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A Splendid Giggle – #ThoughtsonLife #Laughter #JoyfulLiving

06 Saturday Jul 2019

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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BnV, BooknVolume, Finding Happiness, Human Interests, Inspiration, Joyful Living, Laughter, Laughter is the Best Medicine, life, ~Morgan~

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I recently read an article about the (not so) amazing benefits of laughter (found here: http://www.webmd.com/balance/features/give-your-body-boost-with-laughter) , which got me thinking… When was the last time you had a really splendid giggle? A laugh-until-you-cried laugh? If it’s been more than a few days, then it may have been too long.

My coworkers and I went for lunch one bright day…nothing special, just a little spot nearby that has really good pork barbeque sandwiches ( which is a specialty in our part of the country and not at all what you might expect since no BBQ sauce is involved)….and ice cream! Not necessarily a great combo, but when you have a few hours to kill…

If you know anything about me yet, you know one thing for sure; wherever I go, laughter ensues. Not to say that I can’t be serious, I can, but giggles are just so nice, really, aren’t they? So it doesn’t take very long before we are doing more laughing than eating, before we are quoting Seinfeld episodes, Big Bang Theory, and generally having more fun than anyone else in the place. Not unusual, actually; I like to enjoy myself.

It’s a Friday, by the by. This means it’s the one day a week I allow myself a soda (or Pop, depending on your location), specifically Mountain Dew Voltage: Bottled Blue Bliss. 90 lovely mg’s of caffeinated liquid candy to supercharge my morning, since I am most assuredly NOT a morning person. On top of that I’ve also ingested an additional 96 mg’s of caffeine thanks to a morning Starbuck’s Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte (but that is a post entirely worthy of itself!) In other words, I am about as revved as a person can legally be during the first three hours of the work day.

I confess Diet Coke with lunch was not a brilliant idea and at this point, I am the resident entertainment for my coworkers, it’s a lark, if you can keep up with me, but this is not the end of the story…No No No! This is the beginning. I mentioned this lovely little luncheonette serves Ice Cream, did I not? Yes, I did and they do, but they do not serve just the plain old dish with a few rainbow sprinkles; they create masterpieces of confection worthy of the Louvre.

Admittedly, the sundae should have been the entire meal, but in all honesty, it was an afterthought, and in spite of my vociferous protestations, my charming coworkers select the perfect dessert prepared especially for me.

Peanut Butter Overload. (and yes, it is everything it’s name promises it will be) Chocolate ice cream, hot fudge, liquid peanut butter, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup pieces, peanuts and, in case that isn’t quite enough sugar to put you into a coma, whipped cream with three….THREE…cherries. (feel free to insert orgasmic sigh here) Heaven Help Me!

Thirty minutes later, I am officially buzzed without having ingested even an infinitesimal drop of alcohol, but we have to get back to work, believe it or not. Into the car we climb (and I actually manage that miraculous feat without incident), and off we go. 15 minute drive, Easy Peasy, right?

Wrong.

I cannot honestly tell you what set me off. In my state, it may have been anything, but I start giggling. It’s a cute little giggle, really, and it’s as infectious as any giggle could be. Unaware of the joke, my coworkers join in and before long we are all laughing, which is ridiculous, since no one knows what we are laughing at, which makes me laugh all the more; curls bouncing, tears coming, cant-catch-my-breath mirth that has a predictable outcome. Everyone else laughs too, until we are all breathless and teary-eyed.

Honestly, I have no idea how we got back to work, since my friend driving the car was crying so hard she couldn’t possibly see the road, but make it back we did and, after sitting in the parking lot for another five minutes catching our breath we finally dismount and adjourn to the office.

Not amazingly, (after the queue for the loo diminished) although the morning had been taxing, we now felt refreshed, rejuvenated and (I’m looking for another R-word)…revitalized; sugar and caffeination not withstanding, (since I was the only one thusly intoxicated.)

So the next time you are feeling peckish, feel free to find a little luncheonette and enjoy a bite with your crew, but be sure,

be Absolutely SURE,

that you have yourself an UTTERLY SPLENDID GIGGLE.

