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Living now...: Faking it and making it
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Monday, 7 November 2011. Faking it and making it. Pretending is like lying, right? Well, let’s consider that a bit more. Why would I want to admit to faking it? Well, sometimes it does seem like I am all alone in an ocean of people who all appear to know what they are doing and why they are doing it. And I feel lost when I realise that, so I fake it.
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Living now...: 02/01/2013 - 03/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Monday, 25 February 2013. Reflections of Goa - Holiday Memories. It was the layers of heat delicately surfing on the air waves all around me that confirmed it. Shrieks of excitement were knitted together as we dashed across the sand which eagerly swallowed the warm rain as soon as it made contact. We were happily soaked, however, it was dry and hot ag...
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Living now...: LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY - LOST IN SPACE - (VIDEO & LYRICS) DINO MAGKASI
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Sunday, 6 March 2011. LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY - LOST IN SPACE - (VIDEO and LYRICS) DINO MAGKASI. I'll never lose my faith in you.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Water-Front Streets - Poetry by Langston Hughes. Water-Front Streets The spring is not so beautiful there – But dream ships sail away To where the spring is wondrous rare And life i. LIGHTHOU...
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Living now...: 12/01/2012 - 01/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Wednesday, 12 December 2012. 12/12/12 - More than just numbers . Today is the 12. Day of the 12. Month of the 12. But, information is not all the day is about. Information and facts are totally different to understanding. I decided to understand this date in my own way. Something associated with the number sequence 12.12.12. It has been enlightening.
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Living now...: 01/01/2013 - 02/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Tuesday, 29 January 2013. What are your colours? What are your colours? Would anybody know just by looking at you? Would they know by hearing you speak for a short while? If you don’t show any colours do you automatically become a victim of circumstances? What are your c. Friday, 25 January 2013. Untitled 7 - poetry by Marjorie H Morgan. The Bridge Po...
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Living now...: Border Line - Poetry by Langston Hughes
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Saturday, 28 May 2011. Border Line - Poetry by Langston Hughes. I used to wonder. About living and dying-. I think the difference lies. Between tears and crying. I used to wonder. About here and there-. I think the distance. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Water-Front Streets - Poetry by Langston Hughes. Faking it and making it. Border Line - Poet...
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Living now...: 05/01/2013 - 06/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Sunday, 19 May 2013. We know that we’re all different, but the joy of knowing that doesn’t make us want to be. Do it, it’s still a different experience for me, as it is for you: an individual experience. 8220; So it’s hard enough figuring out who you are – why mess that up trying to be someone else? 8221; Willie Nelson. 8220; ‘Be yourself, and f...
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Living now...: 04/01/2013 - 05/01/2013
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Thursday, 18 April 2013. Silence - poetry by Marjorie H Morgan. In the day,. And in the night. Feelings are exposed -. Raw like a fresh wound. They affect my breathing. I see them everywhere I look. Sleep can be quiet and. Sometimes silence is the only solace. 169; Marjorie H Morgan 2013. Sunday, 14 April 2013. My mind is clearer. I can think again.
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Living now...: 08/01/2012 - 09/01/2012
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Wednesday, 29 August 2012. Short Story - Barbie Dolls by Marjorie H Morgan. He wanted his spot. He was twenty minutes early and that was step one in his scheme. He bounced up the seven concrete steps with his jewellery clinking as he rose. He pushed the heavy door and entered. 8216;Look,’ several eyes turned to look at him as he passed the open ...
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Living now...: 09/01/2012 - 10/01/2012
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These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England. Friday, 28 September 2012. The greatest silence is the absence of your loved one’s voice. I cling to the unique sounds of people. I can freely reproduce their images and - for a time - inhale their scent, but nothing can reproduce their voice. Nothing. The silence is loud. I run from the silences of their absence. Thursday, 13 September 2012. William ...