What’s Your Name?

Answering some comments today, it occurred to me that I didn’t know the name of some bloggers, other than their blog name.

Now, I know that some don’t want to give a real name, that’s fine, so they may have an online identity like Shadow or Faerie… I can cope with addressing you that way, as I like to personalise my comments, and if I know a name, I can build a relationship a little easier.

But when the only name I have is the blog name, no real writer name, like Squidgy Cushions, or Hard Life… I never know how to address you… Squidgy? …Cush?… Mr Life? (If you are male or female, who knows?!)

I do go into About Me pages, and even scour previous comments on your blogs, to see if anyone is addressing you in a particular way, so I may get that ‘personal’ touch, but many times, there is nothing. Nada.

So, if you would like to, I invite you to write in the comments, the name you would like to be known by, false or true, unless of course I already know it, or its obvious from your Gravatar and Blog!

And I don’t promise to remember them all straight away, but I will try my hardest!

And maybe other Peeps of mine will meet some new friends, and learn some new names too!

p.s. all names, blog and blogger-wise in this post are fictional… I think!

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #112 River&Stone

Lovely Ron’s prompt words this week

River & Stone

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016

River and Stone

Tiny river flows
Calmly out towards the sea
Flanked by rocks of old

Ritu 2016

Photo taken at Center Parcs this time last summer!

 

Health Tip #3

Eggs. Anday. Oeuf. Good stuff!

I am trying to eat and egg or two each day (bar Tuesday, but that’s a family veggie day peculiarity!)

Filling, cheap and nutritious.

What more could you want?

Spidey’s Serene Sundays – Part 80

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“Do not be so proud and do not laugh at others or the less fortunate, your boat is still out at sea and who knows what is yet to come your way.” Kabir Ji from the Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji

Fishing through wonderful quotes, Spidey and I found this one. It is from the Sikh Holy Book, the eleventh and ever-living Guru, the Guru Granth Sahib Ji.

It is so easy to find humour in the misfortunes of others. I think no one could really be able to promise, hand on heart, that they have never had a giggle at that stranger tripping up in the street, or the countless videos that circulate social media, cashing in on others and their unfortunate circumstances.

We are all a little guilty of that, and to some extent, I feel that it is ok, if the joke is being laughed at, by the person who is the subject of it.

But the reality of this quote is more to do with those who have plenty, are lucky in life, and still find the time in their pampered lives to sneer at those who don’t have it all.

Thing is, no one knows what the future holds. Who knows if and when your life could get upended, and those with it ‘all’ lose it at the drop of a hat, and equally, those with nothing, by some stroke of luck, or through sheer hard work, end up the ones with all they could want.

We are all born equal.

Our location, circumstance, colour, wealth, health, means nothing to a baby, and even to a small child. Watch small children and how they interact with everyone without prejudice. It is only as they grow that the seeds of doubt are planted.

So if you are one of life’s more fortunate ones, be grateful for what you have, and never ridicule others for what they don’t have. And if you are still waiting for that luck to hit you, never lose hope, no one knows what is round the corner!

Have a blissful Sunday Peeps!

Thursday Photo Prompt – Cave – #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt this week…

