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Cheeky

26 Saturday Dec 2015

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Cheeky

I will be cheeky, there’s no denying it. I can no help it (she says with a rolling brogue) It’s in my nature to be particularly mischievous (now and again.) (or, more often than not, depending) (most of the time, really) (see what I mean!)

But it’s also in my nature to be pensive, to over-think things, and to live the life of a romanticist. I confess, I’m a sensualist; I love things, I don’t just like things. I am filled with passion and fire. I look at the clouds, I stare up at the stars (which I’m sure you’ve already figured out just reading my poetry) (so, somewhat irrelevant for me to bring it up again, really) (I’d hit delete, but it’s somehow easier to just keep rolling at this point). I’m sure you can relate on some level. After all, we’re all of a creative bent of mind here, to some extent at least, and as such, being in our right minds, we can appreciate the finer things without the burden of having to (necessarily) rationalize them (all the time).

Why should we, in point of fact? Why is it that we are taught to feel guilty about splashing through the cool puddle on a warm summer’s day? Why should we care if running with abandon through the gurgling stream or the wave’s fringe upon the shore results in spatters of mud or sand upon our trousers? How does it serve to feel compelled to rush to the dry cleaners after we take a flying leap into a pile of sweet smelling leaves? (you still do it, I know you do) After all, if the pleasure results in purgatory, is it really a pleasure?

Ok, I got way to deep there! I do apologize. Honourable Sorry! Yo, My Bad! Or what have you. This was supposed to be a giddy piece, not one that makes you scratch your head and puzzle until your puzzler is sore (like someone else I know) (or the Grinch, again, depending), although, admittedly, my whimsical posts do tend to degenerate into that sort of specific madness that results in a puzzled expression and a raised brow. We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Moving on…

I am, perchance, a “person” of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: Full of gibes, gambols, songs, and flashes of merriment that are wont to set the table on a roar (rather like Poor Yorick?) I am also, at times, far too much like Ophelia: a young maid (relatively speaking!) (not a word from the peanut gallery, thank you!) whose wits are as mortal as an old man’s life, which ultimately just leads us back to Yorick, so I suppose I’ll camp out here for a while. Nice cushy spot in the garden, after all!

Point? Actually, I do have one, but I dare say I made it already (missed it? I was a wee bit cheeky about it, (wink wink) do go back a bit… to paragraph 3, perhaps… Yep, there you go.) So at this stage of the game I’m really just blathering. I do enjoy a good natter, dontcha know! The com panel is jammed, Captain. Jar Jar Binks has gone off on a tangent, Obi Wan. There are clues lying about like sweets on Easter morning, Sherlock (or, if you prefer, like nicotine patches in 221B Baker St.)

Yes, I do tend to be a bit cheeky, now and again, but I know (or, at least I hope) you don’t mind.

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~Morgan~
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Speechless…Yes Me!

06 Friday Mar 2015

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4000

Less than 2 years ago I sat down at my laptop, looked up FREE blogging platforms on Google and discovered WordPress. That very same night I launched Booknvolume.com with little or not comprehension of what a blog was/is, what blogging is all about, or what I might share on said blog. As my very first post will testify (http://wp.me/p3C4k1-5) (go ahead, re-read it, I’ll wait….) I really hadn’t a clue about this whole blogging thing. As I perused the WordPress Reader for the first time, visiting other blogs and following those I found to my tastes, I noticed a blog (which shall remain nameless) that boasted over 2000 followers. What an accomplishment, I thought. How does one achieve such an incredible number? Would my humble little, nondescript blog ever glimmer so brightly?

Now, 21 months later, I have the overwhelming Honour, Pleasure and Sheer JOY of announcing that BnV has reached a milestone I NEVER anticipated. 4000 followers! ??? Really?! 4000? I’m not sure my math-impaired mind can even grasp that number, but there is ONE THING I do KNOW….

Without YOU, without Each and Every One of YOU; without your Kind Support, Encouragement, and continued Interest in these musings, and (sometimes) confusings, that spill from my Heart and Spirit, NONE OF THIS could ever have happened. I remember being amazed at having gained the interest of 50 followers…4000 is beyond my comprehension, plain and simple.

But what isn’t beyond my comprehension is that, although I often feel I’ve said “Thank You Ever So” in ever way imaginable (and perhaps I have), I could never say it often enough to truly express my Gratitude, my Honest and Open Heartfelt Gratitude to All Of YOU!

You are Blessing to me every day.
You are a Joy through all the Marvelous things You Say.
You make me Laugh, Bring me Joy, Make me Cry,
but I will NEVER ever wonder Why,
I was lead to this place to Share Inspiration,
Though I Thank God for this Amazing Invention,
And I Hope and Pray with all of my Heart,
I live up to Expectation from the very Start,
So Though these are Wild and Whirling Words (Yes, Hamlet)
(You’d be astonished if I would forget!)
I will say it once more in a Radiant Glow,
Thank You Sweet Friends! Thank You Ever EVER SO!

~Morgan~

Cheeky

11 Thursday Dec 2014

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Cheeky

I will be cheeky, there’s no denying it. I can no help it (she says with a rolling brogue) It’s in my nature to be particularly mischievous (now and again.) (or, more often than not, depending) (most of the time, really) (see what I mean!)

But it’s also in my nature to be pensive, to over-think things, and to live the life of a romanticist. I confess, I’m a sensualist; I love things, I don’t just like things. I am filled with passion and fire. I look at the clouds, I stare up at the stars (which I’m sure you’ve already figured out just reading my poetry) (so, somewhat irrelevant for me to bring it up again, really) (I’d hit delete, but it’s somehow easier to just keep rolling at this point). I’m sure you can relate on some level. After all, we’re all of a creative bent of mind here, to some extent at least, and as such, being in our right minds, we can appreciate the finer things without the burden of having to (necessarily) rationalize them (all the time).