~Morgan~

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Sleeping with the Enemy – Thoughts on #Perspectives

18 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Harmony, Human Interests, Inspiration, Laughter, life, Nature, relationships, spirituality, ~Morgan~

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Sleeping with the Enemy

Let me begin by saying that I am arachnophobic. Always have been, always will be. I’m that person that goes into an unparalleled fit of screaming, shaking, and running in the opposite direction whenever those creepy-crawly eight legged monsters are around. I’m the person who wakes up in the middle of the night and strips her bed to the bare bones to make sure there isn’t one or millions of those hairy, spindly, multi-legged freaks somewhere amongst the covers. Or under the bed. Or on any of the coordinating furniture. Or lying in wait on the drapes until I go back to sleep, so it can then descend on me in the darkness of night to send me into the aforementioned paroxysm. I’m also the person who once had to single-handedly dispatch a gargantuan, tarantula sized, octoplet-limbed creature of terror who had taken up residence in my bathtub!!! (insert frenzied shrieking here!)

Fast forward now, from that ghastly day, to this morning where you will find me (hypothetically speaking) lying in my bed, dreaming sweet dreams without care; dozing the morning away because it’s finally a Saturday and I don’t HAVE to get up early. (and the congregation shouts AMEN!) I wake up, lazily search for the clock, realize it’s not even 8 AM, smile triumphantly, roll over and promptly resume my reverie. My mind drifts aimlessly through wisps of dreams still clinging to my memory; lingers over musings of hazy imaginings and teeters on the pinnacle between conscious thought and transcendental hyperbole.…until, at last, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling… you know the sensation…trying to remember what planet I’m on.

My thoughts shift from mystical to rational, (darn it!) I begin to strategically plan out my day, workout and the subsequent primping and preening that follows, breakfast, errands, financial concerns, laundry…yeck! Oh To sleep, perchance to dream! (sorry, snuck some Shakespeare in there on ya!) But this fair thought, now ended; I must rouse myself to the full and stumble on…( that part’s not Shakespeare, that’s me being “poetic”. Shakespeare always merits Italics) So, up I get and up gets the cat (his name is Little Orange Pooz, but that’s yet another post). I turn to make up the bed and then I SEE IT! A black, fuzzy, eight-legged beastie fully the size of a quarter (OR for my British friends, a one pound coin) sitting on my curtain just above my pillow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Typically, this is the instant where the heebie-jeebies take over, the moment when rationale goes out the window and an inescapable spasm of insanity runs riot over me. I stare in dismay, but to my utter bewilderment and astonishment, I neither freak nor flee. Rather, although I have no comprehension of why, I stand there, LEAN CLOSER, and gaze at this little furry monster more intently. I can see he’s not moving; he’s almost curled up, and for half of a fleeting second I almost smile!!! He’s sleeping! Is he dreaming? What does a spider dream about, I wonder paradoxically. Does he dream about dropping down from the ceiling in the middle of the night onto unsuspecting, sleeping young women to send them into riotous fits of irrational fear all for the sheer hilarity of it?

Who cares!!!! I shake myself…it’s a spider!!! In any other situation, I would instantaneously grab the nearest shoe and start screechin’ n’ swingin’! But, instead, I find myself walking calmly (albeit briskly) to the laundry cupboard, retrieving a duster (a long handled one to be sure!), and returning to the scene of the crime to patiently coax this denizen of hideousness onto the fluffy fibers of his waiting conveyance so I can carry him (once again, at a BRISK pace) to the door and deposit him on the first green growing thing I can find.

Ok….what’s the deal? How can this be? What alternate reality did I wake to this morning that would find me inquisitively regarding and then effectively sparing the life of my lifelong nemesis and archenemy? Is there some lucid explanation for this, otherwise, inexplicable deviation from the norm? I spend the next several hours musing over the possibilities. It could be simply that I hadn’t yet had a sufficient intake of caffeine, was still half asleep and not thinking clearly. Or it could be, perhaps, that I was so surprised I didn’t have time to think about it, really, completely. Or my body could have been taken over by aliens in the middle of the night and I was under some form of extra-terrestrial manipulation!

No, I guess not.

