I’m just asking as I seem to have lost it. I wrote a post for Song Lyric Sunday yesterday (Forever Autumn by Justin Hayward was the tune in case you were wondering) and it just disappeared. It’s not in trash or pending – it just seems as though Wordpress has eaten it :O( Has this ever happened to anyone else?
I’m just asking as I seem to have lost it. I wrote a post for Song Lyric Sunday yesterday (Forever Autumn by Justin Hayward was the tune in case you were wondering) and it just disappeared. It’s not in trash or pending – it just seems as though WordPress has eaten it :O( Has this ever happened to anyone else?
Lisa x
I don’t feel today
I have nothing to say
Interesting or otherwise
I don’t feel today
I have nothing to say
Interesting or otherwise
My mind is quite empty
Not really unpleasant
A little lonely
Lisa x
I think therefore I am.
The more that I think
The less I am
To you all
I think therefore I am.
The more that I think
The less I am
To you all
Do you
Still see me
As you pass by
Or am I now lost
Inside my broken mind
Having one of those days so I’ll catch you guys later
Lisa x
We search for direction, a straight marked road ahead
We are lost and found and lost again, ever turning
A disorganised mess of organised chaos. Butterfly
Wings beat, one millisecond, we are off course again
We search for direction, a straight marked road ahead
We are lost and found and lost again, ever turning
A disorganised mess of organised chaos. Butterfly
Wings beat, one millisecond, we are off course again
We don’t see, the path is set; it’s life, haphazard….
What is it about these one word prompts? They just seem to fire something in my imagination! Thanks again to the wonderful Fandango for the cerebral stimulation ;O)
Lisa x
Stumbling in the half light, trying to find the path
Where a foal once led my inner child, sure footed
Don’t look back, therein lies the darkness, she implored
Stumbling in the half light, trying to find the path
Where a foal once led my inner child, sure footed
Don’t look back, therein lies the darkness, she implored
My inner child let go a silent tear, I turned
Away from her. My foal would guard her innocence
As they waited for my return to the sunlight
Until then the shadows beckon, corrosive gloom
Familiar. You wait there but no longer there
Slowly fading. I search blindly, seeing no end
But needing to look. Why can’t I see anymore?
Hands outstretched, desperate to feel your loving touch
I hear no sound, no calling voice to guide me back
A scent so longed for dissipated, nothing there
At once light steps in the distance distract my mind
Foal and inner child can wait no more so they come
We will meet again in joyful reunion,
They will not scold, the pull of the darkness stays strong
But I will still regret the hours, days far away
Lost.
Lisa x
Good morning one and all :O) Here we are again at the end of another week and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday; the perfect way to discover new music and find new friends. As always the prompt has been given to us by the lovely Helen and this week it’s take/taking. If you’d like to play along, and I hope that you will, here are some rules for you:
Good morning one and all :O) Here we are again at the end of another week and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday; the perfect way to discover new music and find new friends. As always the prompt has been given to us by the lovely Helen and this week it’s take/taking. If you’d like to play along, and I hope that you will, here are some rules for you:
Love of my life, don’t leave me,
You’ve taken my love, you now desert me,
Love of my life, can’t you see?
Bring it back, bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me because you don’t know what it means to me.
You will remember
When this is blown over
And everything’s all by the way
When I grow older
I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you, I still love you.
Back, hurry back,
Please, bring it back home to me because you don’t know what it means to me.
Love of my life
Love of my life…
A very happy Sunday to all my Wordpress friends, a day which always comes with the opportunity to make new friends thanks to SLS. The lovely Helen, who’s feeling poorly this week so please pay her a visit and wish her well, came up with the wonderful idea of sharing blogging and music; if you love both please play along..
A very happy Sunday to all my WordPress friends, a day which always comes with the opportunity to make new friends thanks to SLS. The lovely Helen, who’s feeling poorly this week so please pay her a visit and wish her well, came up with the wonderful idea of sharing blogging and music; if you love both please play along..
The theme for this week is ‘lost’ and, as always, here are the rules:
Have you ever done something which others might consider insignificant but that actually made you feel really proud of yourself? Like the first time, as a kid, that you managed to tie your own shoelaces; everyone learns how do to it and it’s second nature now but, at the time, you could have burst with pride. When you do things like that as a child everyone congratulates you on a job well done which adds to your sense of satisfaction but, as an adult, the best you’ll get is a slightly quizzical look and ‘and?……’.
Have you ever done something which others might consider insignificant but that actually made you feel really proud of yourself? Like the first time, as a kid, that you managed to tie your own shoelaces; everyone learns how do to it and it’s second nature now but, at the time, you could have burst with pride. When you do things like that as a child everyone congratulates you on a job well done which adds to your sense of satisfaction but, as an adult, the best you’ll get is a slightly quizzical look and ‘and?……’. Why is that? If we do something that beats our own teeny tiny inner demons, even if it’s something that others do without really thinking about it can’t we, at least, have a smile and a ‘well done’ as a reward?
It’s probably because we don’t tell anyone about it, we realise that no-one else will really be interested in our little accomplishment, let alone proud of us, so we just keep it to ourselves and our quiet satisfaction diminishes just a little. I’d really like to change that so I invite you all to share your proud moment here and I promise that I will give you the congratulations that you deserve.
In the interests of getting the ball rolling I’ll share with you the reason that I had to be silently proud yesterday…….
