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Earth Day 2019

The imaginary life of a water droplet

The streams of time passed through the land as they always had. They began, high up in the hills, tiny tiny droplets of water that swirled and massed and gathered together, gently rolling, merging, co-existing. Eventually, they began to flow, ever downwards, ever forwards.

Passed the tiny seedlings, the grass banks, the open fields, the ferns an the oak trees, they continued on their journey,

Under wooden bridges, rickety and ravaged by time they flowed. Salmon swam in the opposite direction, intent on continuing their cycle of life.

They followed the meanderings of their predecessors, this way and that, carving their way through the environment. They caught up with those gone before, becoming stronger. Wider.

Through villages they passed. Green lawns with tents and afternoon teas. Through more farmland, full with cows and sheep munching away on the ripest of grasses.

They came to abrupt halts every now and again as they arrived at man-made locks. Some flowed in a different direction as the joined man-made canals, others continued on their journey. Whichever way they went, they passed through the darkness.

Murky, oily waste water merged with them, slowing their flow, and removing most of the freshness from them. However, onwards they travelled.

Eventually, they found themselves mostly cleaner as they passed through parts of the man-made towns and cities that needed to use them. The more they were needed, the more the towns and cities grew. And every once in a while the darkness would return.

Onwards they travelled.

Out of the towns and cities, through yet more lush countryside until they reach their destination. The open seas. Some travelled ever onwards. Others joined the clouds, and travelled back into land to the hilltops to start another journey afresh.

A continuous circle.

But how long the circle continues to exist remains to be seen.

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I Haven’t Really Watched The News

But when I have inadvertently switched it on, this is all I see…

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Stockpiles
And doom and gloom
Leadership
And confidence looms
Negative this
And bad for that
Companies fleeing
Like escaping rats
Can’t go there
Mustn’t do this
What happens next
Is worse than this
No way forward
No way back
Half in half out
Must stay in tact
Media says failure due
But then they would;
It’s what they do
They love a good failure
This is plain to see
But their one-sided reports
Miss the positivity

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We are being drip-fed negativity constantly.

Shine a Light on the good stuff!

I don’t do politics on my blog because everyone has a difference of opinion, and it is a wonderful fact that they do; but I think there is a very fine line between news and propaganda, and what I see, when I see it, seems very one-sided. Although that could just be me, with the wool only being pulled over one eye.

Regardless, here’s my Positivity Candle, with an imbued spell to diminish the gloom for the good of all…

A Moany Six Word Saturday post. (…With a positive slant!)

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Signals From Outer Space

“What do you mean they’ve heard us?!” Bellowed plutoCen Kr’Dorir as he shattered his lectern with another of his trademark single punches. Shards of the reinforced and unbreakable plastic/metal compound material shot in all directions around the Council Chambers, causing several of the delegates to dive for cover, and embedding themselves into the reinforced clothing worn by others, in readiness for such a situation. plutoCen Kr’Dorir was positively fizzing – and not in a good way.

Unfortunately, the new Ambassador of Makemake wasn’t properly attired, and a lengthy shard punctured the sleeve on her expensive and delicate tunic.

plutoCen Kr’Dorir simply glared and looked toward his media spokesman. “Sort that” he bellowed, thumbing in the ambassador’s direction, “and then come with me to the War Rooms so we can discuss this matter in private.”

“Me, plutoCen?” Rep Alno Stonerav’n stuttered, as he pulled second-in-command El-Smala to her feet.

“YOU???” the plutoCen was now very red in the face. “Of course not. I was referring to plutoTwo El-Smala. Why on Pluto would I want a media spokesman in a private meeting? You will get the twisted facts when we are ready, and not before.” He then promptly walked out of the chamber and through an old wooden door which led into the really old part of the Chambers.

El-Smala gushingly apologised to the ambassador, and left her in Rep Alno’s hands and promptly followed the plutoCen. Rep Alno looked at the ambassador with a gentle smile. “You know he’s a tad hot-tempered, don’t you?” He asked. The ambassador rolled her eyes and poked a finger through the hole in the sleeve with a sigh.

Through the heavy wooden door, the plutoCen’s voice could still be clearly heard, as though he was still in the room. The remaining delegates in the Chamber gathered quietly round the door, including Makemake’s ambassador.

“What do you mean they’ve spotted our drones? What are drones” followed by mumbled muffling.

“At their airports in their United Kingdom? Our surveillance spheres have been noticed?” More muffled words. “Grounded? Hahaha! That will teach them for interfering. Did they get our sphere?” Even more muffling. “Good! Try another of their countries, just to see how sophisticated the are.”