I guess the most likely, if least appealing, explanation is that I’ve changed somehow, in some way as yet not quite realized, or at least not quite realized until this morning, and I’m left to wonder… Is it possible that change isn’t as tedious and complicated as we always think it will be? Perhaps, every now and then, change comes quietly, when we least expect it, like a furry, not so little, spider tiptoeing into our room without us even noticing it. Curling up beside us while we’re not paying attention, it lies, waiting to be discovered and, ultimately, it transforms us into someone we barely guessed we could be.

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~Morgan~

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#DailyThankfulnessJournal – #Joy

26 Friday Jan 2018

Posted by Morgan in Thankfulness Journal Challenge

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Thank You for the Blessing of Joy!

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Day 42 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Challenge

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~Morgan~

 

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#FridayFantasy – Beyond Morning

27 Friday Oct 2017

Posted by Morgan in Friday FeyDay / Fantasy, Poetry

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Beyond Mornin

Turn me not from Sparkling Twilight,
Either to the left or to the right,
But point me Straight on to Morning,
With Pixie Dust generously Adorning,
Where Imagination Shall be my Guide,
And Laughter books passage for the ride.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: funkwood at Deviantart.com

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Tumbling Laughter – #DailyHaikuChallenge

17 Sunday Sep 2017

Posted by Morgan in Daily Haiku Challenge

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Tumbling laughter

Echoing in the stillness

Will you Laugh along?

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see  The Original Post from Day One

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Day 318 / 365

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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Unlock the Hidden Meanings – #Technology #Humor

29 Thursday Jun 2017

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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BnV, BooknVolume, Computer humor, Humor, IT, IT Helpdesk, Laughter, Technology, ~Morgan~

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Because we all need a laugh now and again, I simply had to share this snippet that I stumbled across in an old email 🙂 I hope you enjoy it as much as I did 🙂

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Takeaway: Before joining the help desk elite, unseasoned techs must master the hidden meaning of phrases used during a support call.  There are a number of key phrases that are used on a regular basis at help desks around the world. They sound harmless enough but often have hidden meanings, understood only by those who have been initiated into the black art of the help desk. In this listing of common phrases and their true meanings, I’m sure you’ll see some that you’ve heard before and some that you might have even used yourself.

What IT says vs. What IT means:


“To tell you the truth/To be honest…”

Meaning: “I am about to heavily bend the truth.”

“It would probably be best to re-install the software.”
Meaning: “I don’t know how to fix this, nor does anyone else here. By the time we’ve worked out the solution, you could have re-installed the package a dozen times.”

“Hmmm! That’s a good one!”
Meaning:“What the heck are you talking about?”

“There must be some incompatibility problem.”
Meaning: “I haven’t got a clue.”

“I’ll check with my team leader.”
Meaning: “He hasn’t got a clue either.”

“We have passed the problem on to the developers.”
Meaning: “Even they don’t have a clue.”

“Let me just check with a colleague.”
Meaning: “I’ll press the mute button now because I can’t stop laughing.”

“What operating system are you running?”
Meaning: “Do you know what an operating system is?”

“Are you getting a login error?”
Meaning: “You’ve forgotten your password, haven’t you?”

“Let’s check your system settings.”
Meaning: “I wasn’t listening the first time.”

“I apologize unreservedly for my mistake.”
Meaning: “Damn! I just broke the first help desk law!”

“Let’s run through that procedure one more time and check the exact error message.”
Meaning: “I need to play for time while I reboot my machine, swallow this huge lump of sandwich I just bit off, find the relevant help file, and finish making my tea.”

What the callers say vs. what they mean
“I haven’t touched anything.”

Meaning: “I have just fiddled with some registry settings/DLLs/system settings and now it won’t work at all.”

“I really truly haven’t touched anything.”
Meaning: “I’ve really done it this time.”

“What would happen if…?”
Meaning: “I’ve just done this and feel a bit silly. How would I fix it without anyone knowing?”

“I’m a personal friend of the chairman.”
Meaning: “He once swore at me for using his parking space.”

“I’m running Windows 97.”
Meaning: “I don’t know the difference between an operating system and an office package.”

“Of course everything is plugged in! Do you think I’m stupid?”
Meaning: “Something is not plugged in.”

