She is…

I think he likes me 🙂

Graeme Sandford


She is the ying

To my tong;

She is the Big Bang

To my Ning Nang Nong;

She is the wotsit

To my doodah;

She is my pasty

And my future;

She is the Cornish cream

That finishes off my scone;

She is with me

So that we are not alone;

She is the ‘never say rabbit’ to my ‘In a boat’;

She keeps me afloat.

She is…

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First Ever Blog Post

Matt has joined WordPress. Toddle on over to The No Sweat Lodge, give him a follow and say, “Hi!” He’ll only bite if you ask him nicely 🙂

The No Sweat Lodge

This may also be my least interesting blog post! 

But at least it is a blog. ish. I mean, technically I am blogging now right? Hmmm, it’s all fun and games until you have to think up something to say… 

Well, I am customising my theme, and learning the wordpress tools and such. I have the artistic ability of a bag full of badgers – which is funny as according to one friend I am also as mad as one lol – so I’m keeping it simple. I also welcome feedback!!! Let me know what you think or how I might improve things.

Please share my blog with all your friends. 

Love and Light

Shamatti

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Go Get A Smear Test

What Jenn said…

Like a bizarre rite of passage for people with vaginas, some months after your 25th birthday a letter arrives from the NHS inviting you to have a cervical examination. No one wants this letter to arrive, or to have to physically make an appointment because everyone knows that ‘smear tests’ are unpleasant.

What is a cervical screening? In simple terms, it’s a swab of tissue taken from your cervix to detect changes to the cells. These changes are called cervical abnormalities or precancer. It is NOT a test to find cancer, but it is a prevention against it that many people are aware of, but as with anything to do with vaginas, is rarely talked about openly. About 94% of results come back clear but cervical screenings actually save up to 5,000 lives in the UK a year.

For me ‘smear’ not just a repulsive word but an active reminder that my…

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Pleasure

What I like most about this is Sue’s reply to Grae’s comment 🙂

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We long for yesterday.
The sun shone, the songbirds sang,
the buttercups danced in delight
and we made love amongst them,
pulsating with pleasure.

Today, foreboding dark clouds.
The rains threaten, the birds are silenced,
the buttercups bow their heads in despair,
and we feel the loss with them,
mournful with melancholy.

Had we embraced that which is,
seen the truth of nature,
expressed our gratitude,
for the rhythm of the elements,
we would feel no pain from the pleasure
of memories of yesterday.

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Daffodils

So… Sue 🙂

Sue de Nimes

I saw the daffodils – gold against blue skies.
Deep green stems, distorted in crystalline water, held my gaze.
I didn’t see him, across the room,
holding her hands, across the table.
I didn’t see his eyes full of love, holding her gaze.
I didn’t see her shine as he placed the ring upon her finger.
I didn’t see the diamond sparkle or the gold glitter.
I remained in place, remembering his words from the day before.
“I’m sorry.”
I only saw the daffodils.
They filled my being and I was of them,
without identity or name.
I was absorbed.
I was free.

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I wonder why, I wonder when

Our world will be turned upside down

With boxes packed and things moved round

The creatures staring without sound

They wonder, too, of me and you.

 

I wonder when, I wonder why

Things change about us by and by

Boxes unpacked and items set

In places which we might forget

We wonder, too, of things we do.

 

When is the now, Why is the wonder

Couples torn and ripped asunder

New loves come and take their place

Where briefly there was empty space

Wondrous gifts which we behold.

 

Why? Because of items moving

When? Next Saturday, of our choosing

We’ve tidied up and made some room

Rosewood dresser, table soon

Chinese altar, all will grace our fold.

 

 

NB: ‘Couple’s torn and ripped asunder’. An armchair had to go!

At the Art House…

GS says… Support your local Art House!
LC says… Support your local Cart House!

Graeme Sandford

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Support your local Art House
And, if you have them,
Your Tart House,
Your Cart House,
And your Finnish Andstart House;
They need your support
For without you
THEY WOULD COME TO NOUGHT!

What do you mean you haven’t got an Art House?
That there is only a Vape Shop
Where you used to stop
For Coffee and Cake
And a chat, and to take
The weight off your feet;
Where the people you’d meet
Would be happy to see you;
A place where you could be you;
A place that you thought
Would last forever…

… that is sad…

…to lose one of the best friends you ever had…

If only you had done a little more
When it was there…

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