Another round of muffled words was followed by a very strong string of plutonian expletives, some which hadn’t been heard for several decades. The ambassador almost collapsed in shock, but Rep Alno still had hold of her. She gazed lovingly into his eyes, but the plutoCen’s voice carried once again through the wood and any thoughts of flirting quickly faded away.

“Keep up the interference with their voting options. Their Eurovision Song Contest is coming up, so we can influence their choices if we continue bombarding them with the radio signals.” Muffling. “WHAT??? THEY’VE DISCOVERED THEM TOO??? They think they’re from where?” Muffling. “Distant galaxies? GOOD. They won’t trace it to us then. Keep on.” More muffling. “ALIENS??? They think they could be coming from aliens??? How very dare they! We are not aliens.” More muffling. “Ah. Aliens from other galaxies. I see. Keep them thinking about that country they blame everything on. Keep them focussing on the negatives. Keep confusing them with this Brexit they continually go on and on and on about. Actually, send a sphere over one of their capital cities so that they see it. That will really churn up the thoughts.”

Suddenly, the Makemake ambassador sneezed very loudly, and as the gathered crowd glared at her, some gesturing her to be quiet, the wooden door flung open and the plutoCen stood looking at them all, his face as livid as usual. With nowhere for them to run to quickly, and knowing they had all be caught eavesdropping first hand, they each in turn sheepishly grimaced.

A voice bellowed out from the ambassador’s stomach.

“Ambassador Wamlam, please respond urgently. We have had a malfunction, and half of the plutoCen’s conversation has been broadcast all over the Solar System. Our agents around Earth have picked up the signal, but we don’t think the Earthlings have – or if they have they haven’t got them clearly. We can’t get too close as they are sending up their weather generator clouds again. Please respond as this is a matter of utmost urgency which necessitated breaking radio silence.”

“WHAT???!!!” the plutoCen’s scream went off the scale. He punched through the wooden door, sending shards of it across the chambers, and the gathered delegates once again diving for cover. Rep Alno hastily dragged the ambassador away and was ushering her to the exit, as she tried to pick wooden splinters out of her other sleeve. “This way, ambassador. I’ll get us away. I didn’t like this job anyway… my boss thought the stories I sent back were always ridiculous, biased and inaccurate. I mean to say, you heard it all here first and it still sounds unbelievable!”

Continuing the intermittent Pluto Rising story. You never know, there may even be a part four sometime in the future!

PART ONE

PART TWO

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Aurora

Blending, cascading, twisting and bright
Folding, evolving darkness and light
Rippling, stippling, shimmering free
Dancing and glowing and pure energy

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Letters To The Universe… The Here We Go Again Edition

Dear The Letters To The Universe ‘Regular’ Feature,
Welcome back! It has certainly been a while, hasn’t it? May 4th was the last edition of the last run, if my computer is working correctly. Still, however long ago was the last edition, it is good to be back with this one! Here we go again!

Dear Brexit,
My word! What a palaver! Get a move on, will you? And PLEASE stop talking about another referendum. The decision was made. Move on. Get on. And let’s move forward. Crikey!

Dear You Tube,
Why did you play that earworm of a song, “What’s she gonna look like with a chimney on her?”? I MAY have inadvertently clicked on the wrong link, but even so. That song is buzzing around my head now. And what does it actually mean? (I’m asking myself that, You Tube, so you do not need to reply!)

Dear Dark Evenings,
You’re making the streets like carparks at the moment, I wonder why that is? Whatever the reason, it’s pandemonium out there and a lot of dillops are  discovering their fraying tempers again. Could you please ease off a little? And pass the message on to your companion, the Dark Mornings… I’ve noticed the same thing creeping in there lately as well.

Dear The Word Pandemonium,
Such a fabulous word you are! You describe perfectly what you mean in a nut shell.

Dear Blogland,
Do you remember a ‘dillop’ is one of my words that I’ve created? It is… it means a rude and/or discourteous road user. I’ve seen many of them of late, with their frayed tempers. Brexit must be getting to them, I feel. Dillops – chill out! We’re all in the same boat! (Well car… er road… you know what I mean!)

Dear Sunset,
How gorgeous can you be? You were simply stunning earlier this week. I took a photo from the Place of W… I couldn’t resist!

And Finally, Dear Duck,
I’m sorry I had no snacks for you the other day, but thank you for being ever so gracious and posing so wonderfully for me to take a few photos of you. You really are fabulous!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. The weekend is upon us once again… so that means  it’s time to do our usual weekend stuff… ensuring, obviously, that we have fun doing it! Enjoy! And remember to take as much time as possible to smile. Just a simple smile… even one tiny smile… will make a world of difference.

Happy Weekend!