Why should we, in point of fact? Why is it that we are taught to feel guilty about splashing through the cool puddle on a warm summer’s day? Why should we care if running with abandon through the gurgling stream or the wave’s fringe upon the shore results in spatters of mud or sand upon our trousers? How does it serve to feel compelled to rush to the dry cleaners after we take a flying leap into a pile of sweet smelling leaves? (you still do it, I know you do) After all, if the pleasure results in purgatory, is it really a pleasure?

Ok, I got way to deep there! I do apologize. Honourable Sorry! Yo, My Bad! Or what have you. This was supposed to be a giddy piece, not one that makes you scratch your head and puzzle until your puzzler is sore (like someone else I know) (or the Grinch, again, depending), although, admittedly, my whimsical posts do tend to degenerate into that sort of specific madness that results in a puzzled expression and a raised brow. We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Moving on…

I am, perchance, a “person” of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: Full of gibes, gambols, songs, and flashes of merriment that are wont to set the table on a roar (rather like Poor Yorick?) I am also, at times, far too much like Ophelia: a young maid (relatively speaking!) (not a word from the peanut gallery, thank you!) whose wits are as mortal as an old man’s life, which ultimately just leads us back to Yorick, so I suppose I’ll camp out here for a while. Nice cushy spot in the garden, after all!

Point? Actually, I do have one, but I dare say I made it already (missed it? I was a wee bit cheeky about it, (wink wink) do go back a bit… to paragraph 3, perhaps… Yep, there you go.) So at this stage of the game I’m really just blathering. I do enjoy a good natter, dontcha know! The com panel is jammed, Captain. Jar Jar Binks has gone off on a tangent, Obi Wan. There are clues lying about like sweets on Easter morning, Sherlock (or, if you prefer, like nicotine patches in 221B Baker St.)

Yes, I do tend to be a bit cheeky, now and again, but I know (or, at least I hope) you don’t mind.

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~Morgan~
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The Book and Volume of this Distracted Globe

07 Saturday Jun 2014

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In Honour of my One Year BnVersary, I thought I would share a few of my original posts and a few of my favourite posts today. This first post marked my debut as a blogger. These are the words that were tumbling in my mind, literally, for hours a year ago (yesterday), and these are the words that inspired me to sit down, look up WordPress.com and start things off. I hope you enjoy today’s blast(s) from the (not so distant) past.

The Book and Volume of This Distracted Globe

Or Book and Volume

Or BnV

Admittedly, I am an amateur.  Sure, I’ve heard about blogs for years, heard people talking about posts round the proverbial water cooler, but I’ve never actually read one.  Nope, not a single one, but I know how to spin a tale; I understand and appreciate the basics of English grammar (although I don’t always obey proper form and I do love a split infinitive) so I thought, why not?  Give it a go.  Have a bash, what’s to lose, really?  Bit of time.  After all, how hard could it be, sitting at my laptop listening to the sounds of the ocean, or a nice thundery rainstorm, or the ethereal music of Delirium all thanks to the wellspring we know as You Tube.  And even If the only person who finds said blog interesting, amusing or, if I’m lucky, entertaining, should be me than that’s just splendid; because if you can’t take a little time out of your day to amuse yourself, then perhaps you’re taking things a bit too seriously. (but I digress)

So here it is, entry one.  Or post number one.  Or what have you.  Now, for those of you who do not know me (yet) perhaps this would be an opportune moment to insert some sort of disclaimer, alert you to some of my comparatively annoying idiosyncrasies, and enlighten you to some of my peculiarities. (Most of these are one in the same by the way)  So here goes: first and foremost I’m a word enthusiast, aficionado, and devotee.  I love, admire, aspire to emulate and find myself positively piqued (by) Shakespeare, Dickens, Austin, Blake, Poe, or the like.  Odd, perchance, but I’m quite certain you’ve probably already ascertained this for yourself.  Yes, words….words….words.. (to quote the Master).  They fill me with inspiration, they bring me to tears or sometimes they make me LOL, ….they can often, also, bore me to bits (insert government or math related blather here).   So you may find yourself reading ten pages of paragraph long sentences brimming over with 6 syllable words just to find out that all I’ve really said is I don’t actually have anything to say.  Yeah, I’m good at that.

I should also probably warn you that, although I find a great many things interesting and will, most likely, remark on any number of them in a given post, I don’t have a particular objective in mind ( at this point anyway) for this blog.  Variety is the spice of life after all, so one never knows what I may sit down and prattle on about, at length, mayhap insipidly, but at the very least ( and dare I say, hopefully!) you won’t find yourself feeling preached at when you’ve reached the end.  That, you may be sure, is not my intention.

So there you are and here I am, two partners in time; one sharing, one gaining (little or nothing, but perhaps at least a smile…if I am successful) giving and receiving, for better or for worse….(yes, I see the direction this metaphorical segment is taking and I would break off, but where this is going illustrates so well another of my quirks, which is, though I hate to admit it, that I do tend to find meaning in even the simplest things)…so to get back to my metaphor… if you think about it, being a writer and a reader is rather like being in a relationship ( I was going to use the M word, but we barely know each other yet).  There’s good, there’s bad, there’s mutual intrigue, there are laughs and tears, arguments and betrayals of one form or another, but in the end, it’s generally worthwhile.  (there, that wasn’t too bad, was it?)

Ok, so you’ve read four paragraphs now and, although I’m only going on instinct, I’m thinking I should probably begin to wrap this up.  Not very educational, to be sure; not very interesting, conceivably, but maybe, just maybe, when you are at work tomorrow talking to your friends ( or if you haven’t any of those at your job ) your colleagues, or when you’re stuck in traffic on your way in or way home talking to one of the aforementioned on your cell, or when you’re chatting with some stranger you just met on the tube, you might just tell them about what you did last night.

