Blogger has been malfunctioning for nearly a week, but it seems I've found a (rather difficult) way to make a short post, so I just want to say this.
I can sometimes get things so very wrong!
Priestesses might wander, but they don't stop being priestesses. Love might hurt, but it doesn't stop being love. True beauty doesn't stop being beautiful because it's soiled itself by walking in a slurry pit. Connections don't stop being connections just because a tree fell across the road.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
6 comments:
..and that's why I keep coming back! :)
Wow, what's the deal with Blogger? The week before it was their dashboard or at least it was from my perspective. It's turning you into an infrequent blogger – like the rest of us. I wish I had such an excuse but I'm afraid Wordpress is working just fine.
The latest problem with Blogger seems to have affected different people in different ways and to different dgrees, Della. There are something like 800 posts on the forum thread devoted to it. In my case I lost everything except the ability to read my posts. Then, last night, I discovered that most functions were back if I used IE. I dislike doing that because my version of Explorer is very crotchety and prone to failure, and I prefer the way Firefox works anyway. However, there are signs that the functions are now coming back in Firefox, so fingers crossed.
Interestingly, I got used to being without the blog and realised it had become a bit of an addiction. So, if I could only find something to fill the hole, I might cut down drastically anyway. I know what would do it, but... mmm...
Don't understand the first comment. Come back where?
Haha this post is true. It makes me happy to think that.
You've no idea what lay behind that post, Maria. I'm not going to reveal it, either. Let's just say that the fates sometimes force you to accept truth, no matter how painful it is. It's happened to me twice now.
Sorry – I come back here to visit (your blog) because I know you are heartfelt in your ideas as well as capable of changing your mind, which is all good.
And you are so, so welcome, Della.
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