eyes and I don’t have those eyes I do have wanted some as well so part of me comes from Northern Ireland
My father’s surname was Anglo-Saxon although his mother came from the west of Ireland. So I’ve definitely got quite a bit of Irish in me.
I have not had a DNA sample tested it’s quite possible that I have some Welsh blood and maybe Norwegian.
I’m not really English so would it help you to know which part of Europe I am from? All I can say is northern Europe although for us England is no longer in the EU.
You might think it was wrong for a Danish man to come over here to seize the land and ravish the women although it was a long time ago.
I don’t suppose Adolf Hitler would have liked my mixed blood. There were a lot of Jewish people living in Northern England until about 1190 CE many many Jews were massacred in Clifford’s tower in York in the year 1190 but I like to think partly Jewish people survived and left descendants and I like to think that there was no in this country in the North I descended from the Jews
So I probably got some Jewish ancestry and and alsoFlemish,Dutch and Norman I’m definitely definitely a mongrel and not fit to be allowed to visit the royal family or what remains.
I wanted to flee to the mountains
How my heart speaks 