How you were sitting at your computer/laptop/iPad/electronic devise of some sort, bored with the mundane, hum-drumness of Facebook and Twitter and you decided, (possibly against better judgment), to strike out on your own.  It was then that you happened upon the most… (insert adjective of your choice here) (yes, interactive blog….nifty, eh?)… blog you’ve ever read in your life and, although you’re not sure if it was about anything in particular, you did have a laugh once or twice, but it didn’t last long and, while it seemed inane at the time and, although you thought you’d never be interested in reading it again, you can’t stop thinking about it.  In fact, you can’t even say why.  What you can say is that the author might just possibly be off her hinges, one pie short of a picnic, not quite reaching warp speed; still, she had a way of writing that made you want to read more….maybe,…although you can’t be certain because there was only one entry.   And now you’re left with the most annoying set of circumstances imaginable because all you really want to know is, what the heck is she going to be nattering on about next?

~Morgan~

Your Beautiful Life

06 Friday Jun 2014

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In honour of my One Year Blogiversary, I am introducing something new onto my blog. After all, one can only read so much poetry before one begins referring to oneself as one….and then people’s eyebrows begin to raise skeptically (Yes I see yours twitching).

More Importantly, after spending a VERY eventful year and learning what it means not only to Blog and be a Blogger, but to be a Writer and Author, Photographer (well, of a sort!), and perhaps, every now and then a Chef worthy of Kitchen Stadium ( or at least the Chef Boyardee test kitchens!) I have learned that there is more to this blogging thing than simply plopping down in front of my laptop every evening and whipping up a few delicious morsels.

Shakespeare, Star Trek and Sherlock notwithstanding, (You didn’t expect I would write a Non-poetry post and not include them somehow, did you? After all, they are almost becoming a standard) I have come to the conclusion that blogging, and subsequently being a blogger (as they are rather inescapably connected) (much as Jack and the Black Pearl, but that is another post entirely!) is about Friendships, Kinships, discovering Kindred Spirits across the miles, and Sharing our Hearts (and yes, perhaps, even a bit of our Souls.) It’s about finding out just what your Passions truly are and how to Follow them in order to Make your Dreams Come True (even if we aren’t visiting Disney or Never-Never Land).

Yet I think (and admittedly, this is just me thinking again, which can be a good thing as well as the initial step on a spiral that ends up somewhere in another dimension), it is also about Giving Back a little something to those Kindred Spirits we meet along the way. Blog Awards are very nice, to be sure, but as we all know those marvelous little treasures can be an awful lot of work. Comments and Likes are also delightful, and so very Important in building those aforementioned friendships and kinships, yet I find myself wanting to give something more. (Have you begun to wonder, as is very often the case when I begin to prattle, where I am going with this and if, perhaps, I’ve lost the thread of the conversation? Never fear, Preface over.)

So, to return to my original notion, in celebration of One Full Year of BnV (That’s Booknvolume, if you hadn’t already figured it out) (can you believe it’s been an entire year, already?) (Sorry, I know, I’m very good at skipping dexterously around the crux while keeping you on tenterhooks.) But you need wait no longer. I have decided to create a new category on BnV. (A somewhat underwhelming announcement, in point of fact, but do bear with me while I elaborate) (and I Promise not to sneak any Hamlet or Shakespeare in while you aren’t looking) (unless that counts.)

A Category Entirely About You!!! (I see you’re interest piquing! Don’t try to hide it) Yes, devoted utterly and completely to YOU my dear Friends; my Sweet Kindred Spirits; my Most Faithful Entourage. (Isn’t that a much nicer word than Follower, really?) A Category where I have opportunity to Introduce YOU around, (not that I know all that many people, to be sure) Highlight YOUR blogs, Share YOUR book reviews, post YOUR announcements, Spotlight the Marvelous and Breathtaking things YOU are doing.

Still Underwhelmed? I hope not, since it’s all about Your Beautiful Life, Really, and if that bores you, well, maybe you need to put some spice into your life and start referring to yourself as ONE for a while.

~Morgan~

More Wonders Than Are Dreamt of

13 Tuesday May 2014

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Being of Light

I am Ever Amazed by Awards. Most times, I barely am thinking about receiving one when someone Kindly offers the most generous compliment (or at least one of the most generous) I can think of: An Award for Doing what I Love to Do. Makes me feel I rather ought to be standing in front of all my peers (oh wait, I am, really!) saying “You Love Me, You Really Love Me!”

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All kidding aside, Marijke of: http://ceadomile.com has paid me the honour of nominating me for an award I’ve never heard of: The Butterfly Light Award, (which was created by Belinda at: http://idiotwriting.wordpress.com) and I am thoroughly grateful. If you’ve not met Marijke yet or visited her blog, your are cheating yourself of one truly Beautiful blog. Here’s an example or two of just what I’m talking about so you can see for yourself.

Beauty is a dream

And

Smiles

Yes, she is a Being of Light, spreading the Joy within her to all those she encounters. Do pay her wonderful Blog a visit. You won’t regret it 😉

Ok, now…

~~THE RULES~~
• You must write an acceptance post, making sure you link back to the blogger who awarded you and thank them. YOU MAY NOT lump this award in with other awards.
• You must individually name and re-award at least 1 or more bloggers. You must let them know either personally with a comment on their blog OR a pingback on their about page.
• You must link back to Belinda’s blog at http://idiotwriting.wordpress.com/about
• You must write a short paragraph titled either “How I’m Spreading Light” OR “How I’m A Positive Influence”
• Display Belinda’s beautiful “Butterfly Light Award” badge on your blog.

