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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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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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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~

One Gift

12 Saturday Apr 2014

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Once upon a time, not so very long ago, I dreamed of writing. Writing for whoever might hear, whoever might care, or, for myself and the sheer enjoyment, nay, the absolute bliss of filling a page with words spilling from my mind like a torrent. (a torrent of what, we shall not debate!) Words have always been there, at the forefront of my every thought, waking or sleeping, dreaming or working. How many times I’ve been caught narrating what I’m doing by a quizzical onlooker I dare not admit (usually a family member, thank goodness, but not always). It’s rather like an obsession I cannot escape or break free of, and like an obsession, I do not care to break free, really.

I distinctly remember sitting in my fifth grade classroom, creating stories in my mind and scribbling them down for all I was worth rather than going out for recess (even when a rousing game of 4 square or kickball beckoned). How could I explain to other ten year olds that I would much rather immerse myself in the mystical places my imagination could take me, would take me, than run around in the dirt or swing from the playground monkey bars (which I never could reach anyway, being so diminutively statured).

OK, maybe that is just proof that I’m a little left of center. (You might enthusiastically agree) The dilithium crystals aren’t reaching full efficiency, Captain. I’m one clue short of a revelation, Sherlock. OR it may indicate that I was destined to unravel the complexities of life and love in lyrical, narrative fashion; who can tell (although more than likely it’s a bit of both, really). One thing is clear, though; I shall never escape the compelling temptation that is writing. I’m addicted, mind, body, soul.

Good thing, though, since it would seem this compulsion is my one true gift. (Yes, I do believe we all have at least one, some of us have more than one, though proving how quickly a bottle of Absolute can be absolutely obliterated or diving from train trusses with a spongy rope attached to the feet are not illustrations of a gift by any means) Where was I?

Good thing, yes, because I have found that once you allow yourself to become completely wound up in your True Gift the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment you achieve supersedes anything else, everything else. Of course, the trick is figuring out what your One True Gift is, which isn’t as simple as it seems. I should have known I was a writer, since words have been tumbling from my mind and spirit since I was old enough to speak. I spent a summer composing a collection of 100 poems, just as a challenge to myself and I’ve been writing one thing or another since I could hold a pencil (or crayon) (or lipstick). So why did it take me this long to sit down and take it seriously and to finally realize the ultimate joy in utilizing that one talent given to me alone (so to speak, since it was certainly given to you as well or we wouldn’t be here, but do humour me, as I’m making a point here) (I think/hope).

We walk along the path of life, meandering through the shaggy undergrowth and stopping often to investigate the curious or spectacular. We stumble over debris scattered in the avenue, sometimes we fall, tumble, roll and when we struggle to our feet the right way to go isn’t always clear. We point ourselves in a direction and trudge on. Often, we need to double back, realizing that we’ve chosen the wrong direction. The going can be difficult, uphill, over large stones and through loose gravel that slips underfoot; yet the light is always shining down on us, streaming through the lush canopy of green swaying in the wind over our heads. Nevertheless, we ultimately come to a place where we can go no farther unaided and we must make a deliberate choice. Turn around and stumble back the way we came, making no further progress and never reaching our goal(s) or reach for the walking stick waiting at our feet; accept the hand that is offered to help us continue on; allow ourselves to be carried through the brambles so we don’t fall or bleed anymore.

This isn’t a cop out, however. Nor is it taking the easy way out or cheating. In fact, it’s just the beginning. The start of a whole new journey; another path to walk along, another avenue to sojourn, though not alone, and when we walk this road, aided by the Light that is within us we will discover our Purpose. A purpose that will fill us (oddly enough) with Purpose. A destiny that will lead us to our Destiny; and a gift, One True Gift, that will give us the greatest Gift of all.

Purpose and a Destiny.

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Of Dragons and Loyalty. Of Friends and Kindred Spirits

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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Dragons and Loyalty: What could be better? Ok, other than chocolate or a nice steaming cup of (you know where I’m going right?) Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte, but in Fantasy as well as Reality, Dragons and Loyalty conjure fantastic images and invoke musings of far away lands and distant times. Yes, those things appeal to me on many levels; yet Dragons also speak of Strength and Valor (at least in my imagination), of Calamity and Transition, and Intensity of Purpose (though what a Dragon’s true purpose is, none can say, can they?) Loyalty is Loyalty and needs neither preface nor soliloquy to sing its praises: we all desire and appreciate its merits.