“I really can’t waste any more time on this, goodbye!”
Meaning: “I just spotted what I did wrong, and I’m very embarrassed.”

“My screen is blurred and I get headaches.”
Meaning: “The guy across the corridor just got a new screen and I want one too.”

“Is there a problem with the network?”
Meaning: “I forgot my password.”

“It won’t let me in and I know I entered the password correctly.”
Meaning: “I have caps lock on.”

“I checked my caps lock and I still can’t log in.”
Meaning: “I forgot my password, and the last time this happened I had my caps lock on.”

“Has this problem been reported by anyone else?”
Meaning: “Am I the only clueless pony on the block?”

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We’ve all be there when it comes to computers, and for those of us who work on them 24/7/365, this is a breath of fresh air……which basically means ‘ At least I’m not the only one who’s a monkey doing a math problem here!”
Have a wonderful day everyone 🙂
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~Morgan~

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Sparkle – #Inspirational #Poetry

27 Tuesday Dec 2016

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Believe in Yourself, BnV, BooknVolume, confidence, Inspiration, Joy, Laughter, life, Love, Poem, poetry, spirituality, ~Morgan~

Sparkle

Love Loves,
Simply. Purely.
Despite Faults,
Unfailingly. Surely.

Beauty Blushes,
Sweetly, Demurely.
Brazen and Bold,
With Bright Surety.

So Dance, Laugh,
Delight in You,
And As You Sparkle,
You’re Beauty will Shine Through.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork: Star sparkles by blu_ish at Deviantart.com

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Word Mongery

01 Friday Jan 2016

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Family, Imagination, Inspiration, Laughter, Sherlock Holmes, words, Wordsmith, Writing, ~Morgan~

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So here we are, on the “other” side of the Holiday (relatively speaking). I do not go all out for New Years, anymore; I dare say I’ve gotten over it (well, gotten over the parties, frosty beverages and mornings after wishing I had stayed home the night before). Maybe it’s my age (be careful agreeing too quickly, you!) but I find New Years Day spent with family, enjoying a crockpot full of pork roast and sauerkraut on top of a steaming mound of creamy mashed potatoes and a lovely salad far more enticing (again, relatively speaking) than the jello shots (never a favourite, really), the bottles of vodka (more of a favourite, I do confess it, blended nicely with some LifeWater for flavour), and a few cherry bombs for good measure.

Sitting down at table with hearty food, even heartier laughter, with a dessert course of left over sweet treats from Christmas and an afternoon spent in frivolity playing games or cards (yep, I’m showing my age!) is my idea of properly bringing in the New Year. Oh to be sure, a trip to my favourite Isle across the pond would trump any such day, beyond a shadow of a doubt, but that has yet to happen, so I’ll keep it (more or less) real.

I’m a word game person, naturally, and, if truth be told, somewhat unfortunately, since I, admittedly, generally end up winning these games (Balderdash being my all time, number one pick for a great party game) (you know, the game where you get an obscure word from the dictionary and then have to make up a definition for it to win points and, sooner or later, the game) which, then, no one wants to play anymore because I’ve won the last five rounds. (it’s rather like trying to enjoy a murder mystery weekend with Sherlock, NO fun!) It’s a double-edged sword, this word-mongery!

By this point, you are, no doubt, beginning to wonder where I’m going with this post. That would make two of us! Nope, honest and true, I promise, I have no idea what I’m talking about…er, that is, I have no particular point or direction in which I am going; just sojourning (along with you, apparently) (My apologies, I think) through the vast wilderness of words that lies like a frontier before us, waiting to be explored, ever beckoning (rather like those New Years Eve beverages I’m trying to elude!)

Being a Word-Monger, I am entirely capable of prattling on, pointlessly, seemingly without end (a fact of which, I am quite sure, you are already very well aware). This continuous flow of words takes me (and you along with me) here, there and anywhere. From the hum-drum to the fantastical; from the nearby (like Cape May, NJ) to the far, far away (like the Village of Hwyndarin in my own made up world of Feyfolk); from the evocative to the entirely inconsequential, these words create a river upon which I willingly drift, day in, day out.