So, to the MOST IMPORTANT task of paying the Honour forward. I could name so many, but that would create a very long post indeed, so I shall instead simply pick one. Her name is Line ( pronounced, I do believe, LynnAye) and you can find her at: http://pathsofthespirit.wordpress.com. OH what a wonderful blog. What a Truly Lovely Person! Writer of Exquisite Poetry, Charming short stories, and photographer Extraordinaire, her blog is filled with the expressions of her Beautiful Soul. This Magnificent post of her says it all and, after reading it, you will understand (and hopefully agree) that she, too, is a Spreader of Light and Positive Influence. http://pathsofthespirit.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/you-are-a-beautiful-soul/

Now, I must write a short paragraph titled either “How I’m Spreading Light” OR “How I’m A Positive Influence”. Sounds simple enough, but when one pauses to consider how you are touching others lives, it sometimes feels rather conceited (at least to me). Nevertheless, as I am required, I shall say that I endeavor to fill my poetry and posts, the images I use, the music I Share and the comments I make with Positivity. That is to say, though I am well aware that there is a world full of ugliness, hate and cruelty out there, I try to make Booknvolume a place where people may come to find Light, Joy, Beauty, Hope, Peace, and Love. I Share myself, honestly and as openly as I am able, and let people take from my blog what they will, Trusting the Path upon which I walk and the Source from which All Inspiration Flows.

After all, There are more Wonders in Heaven and Earth than are Dreamt of in Our Philosophy.
(You didn’t really think I’d write an entire Non-poetry post and not reference Hamlet/Shakespeare, did you?)

Blessings my Dear Friends~

~Morgan~
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1500 Drops of Rain From Heaven

10 Thursday Apr 2014

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1500 posts.

Excuse me???

Yes, 1500 posts. I certainly find it hard to believe as well. Who would have possibly thought it, after only 10 months of blogging, yet here it is, or perhaps more accurately, here they are!

I will not take a great deal of your time…no no I promise…I can, unlike Polonius, keep it brief (Yes, another Hamlet reference, but by now you certainly expect it, don’t you?) I simply wish to express, if I ever do not do so, how humbled, amazed, honoured and overjoyed I am to have the Blessing of Sharing all these Inspirations of thought, all these notions of wit, and all these sweet suspirations of the Spirit with All of You.

Prior to opening this blog, my poetry had become nearly non-existent (if you can believe it!) Truly, I had not written a single poem for almost a decade! Yet…

Rain-From-Heaven

~Morgan~

Beauty in Words

06 Sunday Apr 2014

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Poetry is the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty in Words.
Edgar Allan Poe

Need anything more truly be said? And yet, since I have the inclination to natter, I shall attempt to agree, poetically.

And by agreeing to say that there is nothing worth saying that could ever be said, even in the starkest form, that is not, by some measure and in the generalist terms, some form of poetic entrancement; for if, in speaking or writing, we utter anything at all worth saying, it shall be remembered; and if something is remembered, it can be considered remarkable enough to have made remembrance worthwhile, which leads one to the eventual conclusion that, if it is worthwhile to be recollected, there must be some form or nature in it that catches the imagination, sparks the well-spring of contemplation or illuminates musings and that, being colourfully or creatively inspired is, in its most basic state, a creation of beautiful words that should be deemed poetry.

(excuse me while I gasp for breath!)

Having said as much, of course the opposite is also true and begs to be argued: that the inestimably horrible, atrocious and staggeringly inane is also imprinted upon our minds in a similar fashion as the most lovely sonnet or passing fair soliloquy and, to follow this particular train of rationale to its logical yet absurd conclusion, must therefore also be considered a form of poetry; although some (including myself) would vehemently argue that such assaults on the psyche are hardly worthy of the title, yet to be fair and even-handed it must be stipulated.

(Ok I promise, no more caffeine for me!)

Alas, alack for me, and all those who call themselves Poet, to be mixed with such baser matter that I (and perhaps you as well) would never, willingly, undertake to read or promote; nevertheless, where there is one there is always the other. Where there is Light, there is dark. Where there is Good, there is also Bad. (Where there is Chocolate, there is also Vanilla.) And although some may argue that one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter (with which I should in most cases concur) I cannot in good conscience agree with the subsequent postulation that all poetry, despite its thematic structure or outpouring is, by its very nature, Beauty in Words.

Where does that leave us then? You may ask with that quizzical expression, yet again, upon your face? (which does tend to happen a lot when I start blathering on)

I return to Poe, master (as I see it) of both sides of the poetic coin, who said: Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe

And thus, by saying that there is always Light and Dark, Right and Wrong, Beauty and Ugliness, is to say there is, or at least should be, Balance in everything. But to let one side of the coin rule the other, to let the darkness overshadow the light, or to let the atrocities to over rule the kindness is to live out of joint, which bring me to Hamlet (though it may have seemed you might escape that under the circumstances) who said: “Time is out of joint. O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right.”

And therein lies the paradox, or at least, the challenge. Do I Shine my Light or do I snuff it out in support of darkness? Do I Stand on the mountaintop and extol Liberty or do I hide in the safety of my home and shake my head ruefully? Do I proclaim Beauty in my Art with every fiber of my being, or do I bow to the pressure of sales, rating, and stats, producing something other than what would shimmer and glimmer, touch lives and speak quietly to hearts? It is a choice worth considering and a decision well worth making, though some may disagree with my logic and call me as mad as some named (or still name) Hamlet.

~Morgan~
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Art Makes the World Beautiful

03 Thursday Apr 2014

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Art makes the world beautiful

I have been quiet for too long.

Although you may or may not be glad about that, I feel it is only fair and even-handed of me to warn you, before I really get going here, that this will be, more than likely, one of THOSE posts; one of those whirling words posts that I careen into now and again. So be forewarned. You may choose to smile, sit back, fasten your seatbelt and enjoy the ride (although riding the Wild Mouse roller coaster might be more advisable at this point) or, should you be so inclined, (or disinclined, depending on how you look at it) you may decide to pack your bags right now, take your leave, and run, headlong, for the door.

Now, it’s not to say that, should you decide to do the latter, you will not be missing anything. In point of fact, you may be missing THIS, in which case, I’m speaking to a deaf crowd; however, I shall continue for those of you who ARE still with me (so far), for the sake of continuity, if nothing else. You won’t be missing anything, or, you will be, depending, again, on your perspective. It’s rather like Sherlock, looking at the clues from all possible angles, but, regardless, it is my opinion that you will, in fact, be missing something, so we shall take that as fact and proceed.