Dreamlanddancing blog at: http://dreamlanddancing.wordpress.com has nominated me for the very fine Dragon Loyalty Award. In all honesty, this award has come rather as a surprise from Dreamland, and I do confess to being somewhat unfamiliar with his blog or his works, yet I hold it as an even higher honour that he should think of me and gift to me such an award. It is a potent reminder that we here in blogdom, you and I, touch lives and inspire dreams, invoke thoughts and share the wealth of our spirits with Friends, with Kindred Spirits, and with Strangers we seldom contact. That is the Magic of blogging; that is the Blessing in Being The Blessing; that is the Mystery that Draws me back again and again and what continues to fuel the Flame of my Inspiration.

So Dreams..though I may not know you Well, I know you as Fellow Blogger, Kindred Writing Spirit, Dreamer, Philosopher and, hopefully in Time…Friend.

Now…without any further blather (you love when I blather, you know you do!) Here’s what I need to do:

-Display the Award Certificate
-Announce the Honour with a post and link to the Kind Spirit who presented the award.
-Present the award to 7 other Kindred bloggers.
-Let them know about the Honour through a comment on their Blog
-Post 7 interesting things about myself (hmm….or 7 more things you may not already know)

So, as usual, I shall begin with the blogs I nominate: Friends and Kindred Spirits who have been Loyal, Strong in Valor, and Fiercely Inspiring to me:

1. Michelle Marie at : http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com
2. Barb at : http://acuriousgal.com
3. Richard at : http://richardankers.com
4. MarDrag at : http://fromthedeskofmardrag.wordpress.com
5. George at : http://georgeforfun.wordpress.com
6. Wendell at : http://wherewordsdailycomealive.wordpress.com
7. Patty at : http://petitemagique.wordpress.com
8. Ihsan at : http://iithinks.wordpress.com
9. Brenda at : http://friendlyfairytales.com
10. Ms. Vee at : http://verajackson.wordpress.com
11. PurpleRays at : http://purplerays.wordpress.com
12. Belinda at : http://busymindthinking.com

There are many, many others. Truly I have been Blessed by a whole Host of Friends and Kindred Spirits! Your Loyalty is Unshakable…just as a Dragon’s Strength and Valor!

Now, to the far less interesting, yet patently Interesting Facts about me that have not previously been shared (I hope, though please do forgive any repetitions!)

1. I once put “The Promise” by When in Rome on repeat and listened to it for an entire day at work.
2. I cry at some point during every movie I’ve ever watched. Even “Star Trek Into Darkness”! (Can you guess where?)
3. I am not much of a wine drinker. It is either not sweet enough or, by the bottom of one glass everything is Luvvly-Jubbly!
4. I can and have listened to “Chevaliers de Sangreal” by Hans Zimmer for hours. It is one of the most Beautiful, Stirring, Inspiring pieces of music I have ever heard.
5. I love Period Piece Dramas, like Downton Abby, Lark Rise to Candleford, Bleak House, To the Ends of the Earth, and, of course, Pride and Prejudice (with Colin Firth!)
6. I do confess it, I love Chocolate AND Peanut Butter, Alone or Together, it matters little 
7. I Love.

Blessings to all of YOU, my dearest Friends.

~Morgan~

Cheeky

22 Friday Nov 2013

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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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Burning Questions- Revisited

21 Thursday Nov 2013

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Several years ago, never mind how long precisely….. (to coin Melville’s phrase) I managed a retail music store. Lots of fun, lots of music, and lots of young people (and since I, too, was(am) a young people, this worked out nicely). It was hard work to be sure, but you know me, (at least I hope you do by now…even if only a little) I like to make things fun. So we got our work done as quickly as possible, thereby giving us the rest of the day to “enjoy” (ok, maybe I do mean goof off, but I’m being poetic). Nice strategy really, everyone was happy. Oh not that we ignored our clientele or neglected our responsibilities, but all work and no play…dontcha know.

One of my employees ( who shall, of course, remain nameless) had a particularly intriguing habit of coming into work each day with a specific question he had planned/decided on as the “Burning Question” of the day. He would pose this question and we would spend the remainder of the day discussing amongst ourselves our thoughts and opinions on the selected topic. It passed the time on SLOW days (which happen quite often in retail, actually), it made for lively banter, and, occasionally, it generated heated debates.

So you might ask, what was the Burning Question? It could be anything, quite honestly. Of course, working in the music industry a favourite topic was: Who was/is the best rock band of all time…and why? OR perhaps as a variation on the theme: What are the top 5 songs of all time..and why? Sometimes it was something simple, such as: Favourite Movie Ever…and why? OR Best Actor…and why? (one of my favs) Best Novel..and why?, Best Classical Composer…and why?

Noticing a theme yet? (outside of the obvious triviality of the topic, of course)…Yes, there was always a WHY? Sure, it’s a comparatively straightforward assignment to name your favourite “whatever it is”, but to then defend your choice(s) with a logically thought out rationale….not as simple.

