NOTE : I wrote this back in 2015, but this year, the 100th memorial year,  I think is a good time to give it another airing. A Legacy from the Great War. (WW1) I was watching a television trailer, regarding a forthcoming documentary, examining the life of those who lived and fought from the trenches. I was struck by the number of film clips taken on 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 still in its infancy at the 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. In conjunction with this footage was often clear and exceptional commentary. ...

I had to share this post in full. Read it and you will know why, Paul.                                                                                            Fi rst posted on               https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/07/what-shunryu-suzuki-taught-me-about-time Via  Jim Owens on Jul 16, 2017     533 Shares get elephant's newsletter Shunryū Suzuki , was a master of many things, not the least of which were meditation and calligraphy. His teaching—sometimes simple, sometimes confusing, but always profound—has influenced me greatly. I have also admired the work of other remarkable men and women: the Nobel Peace Prize winning,  Thich Nhất   Hanh , the Trappist monk, T...

First published by/on   http://theresecrutchermarin.com/new-blog-page This post has found its way onto Brilliant Blog Share because... well, read it and you will soon know why. I once read,   “If you have one true friend in your lifetime, you are lucky”. With that said, I have been extraordinarily lucky! When I met John in 1976 and we became a couple, I quickly learned that being with him meant having his three older sisters in my life as well. The four siblings had had a difficult upbringing and were exceptionally close and I was thrilled when they welcomed me into their circle. Like their brother, Lora, Marcia and Cindy were kind, positive, unselfish individuals and I became closer to them than I was to my own sisters. Through the years, I would count my blessings for the loving relationship the three sisters and I shared, as they became tried and true friends. These brave, gentle souls would inspire and teach me many lessons that would enrich my life. Wh...

I generally use this blog to share posts I come across during my regular use of the web. I do not surf the digital world looking for anything in particular, or anything un-particular. If something catches my eye as I scroll, or page hop, I may, if I have time, stop and look. Mostly I find trash, repetitive rubbish, simple mind numbing lists or links to site full of virus and bullsh*t. But, occasionally, very occasionally, I find content that is outstanding. Often these are well written, but even if the grammar leaves much to be desired, those posts will find their way here, onto Brilliant Blog Share, because they are written from the heart. They are a spilling of emotion, of love, of hope, of grieving., or they are full of spirit and hope and dreams. This is what Brilliant Blog Share is all about, sharing the best of what we, the people, have in our souls, touching one another with understanding and compassion. Lord knows that in this day and age, with the ...

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 th...

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 a...

Who Am I? Originally posted on  http://thereporterandthegirl.com/2015/08/21/who-am-i/ This post has found its way onto ' Brilliant Blog Share' for the uncompromising and rawness of its words. Clearly there are contradictions and inconsistencies within, but that only goes to highlighting the emotional anguish portrayed by the writer.   Dear readers, I want to introduce this anonymous submission from a friend of mine. He broke up with his girlfriend of two years, a couple months ago. And on my suggestion, wrote a piece today about his feelings. Please show him your support! @ReporterandGirl  or  Facebook  or  G+ . What kind of fucked up, dark, twisted question is that? What does that even mean? I’m asking, seriously. What defines someone? Our actions? Thoughts? Beliefs? What I do when no one is around? Or better yet, what I do when everyone is around? When you break up with someone, there’s this pressure to reinvent yourself. To find out who...