Once in a while, and for no particular reason at all, I do need to let off some steam, vent, or otherwise let loose, verbosely that is, and prattle on pointlessly about nothing in particular (although my ‘nothing-in-particulars’ do, very often, end up being about something-or-other no matter how hard I try for them not to be, which may leave some of you wondering just what it is that I’m muttering about.)

“More Matter and Less Art.” (Yes yes, Gertrude, I swear I use no art) (Well, it has, after all, been a long time since I subjected you to Hamlet) (and if you didn’t realize that was a tidbit of Hamlet, I may be forced to subject you to more a bit more often, won’t I?) Art is, after all, what this is all about, isn’t it? Blogging that is, not necessarily this post, though this post may also be considered some crazy-mad variation of art by someone, somewhere (although whether or not that person may be considered sane or as Mad as the March Hare is another issue entirely).

Blogging. Art. The Love of Words. The Passionate Promise of being able to log in and read an enticing line or two (or twenty, once again, depending); to submerse yourself into a fantastic ocean of pure, unadulterated Notion; to pour through prose and poetry as intoxicating as a fine (or cheap) wine (yes, again, depending). It’s about sharing thoughts, dreams, fears, loves, hates, and secrets we, perhaps, tell no one else (though secrets we will share, readily, with potentially hundreds of thousands). It’s the Magic of the Muse, the Dance of Desires Delicately Doled out, the Rhyme and Reason of Right or Wrong that keeps me, at least and perhaps you as well (since you are still here) (even against your better judgment, perhaps) coming back again and again, day after day, to fill mind, heart, and soul with words and visual poetry that steps beyond the boundaries. (admittedly, sometimes the wrong boundaries!)

Or it could be that I am the one who is as Mad as a Hatter (I see you nodding!) Still, Art and the love of words is enough for me, and, now and again, a tidbit of Shakespeare thrown in, just for good measure. Otherwise, without Art of one form or another (oh I do realize I only skimmed the surface here of what is or should be considered art, but I didn’t want to start a heated debate so I stuck with blogging, since we all understand and, seemingly, agree on that one issue)…without Art, where is the Joy in life? Where is the Mystery, the Music, and the Serenade? I, for one, cannot even imagine life without Art.

That would be like sitting down to read a post by Morgan and, instead of 1001 whirling words that leave your head spinning and your eyes (perhaps), nearly, crossing; you would find something more akin to the following:
Art Makes the World Beautiful.

BORED! (although at least, though that would be boring, you won’t find me shooting smiley faces in my flat’s living room wall!) (Yes, that’s a Sherlock reference, for those of you who are, at this moment, utterly perplexed)

So whether you write 1001 whirling words; whether you write prose or sweetly, seductive poetry; whether you write short stories or long ones; whether you write Inspirational devotions or prattle on about nothing-in-particular, it is, in my humble opinion, Art. YOU are an Artist.

And since Art Does make the world Beautiful, so do YOU.

~Morgan~
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Thy Rest

15 Saturday Mar 2014

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Thy Rest

Now Breaks a Nobel Heart.
Good Night Sweet Uncle
May Hosts of Angels Sing Thee
To Thy Rest.

~Hamlet~

In Loving Memory of my Favourite Uncle who Joined his Family and His Loving Lord in Heaven this Day.
I Shall Always Remember Your Smile, Your Laughter and the Loving, Gentle, Joyful Man You were….You Are!

~Morgan~

A Singular Sensation

12 Wednesday Feb 2014

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Singular Sensation

Single…odd expression, that. Yes, I’m single. Just me here. I don’t have anyone else attached to me. Just me, myself and I, even in mixed company! I’ve always been just me, not schizophrenic or anything (that we know of!) and I certainly am not hosting any alien life forms (again, that we know of!), but I never have done, so when people ask me and I happen to answer “Yes, I’m Single”, I cannot help wondering why the astonished expressions appear?

It might seem a particularly peculiar, not to mention personal, bit of information to share on a blog; yet, with Valentine’s Day just round the corner and romance, roses and chocolates in plentiful abundance, I thought it, at least somewhat, relevant. After all, there seems to be such emphases put on the point; whether someone is Single or….Attached? Not Single… Married (or not, depending), but when it comes right down to it, whether you are or whether you aren’t you still are (Single) aren’t you?

Ok, so I’ll admit, I’m feeling a bit mischievous lately. Spring certainly isn’t in the air (Not with a foot of snow or more looming in the not-so-distant future!), and I promise, I haven’t even touched Mt. Dew in almost a year (had to quit that particular addiction before it quit me!), so I cannot give you a precise explanation for this Singular Sensation of playfulness, but it is there in profusion, nevertheless.

You may have, perhaps, noticed my rather impish attitude lately in my comments, (or not, again, depending) and, since this has not been my “norm”, I thought it might be advisable to open the window (of elucidation) a bit wider, before you begin to think I am, in all honesty, off my trolley (which, you may or may not already think, in which case, this post may be coming a bit late!)

Now, before you stalk out of the room in a fluff, Sherlock (well, it’s almost as much a given as me utilizing a Hamlet reference anymore, isn’t it?), do “season your admiration for a while with an attent ear, while I deliver…this Marvel to you.” (and to mix Shakespeare and Sherlock in the same sentence is, by no means, a simple undertaking, I assure you!) But I digress.

Playful. Single. Valentine’s Day. Yes, so why should it be that I am behaving in this peculiar manner? A rather double edged sword, really, but no, I assure you, I haven’t gone off the deep end (yet); nor have I been struck by Cupid’s Arrow (at least, I have no visible evidence of that), but being Single, being of and by myself, attached to no other and filled with giddiness is, in most circumstances, a situation that bears explaining.

So, although I am as profoundly adept at procrastinating (verbally) as I am skilled at taking a thousand words to say little or nothing at all (a quality I know you all love about me!) (Yes, that WAS self-deprecating) I shall natter no longer. (as you breathe a deep, collective sigh of relief) (or annoyance, again, depending!)

