Living in Harmony with the Natural World

Karen Thorburn Photography

Despite not being a huge movie buff, there are a few films which have helped to shape the way in which I live my life. Since childhood ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ has reminded me of the sheer joy in being alive and appreciating my lot, even during the darkest days. In recent years ‘The Bucket List’ and ‘Julie and Julia’ have inspired various adventures and, indeed, my blog. Since moving to the Highlands, I’ve found less and less time to go to the cinema, to the extent that I’ve only set foot inside the Inverness multiplex once during the last three years. My winter evenings have been filled with Gaelic classes, concerts and various photography talks and workshops. Somehow, I just keep forgetting that the cinema is an option. I haven’t been to see ‘The Revenant‘ yet and, on account of its gory content, I will…

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Maybe Someday – Book Review

All Romance Reads

Maybe Someday

2016 is going to be the year I read all the Colleen Hoover books. Colleen Hoover’s signature on every book she’s written (at least the ones I’ve read that she’s written) is always a tragic twist to some of the characters who least deserve it. There are never happy endings to her stories–there will always be someone for whom it didn’t work out. This book is the same, but I’m not complaining, I really enjoyed it.

4 stars out of 5

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Fragments of Me (Heroes & Butterflies)

The Lonely Author

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Heroes.

As children we believed they hit home runs or scored game winning touchdowns.

Lying in bed wearing Spiderman pajamas, I heard the hard crack of my father’s belt strike my mom.

Feeling nothing like a hero , I squeezed a pillow around my head to drown out her cries.

The next day, in an empty playground behind school, Lisa Barelli read my teacher’s note informing my father I slept during class.

She pointed at her notebook full of butterfly drawings. “Maybe you’re mother wants to be a butterfly like me.”

“What?”

“Nobody hurts butterflies.” A tear streaked down her round cheek. “Nobody calls them fat.”

My eyes swelled with burning tears.

Someone laughed. “Andrew wants to kiss the fat girl.”

Jumping to my feet, I stood face to face with the thick chin of the school bully.

I responded in a firm, but diplomatic whisper, “That wasn’t nice.”

“What…

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Wishful & Waiting

Poet Rummager

Photo by –FlyTrapMan–

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Dark thoughts rollicked in my mind –

ones that created such havoc inside.

They kept me moaning and awakening –

murmuring all throughout the night.

Quiet! I would cry; shutting my eyes

but to no avail, since dark thoughts

do as they please and never compromise.

The next morning, the sky was clear,

but the murkiness within hadn’t disappeared.

Taking a breath so deep, it reached

down into my very being and took grasp

of the misery, the dankness, and the duress.

I exhaled with all my might and watched

as those portentous thoughts spilled out.

Nowhere to go, they floated to the sky

where they stare like ominous specters –

wishful and waiting to come back inside.

Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog).

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Dark thoughts

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Whether an assassin have any rights
And a solider has to be killed in a fight
what is the worth of a prostitute’s kiss
a homeless death, will the world miss
Is killing a animal daft and cruel
If you don’t eat meat, are you a fool
Porn and naked bodies to admire
Burning green live wood in a fire
Leaves have souls when they are green
Why screaming profanities is obscene
Life’s cruel realities in a blink
Strange, inane thoughts I think
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