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First published by Melody Sim. http://www.melodysim.com/2016/12/a-letter-to-myself-year-from-now.html As with most, if not all posts on Brilliant BlogShare, there has to be something captivating in the content, which must be original. This post is refreshingly so, it has an open nieve style which enhances the narration. read and enjoy. A LETTER to MYSELF a year from now:

This is Squid McFinnigan's post not mine. But I have shared it here because it deserves its place as a 'Brilliant Blog' To see/read the origanal post you will need to go to http://squidmcfinnigan.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/let-it-snow.html. Sometimes memories are connected to the strangest of things. It might be a smell, or a particular sound or something else entirely that whisks you back to a moment in time which will live with you forever. One such thing for me is snow, and seeing those first fluffy white crystals falling from the dark clouds above. I know most people love snow and it reminds them of snowball fights and building snowmen and frozen fingers. It reminds me of those things as well but also another more precious memory.   When I was growing up, things in Ireland were particularly tough. Interest rates on mortgages had reached as high as twenty percent and a huge amount of people were out of work. My Dad had a good job in a factory, but when the

I have not posted here for a while; simply because I have not come across a post which I could honestly say was worthy of being shown here on Brilliant Blog Share, until now. This is a wonderfully, open and honest post. When you read, I think you will be as moved as I. ( Originally posted on Barrow Blogs.  https://judithbarrowblog.com/ ) Posted on  November 22, 2016                                             My Mum I haven’t been online much over the last few months; my mother had been on end of life care for over a year and she passed away peacefully three weeks ago. It’s been  a difficult time, both for her and for all the family. There have been many occasions when I’ve wished her at peace. Now she is. I didn’t intend to write anything publicly about this.  But something happened after she died that made me think and to remember a piece I wrote some years ago on motherhood, for an anthology. I gave it the title  I Am Three Mothers  because, after much thought

T his post was published by the huffington post on 14th of July by the Rev, Cindy Maddox United Church of Christ minister, poet, and parent This has made it onto Brilliant Blog Share because it is wonderfully written, I am sure you will agree. To the middle-aged woman who gestured angrily and yelled as we passed... To the 30-something man in the power suit who honked and forced his black SUV through our line... To the person who tried to pass us and then moved his car into our lane to block our progress... Perhaps you don’t know. Perhaps you didn’t recognize the hearse and the flapping flags on the first few cars. Perhaps you didn’t notice that we all had our lights on and our hazards flashing. Perhaps your mama never taught you to show respect to the dead by showing kindness to the grieving. You couldn’t know, of course, that the woman inside the hearse was only 20 years old. You couldn’t know that she leaves behind parents and

I give a short introduction to many of the posts on Brilliant Blog Share, this is one of the few that does not need any introduction, none at all. We are the last generation who can hear from the survivors, those who actually and  directly  witnessed the holocaust  .  Do not take that lightly Do not forget, your freedom is not infinitely guaranteed either.    It is said  " those who forget history are condemned to repeat it" best not forget, then.

A Legacy from the Great War.  (WW1) ( I first posted this on the 11 th of the 11 th , Remembrance day. But as today is Armed forces day and the 100 th anniversary of the Battle of the Somme I thought it justifiable to give it a further outing )         I was watching a television trailer, regarding a forthcoming documentary, examining life of those who lived and fought from the trenches. I was struck by the number of film clips that were taken at the front line. That so many have survived for the past one hundred years is quite amazing considering the ease of degradation of the materials used. I had not previously considered such an archive of moving images existed, considering movie making was in its infancy at that time.    Seeing these short monochrome ( mostly although a few colour films were produced ) films of men going about their daily lives on the front line, brought the characters of those captured on cellulose to life in a way I did not think possible.

Skip to content I came across this post via Judith Barrow of Barrow blogs. This is a wonderful view of self acceptance and realisation, of maturity and happiness, penned by Sue Vincent on her blog The Silent Eye. http://thesilenteye.co.uk/  I hope, if like me, that once you start reading you will be captivated until the very last words.   THE STREAM FEBRUARY 23, 2016  |  SUE VINCENT While I would much rather contemplate the swirling waters of a river and watch the birds take their morning bath, there is nothing much to do in an urban traffic jam except people-watch. The stream of humanity, though, offers its own gifts. From the children making their way to school, those who walk quietly and those up to obvious mischief, to the old man with the elderly collie, both hobbling arthritically in the chill morning air, or the young mother pushing the next generation in a hi-tech contraption that makes your car feel like a museum piece, there is always something to