My Point? Yes, I do actually have one (You don’t honestly think I’d put you through all of this for no reason at all, do you?) (well, {as I chuckle quite mischievously, indeed} I might!) But I haven’t done that to you today.

No, in spite of all the blather, my rationale for this set of wild and whirling words is simply to say, whether you are Single or Not-Single, the holiday of Love is upon us. A day for Giving (and hopefully, at least in most cases, receiving) a token of someone’s Affection, a Smile, a sentence or two of Appreciation tucked secretly inside a sweet little card with Snoopy on it (or Shakespeare, perhaps!) (words of Shakespeare, of course, and not, after all, the Great Bard himself, obviously), a delectable and entirely unanticipated treat in heart-shaped form, or any other measure of Love’s expression.

Yet why save these tokens for just one person? Yes, yes, by all means, do tell the one you Love how very much you do Love them, read them Shakespeare (OH how romantic, after all!), buy them roses, chocolates, or a steaming hot cup of Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte (oh, sorry, I digress again!), but don’t forget the co-worker you see every day in the hallway, but rarely say more than Hello to; don’t overlook the server at your favourite pub who knows you and precisely want you want to order the moment you walk in the door; don’t neglect the mail courier, the secretary who helps you immeasurably every single day simply by showing up reliably, or the security guard who stands vigilantly outside the door, beyond notice.

Sharing a token with just one of them might bring more JOY into your day than any other Valentine you choose to give.

(That’s all, nothing too painful or poignant, at least, I hope!) (Outside of my Dickensian verbosity, that is)

SWAGH! (which means, of course, Sealed With A Giggly Hug!)

~Morgan~
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Wild and Whirling Words

14 Tuesday Jan 2014

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Wild and Whirling

Ok, I confess, it’s been a while …too long of a while, perhaps…since I’ve had a good, (I’d like to say old fashioned, but the term doesn’t quite apply), long-winded, I’m-going-nowhere-quicker-than-you-can-say-Diagon-Alley-or-Eeylops-Owl-Emporium, kind of natter. (You know you love my mutterings. Admit it!) So do sit back, relax, and keep up, if you can!

Here I am, after a long, tiring day of work (I manage a medical office and handle all the paperwork, phone calls, insurance, correspondence, appointments, supply orders, figures, charge entry… well, you get the point), after being pulled in three or four different directions at once, generally, all on roughly 4 hours of interrupted sleep. Meaning, that during the 4 hours sleep I managed to acquire, Orangie (my Beloved kitty/pooz) woke me up at least three times and then, around 4:30 AM decided it was time to get up! Needless to say I was not really amused.

Yet, my point, if I really must have one (which I don’t, as you are all very well aware ) (and if you aren’t, you may wish to read over my first two posts found under my About Page) (yes, harmless, if shameless, self promotion there. Do be kind) …um., yes my point being that, although I am running on very little sleep and copious quantities of caffeine, (and admittedly a generous dash or three of sugar) and although I promised my co-workers that I would be going to bed tonight nearly as soon as I walked in the door, here I am, sitting at my laptop, listening to music (Hans Zimmer Themes from various movies, mostly) (they really are inspiring, actually!), writing and talking, for all intents and purposes, to you. (hows that for a 90+ word sentence with a reading scale of 34.6!)

Yes, I confess, I love to concoct absurdly long, compound-complex sentences just for the sheer exhilaration of seeing how many words I can cram into one phrase and how difficult I can make it for the reader to follow what it is that I’m nattering on about. Although that might sound counter-productive, I do find that prattling on at breakneck pace has its advantages. For one thing, I don’t get bored and I don’t tend to think my readers do either ( in spite of the fact that I sometimes lose my thoughts and have to re-read what I’ve written to figure out what it is that I wrote!)

Ok, that might sound somewhat Sherlock Holmes-ish or far too Dickensian for your taste; I admit it, and some, if not most, people, I do believe, would rather read Dr Seuss than Shakespeare (or, to hold the continuity of the subject a bit more laterally, Dickens), but I prefer to work for what I’m reading, which, I’m sorry to say, means that, occasionally, you get dragged down into the quagmire of my musings as well, while I pour out words like wine.

Oh, to be sure, it might be a rather cheap, inexpensive wine; definitely not that bottle that’s been around so long that no one really knows how old it is or if it’s still at all palatable… or if it’s, by this time, turned into something that more closely resembles writing ink than a robust Cabernet Sauvignon, but wine nevertheless, because you cannot help (at least I hope) but drink in these words and get caught up in their heady, giddy ambiance.

Drunk on words, perhaps? Yes, quite possibly, but it beats the alternative and I don’t often wake up with a hangover after spending an evening imbibing on language and literary lyricism.

These are but wild and whirling words, my Lord.
I’m sorry they offend you, heartily. Yes faith, heartily.
(Hamlet : Act 1, Scene 5)

(It’s also been a while since I made you read Shakespeare, but hopefully that wasn’t too painful) So while Sherlock utters unimaginable prognostications that spin your head (and sometimes your senses) in a dozen directions; while Shakespeare flaunts his verbose majesty in delicious, archaic form; while the good Dr Suess states categorically “I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.” (an observation with which I whole-heartedly agree); I shall whimsically, whirlingly and, yes, sometimes wildly, pour forth these seemingly directionless dialogues with little more than a smile and a wink, offering up otherwise inconsequential drivel to amuse, bemuse and, perhaps, disabuse.

~Morgan~
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The Blushing Rose

26 Tuesday Nov 2013

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Blushing
Some people don’t blush at all, others blush red as the rose with little reason. I am one of those that falls somewhere in between, though closer to the red rose portion of the spectrum, to be sure, and right now in particular. Why? (or to coin the phrase(s)
Guildenstern: Ah, why?
Rosencrantz: Exactly!
Guildenstern: Exactly what?
Rosencrantz: Exactly why?
Guildenstern: Exactly why what?
Rosencrantz: What?
Guildenstern: Why?
Rosencrantz: Why what exactly?
Dare you even ask at this point? But since you do and since I’ve already begun and since we are both here, one waiting upon the other, partners in crime as it were, I shall elaborate:
“to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief:” (Hamlet, of course, Scene II)
Relatively Speaking of course.