Often, this young man would show up with less inconsequential fodder for us to chew on; questions such as: Do Ghosts really exist and if so…Why? (yep, there it is again) OR, Is there really such a thing as FATE, and if so….you betcha…Why? What is the true role of government…and….uh-huh…Why? Do aliens actually visit the Earth…and if they do…right-o, Why? And one of my personal favourites: If you won One Hundred Million Dollars, what would you do with it…and…..(seeing the pattern here?) WHY?

It wasn’t very long before I began to understand and appreciate the genius behind this young man’s daily queries. Oh sure, talking about some off-hand topic was interesting and made the hours fly and it’s always entertaining nattering about favourites, since everyone’s are different, but we were doing much more than that.

We were sharing hidden secrets, unveiling the demons, building bridges; that’s the beauty of a (Burning) Question, it makes us open the window to our soul, if only a little. Some people are reserved and they only open the window an inch at a time; others are exhibitionists and fling the shutters wide from the start, but ultimately, the fresh air comes in.

SO, I’ve decided to revisit this category/segment in my blog, which I confess I’ve neglected for some time now…. Once a week (or so) I will post one Burning Question along with my Smoldering Answer, and then ask you, (should you feel so inclined and I certainly hope you do) to post YOUR answer(s) in the COMMENTS section. There are no contests, no winners, no losers, no right or wrong answers, no free advice offered, no gimmick proffered; just for fun, really, and to open the window a little into our secrets, our demons, and maybe, if we’re lucky, to build a bridge or two.

Now, although it has been a while and although, up to this point, I have been selecting harmless enough queries, I shall go a bit more boldly tonight, though not exactly where no one has gone before….

Is there Life out there in the Universe, intelligent or not? And of course…why(or, why not).

My Smoldering Answer: For myself, I do believe that life exists elsewhere. I am no mathematician and never shall be ( more like the proverbial monkey doing the math problem, me) but I do understand statistics well enough to realize that the mathematical probability of life out there amongst the innumerable stars is quite high. (no pun intended!) Yet for me, there is a much simpler, if more theological, rationale that I cling to.

It is: God, in His many an awesome forms, i, ultimately, a creator, an artist, and any artist that breathes can easily comprehend the monumental impossibility of only ever creating ONE work of art, whether it be a poem, a song, a painting, a play, carving a statue, molding a vase from clay, taking an exquisite photograph, cooking a delectable meal, building, inventing, or creating….perhaps even Creating a world, Breathing life into clay, Separating night from day. So why stop at just one?

~Morgan~

Ta! (In Other Words…)

10 Sunday Nov 2013

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Ta! Cheers! Thanks! WORD!

No matter how you might say it, THANK YOU always feels like a rather insignificant phrase when attempting to convey the emotion, appreciation, and (in this case, anyway) the delight that is felt. It might seem a bit pat, a bit commonplace, a bit overly rehearsed, or what have you, but Thank You, in my Book(nvolume) is never not worth saying.

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Salvatore at Freedom of the Heart (found at: http://freedomoftheheart.com/) has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. In all honesty, I am honoured, as Sal and I have only known each other a few months of blogging, yet in that time I have been inspired and blessed by his beautiful blog. His poetry is so express, so touching; the artwork he chooses so uniquely lovely and I always feel a sense of calm and rejuvenation after reading his words. Do take a moment to stop by his blog. You, too, shall be blessed!

Since there are a few stipulations to accepting this award, I shall get straight to it:

Display the Award Certificate on your blog.
Announce your win with a post. Make sure you post a link back to me as a ‘thank you’ for the nomination.
Present 15 awards to 15 deserving bloggers.
Leave them a comment to let them know after you have linked them to a post.
Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

Or How about this: Seven Movies I can (and do) watch over and over and over…(just to make it interesting)

1. Driving Miss Daisy (Morgan Freeman, Jessica Tandy. No contest!)
2. Walk in the Clouds (Keanu Reeves without a single Dude uttered during the entire movie!)
3. Any Star Trek Movie (no big surprise there, right?)
4. The Polar Express (this is just Magic from Beginning to End, with Tom Hanks to Boot!)
5. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead ( no, seriously!)
6. Pride and Prejudice (But only the one with Colin Firth, thank You)
7. Hamlet (You knew that was coming, right? If not, you should have.)