As many of you know, I have no sense of direction, to the point that, at the age of 50, I got lost in a service station in Italy and am incapable of going anywhere without the age of my trusty (if slightly bossy and irritating) SatNav. Yesterday, I met some friends for lunch in Villefranche Sur Mer which is about 45 minutes drive from where I live and, as usual, before I set off, I entered the address into the SatNav. I’d been there before so I had an idea where I was going but, with me, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
So, I set off and all was going well until the Satnav lady started interrupting my favourite song with a bizarre instruction about turning left. This would not have been amiss if there was actually a left turning ahead but there wasn’t….I was in a tunnel??? What the bloody hell was she going on about? I figured out, in the end, that another road joined the tunnel and I should keep in my lane and follow the bend which inclined to the left. All of this took brain power which could have been more productively used concentrating on maneuvering my car through said tunnel. She confused me again by telling me to turn left 300 metres ahead, then immediately turn sharp right. Now, I can happily visualise one metre (sort of) but 300? That was going to take some thinking about and, what did she mean by immediately…..??? The upshot of this was that I turned left too early, found no sharp right immediately after and had to take a small detour, all the while praying that Satnav lady would hurry up and reset herself…
Anyway, for the journey home, I decided that she got on my nerves so I was going to ignore her and just follow the signposts. I admit I was nervous when I set off but there is only one road out of the town and I managed to follow it without incident so I considered that a promising start. Shortly afterwards I saw a sign to Monaco, excellent! I eagerly followed the road which got steeper and narrower as time went on. Eventually, when I was panicking in case I met a bicycle coming the other way, let alone another car, I came to a crossroads and, lo and behold, there was another signpost to lead me home – joy of joys!
It was at this point I realised that, although I had come in on the coastal road, I now appeared to be on a mountain road…..right, well, not to worry, just follow the signs. I did and arrived in Monaco (hurrah!) only to find myself stuck in a huge queue of traffic. Rather than sit there for ages, needing a wee (knew I should have gone before I left the restaurant), I decided to turn off the main road and head off back into the mountains. I came across a signpost which directed me to a village that I recognised and I knew that, if I got there, I could find my way home….
I DID IT!!! I found my way home, through the mountains, with out the aid of Satnav lady!!! This, I realise, would be of little import to those of you with even the vaguest sense of direction but I was really proud of myself :O)
So, there you go, I’ve told you mine, now you tell me yours; we all deserve a bit of praise for our little achievements ;O)
Lisa
x
I have no internal GPS. ‘Please can you help me, I’m lost’ was one of the first french phrases I learned when I moved over here. I once managed to lose my friends at a service station for 20 minutes because I went in one door and out again through another. I have to write down the number of a parking space so I can find my car again. So why oh why do people keep asking me for directions when I’m out walking???
I have no internal GPS. ‘Please can you help me, I’m lost’ was one of the first french phrases I learned when I moved over here. I once managed to lose my friends at a service station for 20 minutes because I went in one door and out again through another. I have to write down the number of a parking space so I can find my car again. I have a Sat Nav in my car and still get lost; the police pulled me over the other day as, apparently, driving down a tram route is not actually legal. So why oh why do people keep asking me for directions when I’m out walking???
Yesterday I’d taken a quick breather ostensibly to answer a Whatsapp message, but actually to have a quick breather after having run up a particularly long flight of steps, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Bearing in mind that I was wearing headphones and bopping around a bit to the strains of ‘It’s My Life’, you can understand that it came as something of a shock. I literally jumped back a pace and said something like “whhtttffffyyyddding!” which in turn scared the crap out of the guy who had shoulder tapped me. Anyhoo, when we’d both recovered he said ‘Um excusez moi……….’ and then waved a piece of paper under my nose and pointed to a blue dot. He had a small child with him and he looked harassed, confused and, well, lost……
My first thought was ‘oh shit not again’ but I felt sorry for the guy and so looked at what turned out to be a little map. I asked him, in French, what it was he was looking for and he mumbled something and then pointed once again to the blue dot. It suddenly occurred to me that he wasn’t French; when I replied to him in English I could just see the waves of relief rolling over his face and a look of hope dawning in his eyes. Yep, we could converse in the same language and, had he not been asking for directions, it could have been a really lovely chat.
At this point I have 2 confessions to make –
1. I actually do really like helping people
2. I don’t like admitting that I don’t know stuff……..
when someone is asking for directions, this is a really, really bad combination.
I tried to look knowledgeable and turned my attention to his map. He took it back for a second so he could turn it the right way up but still that didn’t put me off, I was determined to point him in the right direction – poor bastard! We walked along for a couple of minutes and chatted about the weather as the English are wont to do when they don’t really know each other while I tried to figure out where we were in relation to the station which was the only thing I really recognised on the map. Just then, miracle of miracles!!! I saw a sign post for the very place he was looking for – thank f**k for that! I was saved from having to shame facedly admit that I had absolutely no idea where he should be going. Actually, if I’m completely honest……..I can’t believe I’m saying this……..I probably would have confidently sent him in what I thought was the right direction and then hope that I didn’t meet him again on the way back.
So, in the end no harm done :O) He was happy and I went off for my walk along the coast path in the sunshine feeling virtuous after having my good deed for the day and, you’ll never guess what, on the way back a woman asked me for directions to the beach, in French……
Obviously I had to help her out. I’ve got no idea where she is now but I really hope she didn’t have to walk too far out of her way before she found someone who actually has the vaguest clue where they’re going……..
So, tell me, are you ever determined to help someone even when you know damn well that you are absolutely the worst person to ask???? Let me know, I’d love to hear from you
Have a great day
Lisa x
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