Paint the World with Words (please find her at: http://painttheworldwithwords.wordpress.com/) has blessed me and made me blush like the red rose by not only (re)nominating me for the Blog of the Year Award (Star Three!) but also the Most Influential Blogger Award.
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The Blog of the Year Award is very special because every time you are given the award by another blog- you can add another star! There are, in fact, a total of 6 stars to collect. This means you can pay tribute to your favorite blogs and, even if they have already been given the award by someone else, you can still bestow the prize again to help them reach the maximum of 6 stars! (Swapping out badges as you go, and adding a star each time you receive an additional nomination.)
You can find all the badges, banners and information you need via this link: ‘Blog of The Year 2013′ Award Badges.
The Rules for this Award are:
1-Select the blog(s) you think deserve the Blog Of The Year 2013 Award.
2-Write a post about the blog(s) you have chosen (there are no minimum or maximum number of blogs required) and ‘present’ the blog(s) with their award.
3-Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the instructions with them- (please don’t alter the instructions or the badges!)
4-Come over and say hello to the originator of the Blog Of The Year 2013 Award via this link:http://thethoughtpalette.co.uk/blog-awards-2-/blog-of-the-year-2013-award/
5-You can now also join the Blog Of The Year Award Facebook Page. Click the link here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/BlogoftheYear to share your blog posts with an even wider audience.
6-Finally, as a winner of the award, please add a link back to the blog that presented you with this award-and then proudly display the award on your blog- and start collecting stars!

So, without further Blathering here are My nominees for Blog of the Year 2013:
1. Busy Mind Thinking at: http://busymindthinking.com/
2. Some Call it Red at: http://taehreh.wordpress.com/
3. Heron There and Everywhere at: http://heronthereeverywhere.us/
4. Helen Valentina at: http://helenvalentina.com/
5. Great Poetry Mhf at: http://greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com/
Do please stop by these remarkable blogs to check out their unique styles, amazing poetry, thought-provoking writing, beautiful photography and inspiring art. You will certainly not be disappointed.

(Draw deep breath here) …
Paints (as I like to call her) also bestowed upon me the honoure of the Most Influential Blogger Award. Dear Me, I never ever would have guessed any of this would happen when I set out less than 6 months ago. I am truly (well, as I like to say, relatively speaking) speechless (since I’m sure you are all very well aware at this point that that never really truly occurs!)
As with all awards, the rules are simple:
1. Display the Award on your Blog.
2. Announce your win with a post and thank the Blogger who awarded you.
3. Present 10 deserving Bloggers with the Award.
4. Link your awardees in the post and let them know of their being awarded with a comment.
5. Answer each of the 11 questions that your awarder asked, and then write 11 for your awardees (or use the same ones up to you!)

Most Importantly, My Nominees Are:

1. Tell Me About It at: http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/
2. Being Me From A to Z at: http://beingmefromatoz.com/
3. Colour Me in Cyanide at: http://olorielmoonshadow.wordpress.com/
4. iiThinks at: http://iithinks.wordpress.com/
5. Writings from Dr Oolie’s Pond at: http://dermsstuff.wordpress.com/
6. Beeseeker at: http://beeseeker.wordpress.com/
7. Black and Write at: http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/
8. Chronicles at: http://nolieblinn.com/
9. A Poets Journey at: http://scribblingink.wordpress.com/
10. Bjorn Rudberg’s Writings at: http://brudberg.wordpress.com/

These remarkable blogs are filled with beauty, vision, insight, and thought-provoking posts that will inspire and motivate as well as some things that will make you go hmmmmmmm? They shine a light in the vast darkness of this world, and the many glimmers radiate Influence in all directions. Bravo!

For all of You my Dearest Friends:
There is no Fair Expression my Gratitude can take,
Which would Adequately Reveal
The Depths of my Thankfulness for You;
For even as Time itself is Ever –present
Yet Intangible,
My Appreciation for You, as Sweet as Breath,
Is Inexpressible.

And now for the requisite questions : (some of this may sound slightly familiar…)
1) What makes you happiest? Writing and Music
2) Do you love the Oceans or Mountains more? That’s difficult, both has their own lovely attributes, their own draws. I have to cope out on this one and say both .
3) What has been a special moment in 2013? May 25th. For reasons that shall remain my own 😉 (sorry that’s not fun or fair, I know) But what occurred inspired me to finally create this blog, started me off on a physical fitness regime resulting in 30 lbs lost and still going strong, changed my entire relationship with The Almighty and has given my life a sense of Purpose and Accomplishment I have long been longing for :so whatever it was, (which shall remain nameless) was life changing to be sure!
4) What’s your favorite quote? Of Course, From Hamlet because I relate to this speech entirely!
“I have of late—but wherefore
I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of
exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my
disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to
me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy,
the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why,
it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent
congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties,
in form and moving how express and admirable,
in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
5) Do you like yourself? I certainly think so, at least, I do hope so. Rather, I might say I dare to, or perhaps, I ought to…nay, I do 😉
6) Do you stay up till midnight on New Year? I do, but then, I stay up until midnight most nights so…
7) Something you wish could be done ASAP? Publication…relocation (to England, naturally) and Liberation (poetically speaking of course, meaning to find Love)
8) What was your favorite class when still at school? English, naturally.
9) What musical instrument have you tried to play? I play with the handbell choir at my church
10) Anything you had wished to have learned earlier? Life comes at its pace for a reason…I just do my best to learn from the present and walk toward the future.
11) Do you like to do Crafts, Drawing or Painting? Painting.