cave

I thought I would attempt some fiction this time, it’s been a while…

Jack and Jill
“It’s got to be here somewhere, I just know it!” Jack huffed and puffed as he frantically swept his gaze here and there.
Jill was following calmly.
Even she was just as excited to get to the cave, but she was fully aware of where it was, unlike her scatterbrained brother.
As children, they would walk up nature’s stone staircase towards the mouth of the cave, and spend many hours playing. It was their private den, untouched by others, kitted out with all sorts of essentials, so they didn’t have to keep rushing home in the day. There were stools and a tiny table. Mother had given them some cups and plates, and cutlery so they could eat their picnic lunch in comfort.
There was even a little candle holder with candles so they had light, And a little box with pens and paper so they could write secret notes to one another.
Often, they would find ‘treasures’ on their walks and these were stored in a small biscuit tin, things like special leaves, and pebbles, and the odd bit of metal they found.
It was these ‘treasures’ that brought them back to their old cave today, 20 years later.
Watching his portly behind jiggling its way ahead of her, Jill wondered whether her brother would even fit inside anymore.
“Jill, I am so sure we found one of those! Do you remember? In that huge hole, that we spent the summer digging? It was a small golden coin, and on the news, they showed one just like it, that had been found a few miles from here. £100,000 they reckon it could be worth! An ancient coin from among the first the Romans had when they came over here! To think, if we have one, we could be in for a windfall sis!” Jack’s eyes glazed over with the haze of an imagined riches-fuelled future.
“Maybe Jack, maybe. Who knows if everything is still where we left it anyway? It may even be a den for today’s youngsters, and our inconsequential rubbish will mean nothing to them.” She had decided to accompany him, on a whim.
It might do him good to revisit the past, goodness knows his future hadn’t been so good to him. 31 and already divorced, with 2 children to support, and a greedy ex-wife, no job due to a recent redundancy, and an ever-expanding waistline… He was a stress-induced heart attack waiting to happen…
But life had been no bed of roses for her either. She was still single, a chapter book of failed romances behind her, debt-ridden with a catalogue of maxed-out credit card bills to pay and in danger of losing her flat, as she couldn’t afford the rent.
Of course, she could just move to a cheaper place, but what of her lifestyle? She deserved to live life to the fullest. So what if her credit cards had paid for the exorbitantly priced holidays, and nights out? If she wanted to attract the right sort of man, she needed to be in the right places.
And she would stop at nothing to continue to live behind this smokescreen of a life that she had created.
“Here! I knew we’d get there!” Jack was almost jumping with joy! He scrambled up the stairs to peer inside the cave, but that was all he could do. “Jill, you are going to need to go in, I can’t quite fit!”
“Move over then, tubster!” she said with a little fondness, looking at her sweaty faced little brother.
Going in was like stepping back into their childhood! It hadn’t been found by anyone else, and there was a blanket of dust and cobwebs gracing every surface. Scrambling around in her bag, Jill found the torch she had brought with her and switched it on.
Looking around, she saw the pair of now tiny chairs and the table. There was the candle holder and a small box of matches.  And in the far corner was the small hole where they used to put the biscuit tin. Gingerly, she eased it out and opened the box. There was a huge amount of rubbish, rotten leaves, that crumbled in her hand, stones, and various rubbish that children found to be valuable at a young age, but nothing that was a true treasure. Jack must have been mistaken.
“Did you find it sis?” Jack called from the cave mouth.
“Yeah, I did,” she said, “but there’s nothing here…” Sifting through , her fingers felt something round and flat. Pulling it out, she realised that it was indeed a coin, rather like that one in the news.
“Come on then, bring the box out at least, so I can have a look!” Jack was eager to root through the rubbish too. Slipping the coin in her pocket, she made her way back to the entrance and handed him the tin.
“See, nothing but old crap, Jack, sorry.” She watched as he stood there, rooted to the spot, frantically pushing the leaves and stones from side to side.
“But, but! I was so sure. Seriously sis, don’t you remember that coin? I am so sure we found one like it… it was that day. You know, that day. When I fell down these steps and bumped my head. Mum was adamant that we don’t come here after that, but we still sneaked out!”
Oh yeah, I remember that day Jack, Jill thought, when you didn’t slip, but were given a helping hand, just a little one, on your journey down, just like the little assistance you’ll be getting now…
It wasn’t a long drop, just a few stone steps, but with his excess weight, it was like falling many feet, and that rock at the bottom served as a pretty sharp pillow to rest his head on, once he came to a halt. Crimson oozed from his temple, spreading across the stones, and pooling in the mud below.
“Sorry brother dearest…” Jill fingered her pocket, feeling the outline of the coin. This was going to get her out of some deep water, “…but don’t worry, I’ll chuck a few hundred at your kids too…”

Jack and Jill
Went in the cave
To fetch an antique coin
Jack got pushed
out of the way
and Jill cashed in a fortune

Sorry, a little more morbid than usual!

Hope you enjoyed it!

#writephoto

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