As Del Griffith so eloquently put it, (John Candy’s legendary and immortal bumpkin in the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles) “I just go with the flow, like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty river.” Yet, being this word-monger, (or perhaps, after greater consideration, the phrase wordsmith might make a bit more sense) (but since I’m more enamored with Word Monger, I’m staying with that) (where was I?), the river is one of my own creating, as well as the boat, and the places to which I travel. The people I meet are crafted from my own imagination, to be as interesting, sophisticated, beautiful, ridiculous or unmemorable as I so desire and the adventures I have are as exhilarating, terrifying, and/or heart-warming as I care for them to be.

It is a marvelous thing to be Blessed with such an expansive and, seemingly, never-ending imagination; I rarely get bored; I seldom have little to talk about (again, that’s a double-edged sword!) and I can always close my eyes and fill my thoughts (not to mention my blog) with magical notions that seem to be appreciated as much by you (since you are still here reading and, as far as I can tell, do not [yet] have that puzzled expression on your face) as by me. Being inclined in a verbose nature, or gifted with expression, or perhaps you might say Quietness Challenged, is as intoxicating to me as any of those New Years Eve enticements and far more lasting….

But when people are trying to beat me at a word game, being a Word Monger with a vast repertoire of colourful words and phrases isn’t, necessarily, quite as appreciated. 🙂

Wishing you ALL a Delightful and Rewarding 2017 filled with a similar Blessing of words, phrases, characters, plots, musings, verses, and lyrical Magic!

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Dary Frakes

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The Childing Year

31 Thursday Dec 2015

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Childing Year

New Years Eve comes Once a Year,
Offering Laughter, Renewal, Good Cheer;
Filled with Hope, the Childing Year Smiles,
Presenting Perspective o’re the Past Year’s Trials,
Sifting New Joys with Goals Freshly Made,
Waving Goodbye to the Old, Grudges Fade;
Lifting our Eyes with Expectation,
New Challenges Faced without Trepidation.
Shine, Then, Under the Year End’s Jamboree,
And Walk towards the New with Resolution’s Guarantee.

Many Blessings, Peace, Hope, and Joy Be Yours this New Bright Shining Year!

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Frances Brundage

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Cheeky

26 Saturday Dec 2015

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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BnV, BooknVolume, Hamlet, Joy, Laughter, life, Romanticism, Sensualism, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Star Trek, Star Wars, The Grinch, ~Morgan~

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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With Gratitude

06 Thursday Aug 2015

Posted by Morgan in About Me (since you Insist)

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BnV, BooknVolume, Friendship, Inspiration, Laughter, Poem, poetry, relationships, Thankful Thursday, Writing, ~Morgan~

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Booknvolume has reached another Milestone: 2600 posts. Who knew, when I first started out, that the words would come so prolifically or that so many (over 9K of you) would find my particular brand of verbosity appealing, interesting or, at the very least, bizarre enough to warrant a few return visits 🙂 Regardless of the reasons, however, Please Please allow me to take this opportunity, on this Thankful Thursday, to say how much YOU mean to me, How much your Support and Appreciation of what I offer here makes me smile and continues to Inspire me.

As I said in my very first post : 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?)

And Thanks to you, this relationship continues, the Inspiration flows on and, hopefully, so too does the laughter! So For YOU! My Dear Sweet WordPress Family:

OH How the Surprise of Tears Do come,
Rushing in on my Poise and Certainty
When Such a Warm and Delicate Touch
As Your words,
In Delight of Mine,
Do Cause the Moon to Shiver,
The Sun to Shine!
Without the Simplest Enticement or Lure,
My Thanks, Seemingly Paltry,
Yet Honest and Pure,
For Ever Do I Receive This Honor
With More Gratitude of Thought and Feeling
Than My Language or Heart Can Sweetly Express.

~Morgan~

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Saturday Showcase – Blessings and Giggles

11 Saturday Apr 2015

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Blessings and Giggles

Blessings and Giggles?

Yes, why not? After all, God invented Laughter, so why not share our giggles and smiles with the world? It could be easy, I suppose, to sit long faced, moping, sullen, brooding, cantankerous, but what purpose does it serve? One only ends up vexing everyone , including oneself!