~Morgan~
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Cheeky

22 Friday Nov 2013

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Cheeky

I will be cheeky, there’s no denying it. I can no help it (she says with a rolling brogue) It’s in my nature to be particularly mischievous (now and again.) (or, more often than not, depending) (most of the time, really) (see what I mean!)

But it’s also in my nature to be pensive, to over-think things, and to live the life of a romanticist. I confess, I’m a sensualist; I love things, I don’t just like things. I am filled with passion and fire. I look at the clouds, I stare up at the stars (which I’m sure you’ve already figured out just reading my poetry) (so, somewhat irrelevant for me to bring it up again, really) (I’d hit delete, but it’s somehow easier to just keep rolling at this point). I’m sure you can relate on some level. After all, we’re all of a creative bent of mind here, to some extent at least, and as such, being in our right minds, we can appreciate the finer things without the burden of having to (necessarily) rationalize them (all the time).

Why should we, in point of fact? Why is it that we are taught to feel guilty about splashing through the cool puddle on a warm summer’s day? Why should we care if running with abandon through the gurgling stream or the wave’s fringe upon the shore results in spatters of mud or sand upon our trousers? How does it serve to feel compelled to rush to the dry cleaners after we take a flying leap into a pile of sweet smelling leaves? (you still do it, I know you do) After all, if the pleasure results in purgatory, is it really a pleasure?

Ok, I got way to deep there! I do apologize. Honourable Sorry! Yo, My Bad! Or what have you. This was supposed to be a giddy piece, not one that makes you scratch your head and puzzle until your puzzler is sore (like someone else I know) (or the Grinch, again, depending), although, admittedly, my whimsical posts do tend to degenerate into that sort of specific madness that results in a puzzled expression and a raised brow. We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Moving on…

I am, perchance, a “person” of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: Full of gibes, gambols, songs, and flashes of merriment that are wont to set the table on a roar (rather like Poor Yorick?) I am also, at times, far too much like Ophelia: a young maid (relatively speaking!) (not a word from the peanut gallery, thank you!) whose wits are as mortal as an old man’s life, which ultimately just leads us back to Yorick, so I suppose I’ll camp out here for a while. Nice cushy spot in the garden, after all!

Point? Actually, I do have one, but I dare say I made it already (missed it? I was a wee bit cheeky about it, (wink wink) do go back a bit… to paragraph 3, perhaps… Yep, there you go.) So at this stage of the game I’m really just blathering. I do enjoy a good natter, dontcha know! The com panel is jammed, Captain. Jar Jar Binks has gone off on a tangent, Obi Wan. There are clues lying about like sweets on Easter morning, Sherlock (or, if you prefer, like nicotine patches in 221B Baker St.)

Yes, I do tend to be a bit cheeky, now and again, but I know (or, at least I hope) you don’t mind.

~Morgan~
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Quintessence of Dust

14 Thursday Nov 2013

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Quintessence

Please allow me to begin by saying that I am more Blessed than I can ever say. Having said as much, please also permit me the honour, and indeed the true privilege that it is, to bend your ear and perhaps your patience, to express how Happy I am to be a part of this WordPress Family; to have my very own blog, which may seem a casual feat to some; to have come so very far so fast, and to have the remarkably uplifting and inspiring support of so many skilled, talented, beautiful artists. Artists who paint my world with colour, light, shadow, night, sound expressed in word and tone, laughs and tears, yes, sighs and moans. Artists, who, like me, revel in the majestic freedom of the written word.

Yet to me, “what is this quintessence of dust”? It is indeed a marvel that one such as I, should you know me as I do; for one who for so long had not written a single poem and barely scratched the surface of the ocean of words which has poured forth since launching this blog; for one who has ever considered herself to be ordinary, unremarkable, every-day, to be able to sit down, log in, night after truly blessed night, and feel the power of inspiration flowing through me like a mighty, inexorable river; to hear the soft whispers of Love, Hope, Peace and Joy singing from the very depths of my soul; to open document after document, close my eyes, and type until the torrential flow abates and then, to read the magic etched into the page with astonishment and humility, knowing full well the Source from which it sprang and without which I would, as yet, be devoid of lyric and silent. It is far more than even I, with all my words, can relate.

For when I began this blog, a few months ago, not quite half a year, my thoughts were simply to have a place to share a laugh or two, a poem or three, and perchance a story or four; I had hopes that I should acquire a few followers, make a few friends, and, if I was fortunate, perhaps, touch a life or two with something significant known only to them by the use of this gift given so graciously to me. Little did I know. How unimaginative I truly was/am, to think that the Author and Creator of the written word, the Originator of Lyrical Poetry and the Architect of the Masterful Language we so poorly utilize might only do something hum-drum and run of the mill.

Perhaps Booknvolume is hum-drum and run of the mill. Perhaps my efforts speak only to me. Yet even if that is the case, then Blessing is still Blessing. And if, after everything is said and done, after the dust settles and the floor boards begin to creak with age, if everything I’ve ever written fades into twilight save one blessedly inspired piece, that, in all the grace of Heaven, might live on beyond me and touch a single life with Heaven’s Love, Divine Hope, The Father’s Peace and the Spirit’s Joy, then I shall count myself immortal, transcending time and space, through the gift of God Entrusted to me. Blessed to be a Blessing and a Blessing to be so Blessed.

And if I, who am ordinary, un-extraordinary; if I, who am not a rock star or a movie star or even a published author (yet); if I, who wake up each morning, “to grunt and sweat under a weary life” am capable of such a miraculous feat; if I am destined to be Immortal and touch a single life…then perhaps, so too, might you.

And if we all, in the conscientious exploitation of this truly stupendous achievement of language and the utterly perplexing bequest of communication handed down to us from Grace Itself do touch a single life and they in turn touch one, how many shall we reach? How many shall we become? How long will our Gift live? How Shall the World be changed? And How Can it, in any fashion, be Explained, other than to count it Utter, Unparalleled, Unexplainable Blessing?

~Morgan~
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