But now, for the most important part of this Award, which is the main reason I continue to accept, because it gives me an opportunity to give a brief, yet well-deserved shout out to a few fellow bloggers

Please Do Take a Moment to Visit the following Exceptional Blogs:

1. Shawn L. Bird at: http://shawnbird.wordpress.com
2. greatpoetrymhf at : http://greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com/
3. Lee Hiller at: http://hikeourplanet.com/
4. poetaflor at: http://lapoetaflor.wordpress.com
5. eriklehman at: http://erikslehman.wordpress.com
6. faerieatthetable at : http://tothetable24.wordpress.com
7. painttheworldwithwords at : http://painttheworldwithwords.wordpress.com
8. seventhvoice at : http://seventhvoice.wordpress.com
9. mariadanielle at : http://haphazardhypotheses.wordpress.com
10. Wendell A. Brown at: http://foreverpoetic.wordpress.com
11. PookyH at: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com
12. Karen Soutar at: http://karensoutar.wordpress.com
13. greenlightlady at : http://greenlightlady.wordpress.com
14. rupacoach at : http://rupacoach.wordpress.com
15. BreakNeckPrincess at: http://breakneckprincess.wordpress.com

Blessings~ my WordPress Family! May Your Inspiration never run dry!

~Morgan~
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Nattering About Nothing

04 Monday Nov 2013

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Nattering.

How about a nice natter? Tête-à-tête? Chit Chat? Yeah, I feel like a nice long blather about nothing in particular. Why not? It’s been a while, after all, hasn’t it? I’ve been good. I’ve written scads of poems and had my share of posts with a point; but honestly, sometimes we all just need to kick back (hypothetically speaking), relax, and let off a little steam. (Don’t we?) In my case, that means just having a nice, pointless prattle about nothing in particular, see how many topics I can bounce over, like Marlin and Dori playing amongst the jellies, dude. (that’s one!) After all, I am the one who once wrote a ten page, hand-written, front and back sided letter to a friend about absolutely nothing at all and I quite honestly could have made it twenty, but I didn’t want to pay that much extra postage. My friend, to say the least, was relieved!

So here I am and there you are, perhaps with a coffee or tea at the ready, or a Mt. Dew, or if you’re me, (which of course you aren’t because then who would I be,) some Chai, about to embark upon an intrepid voyage into the unknown. ( These are the voyages, after all…) (that’s two) You may want to fasten your seatbelt, or secure the lap bar tightly, because, to be quite honest, it could get a touch bumpy. Nope, nothing in particular on my mind, outside of the need for a smile, a giggle, and the sense that I might, maybe, just possibly, bring a smile (or at the very least, that frequently present perplexed expression) to your face. I have that effect, really.
Indubitably, my dear Watson (that’s three!), you might, by this point, be wondering why you are even reading this; where I’m going, what my intentions are, but since “there are no perfect men (or women) in this world, only perfect intentions” (that’s four), I don’t need an actual reason or intention tonight, do I? Sometimes the best conversations occur when neither of you have anything to say; it makes you think on your feet a bit, (or off of them, depending on your perspective). Sometimes it’s simply fun to climb the beanstalk and see where it takes you (yep, that’s five) (Keep up, do!)

So when was the last time you had a nice natter, either with someone or with yourself, (which is perfectly acceptable, provided you don’t wind up in an argument with yourself!) (because if you did end up arguing with yourself you might be channeling Hamlet) (uh, huh, that’s six! And of course you knew I had to sneak Hamlet in there somewhere, didn’t you?) or the Mad Hatter ( Seven!) which, if you are already enjoying a cup of tea (or a dish of tea, depending on your location and the year in which you find yourself) might be providential (being the Mad Hatter) ( thought I’d take you back around to that one, since I’m beginning to go round the houses a bit).

I should also probably apologize, because it’s quite possible that you are reading this somewhat early in the morning, (again, dependant upon your locale) and if you have just recently gazed upon those “envious streaks that Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east” (You betcha, Eight!) then this post might be a bit more than just “wild and whirling words” ( OH! I’m on a roll!) You might still have a bit of sleep rattling around in your brain, you might be wondering what the Harry Potter (ok that one was obvious, but Nine, nonetheless) is going on. “Fortunately I know how to counter (this conundrum): The man (or woman) who did the waking buys the man(/woman) who was sleeping a drink; and then the man(/woman) who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man(or woman) who did the waking. (I just had to! Ten!)

At this point you may want to concede the fact that I’m exceptionally gifted at saying nothing in particular, lest you give me fair reason to blather on for another nine pages (this being only one page on Word, after all). (Either that or you may try to steal my laptop so I can’t type anymore) But since “You cannot take from me anything that I will more willing part withal” (had to sneak one more Hamlet reference in, before I hit the road, Jack) (Eleven and Twelve, by the by) I will Zip the Lip (rather like Sid the Sloth?)(Does that count as Thirteen?) and leave you in some semblance of peace and quiet so you can collect your thoughts and try to figure out what it is that I’ve just said, (if you can) But before I do, I should like to leave you with this final thought.

http://www.hark.com/clips/vvnmcrqggt-i-dont-know-what-youre-saying

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~Morgan~

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