As Children we smile and giggle throughout the day. We laugh, we play, we make up rhymes ( and some of us never stop doing that!), we create words, (or that!) we reach out to others with open hearts and smiling spirits. So what happens to change that and when? Metaphysics may not be my PhD, it may not be my cup of tea (yep, there I go rhyming again), but where do the giggles go? What brings reality crashing down upon us to make laughter stale and smiles sour?

I cannot tell you, but for every frown, there IS a smile, somewhere, waiting to be shared. For every growl of anger or bitterness, there IS an infectious giggle just waiting to burst forth, and for every scoff of derision and unkind muttering there IS a light-hearted tune playing quietly in the background…somewhere. It may be half way around the world, and it may be just next door, it’s hard to say, really, where you may find it or when it may suddenly, smilingly, appear, but it IS there.

Now, what if you were the melodious tune being whistled? What if you were the genuine smile offered in the face of a scowl? What if you supplied the unexpectedly mirthful giggle? Whose life might you lighten and brighten? Whose day might be inexorably altered? If that person thought Happiness was miles away and, instead, it was just in the next office cubicle, or beside them on the tube, or in the next car while mired in rush hour traffic, then Heaven would be, briefly, within reach, wouldn’t it?

And YOU would be the Angel winging Love and Hope, Peace and Joy and GIGGLES, to the world.

So yes, Blessings and Giggles, my dear Friends.

~Blessings and Giggles~

~Morgan~
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Friday Fantasy – Little Precious One

20 Friday Mar 2015

Posted by Morgan in Friday FeyDay / Fantasy

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Little Precious One

Little Precious One

Cherub of Mine

Oh How I Love You

You are Perfect and Fine!

Gazing in your Eyes

Is the Sweetest Pleasure

Little Precious One

My Most Darling Treasure!

~Morgan~
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Wealth and Power

16 Monday Mar 2015

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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wealth and power II

In this world of rapidity, haste, and urgency, where instant has become the norm and the norm has become tedious, the importance of Quietness and Solitude has seemingly been forgotten. We fill our daily schedules to the point where there remains little, if any, time to simply sit quietly, close our eyes, and unwind. We participate in every imaginable activity; we flutter from community event to social outing; we hurry to work, hurry to the gym, rush home, race through a meal in order to dash back out the door again until we fall into bed in the attempt to cram in a few hours of sleep before we start it all over again.

Life around us is bustling and bursting, blaring with boisterous babbling and blatantly brazen brashness that bewilders and befuddles. From the minute we bounce out of bed, we fill our eyes and ears with sound and images; we hurry our hands with smart technology; we drink copious quantities of caffeinated energy drinks so we can rush to and fro, rarely taking a moment to smell the roses or sit amoung the lilies. Yet Peace Pervades Peacefully. Tranquility Settles Tenderly. Serenity Rests Calmly. And the only way to attain these Treasures is to do the same.

Turn off the tunes and open the window so you may listen to the birds singing. Stop from rushing and Sigh in the warmth of the afternoon breeze. Forego meeting the crowd at the pub and Walk quietly along a burbling stream to listen to its purifying laughter. Turn off the lights and Gaze at the stars to wonder with awe. Put down the i-device and pick up a daisy to pluck its petals pensively or Run your hands through the feathering fronds of a whispering willow to feel tranquility seeping into your soul. Sit quietly in contemplation of the singular Majesty and Mystery of your own beating heart and Take stock of each Precious breath.

In that Quietude, where technology pauses and the human condition returns, the simple, understated gesture of folding your hands, closing your eyes, and bowing your head can have a far greater and more lasting effect upon your day and your life than any latest tune, text message, tweet, post, or energy drink. In that Silence, where all the rushing stops and a measure of Harmony returns, Peace will Pervade. Tranquility will Settle, and Serenity will Calm; teaching the mind that Opens to their gentle Presence that all the Wealth and Power in the world cannot replace the Blessing of a single moment spent Touching the Spirit.

~Morgan~
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Speechless…Yes Me!

06 Friday Mar 2015

Posted by Morgan in About Me (since you Insist), Just Me Musing

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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~

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