I LOVE reading this. It’s about a Parisienne named Mona, and is wonderfully funny. Hope you enjoy it.
Across these miles I wish you well.
May nothing haunt your heart but sleep.
May you not sense what I don’t tell.
May you not dream, or doubt, or weep.
May what my pen this peaceless day
Writes on this page not reach your view
Till its deferred print lets you say
It speaks to someone else than you.
An old classic.. I was brought up on the Eagles and The Beatles and Pink Floyd, so this music connects me to the past in a way very few things can.
I’ not a big Gotye fan, but this cover by Boyce Avenue has been on my mind ever since I first heard it.. thought I’d share.
I know I’m going slightly crazy with my current Supernatural craze, but I love this song! And it’s great to listen to at night too:)
Today’s Simply Solo Spotlight is written by Rachel Russo, author of the blog Status Makeover, where you can get all sorts of advice on relationships, love and dating. Rachel is also author of a new Ebook launching this summer titled, “How to Get over Your Ex: A Step By Step Guide to Mend a Broken Heart–Italian American (Girl) Style.”
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4 Ways To Cure Your Broken Heart: Italian-American (Girl) Style
There is no question about it: In the days following a breakup, you are likely to be in your most vulnerable state. Essentially, you are…
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I’ve been gone a long time..A very long time, but once again, I had reasons. That is, if disillusionment with people and with life in general can be considered a reason. For a long time now, I’ve been picking up the figurative pen and debating what to write. But every time I did that, what I wrote turned out to be bitter and accusatory. And I’m not really used to being bitter. It’s one of the things, in fact, which I would prefer never to be. So I figured I’d make peace with myself and with how things stood before I wrote again. I’m back again, and this time I don’t expect too many people to still be around waiting for posts. But if there is even one person with such hopes, I’m so glad you’re there! It’s great being back here. I’ve missed every bit of this( including waiting for the Stats to go up). Oh, and of course, i’ve missed writing things in parentheses.
So do I.
Sexual abuse is a horrible thing AT ANY age. But when it’s done to children, I find it particularly despicable.
As an MD in my native country, I saw many cases of child sexual abuse. I used to work at a third level hospital and what I saw broke my heart. Some children even needed extensive reconstructive surgery. I vowed to some day do something about it. And while I know that support for victims and their families is extremely valuable, I’m more interested in prevention.
The opportunity finally came in September 2010 when I saw a tweet from @VoiceFound on the #Ottawa feed inviting people to attend a workshop on Childhood Sexual Abuse Prevention!
I did a little research, concluded the thing was legit, and signed up for the workshop.
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A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.