This is a very impressive gift...An amazing blend of past and present crises in a 'happy' way... The WWII parachute silk mask is not only practical, but so symbolic of hope...We will be able to land on this earth safely... Just give us time...Your Mum is very clever... Have a great birthday...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 4, 2020
Thursday, 4 June 2020
a gift...
Google maps missed Zimbabwe...
Not sure if this is surprising or not...No Harare, capital of Zimbabwe on Google maps in 2009... And no Zimbabwe... After Finding His African City Missing From Maps, Zimbabwe Man Creates 2,000 Miles of Google Street Views https://t.co/KXOIJCy1Mg— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 4, 2020
a dark post becomes 'Song for the Journey'...
Tonight, I am slipping...WATCH: Barack Obama: "I want to speak directly to the young men and women of color in this country."— Meet the Press (@MeetThePress) June 3, 2020
Obama: "I want you to know that you matter. I want you to know that your lives matter. That your dreams matter." pic.twitter.com/CvpUBXZi5a
It is so hard to keep standing tall...
Keep being strong
When the world seems so broken...
When the world still is chained to fears of covid-19...
Fears that are not going to elapse in the near future...
They may ease...
But still there...
And I look to other countries...
One country claims to be a world leader and presence...
But the claim is hollow
Brutally undercut by one man
Who thinks he is a leader
With endless power...
He hides in a bunker or brandishes a Bible
To identify he is untouchable...
And, in response to the agonies of underdogs,
(The desperate just trying to live,
Beyond George Floyd,)
He spills out gibberish...
Calls curfews
Threatens the Insurrection Act
Or plays golf...
It takes a past president
With a moral conscience
To stand up and speak
To offer hope to the country he loves...
That country is not my country
But it is still part of my world
And I feel the pain...
Some in my country break out
In sympathy with the suffering across the sea
And stage protests
About our own indigenous people...
People are swept up in a pandemic
One a virus
One a howl for survival
And sometimes
All my attempts to post
Positive landscapes
The beauty of small things
Poetic musings
Seem not enough...
Sometimes I feel
They get lost in
A dark tidal wave
And tonight
Is one night
I feel that I too
Am desperately
Treading water...
Then I heard a song on the radio...
certain words...
'There are days made for wonder and laughter...'
'I will give you my shoulder for the weight on your mind'
The sudden burst of beauty from nowhere
Rocked me...
I had to seek it out...
The song is called 'Song for the Journey' - sung by Tish Hinojosa
Here's a song for the journey
As we draw near the line
Though our eyes bear a tear
As we wave our goodbye
May the clouds part before you
May the stars kiss your eyes
There are days made for wonder
and laughter and wine
May your dreams take you places
Through rivers that wind
If we don't count our blessings
We're wasting our time
Heaven knows where the road falls before me
May the angels hold those left behind
When I think of the treasures
and pleasures we find
There are many and many were mine
So, I am now feeling stronger...
This post is not going to be shared on Twitter...
There are more than enough dark tides rolling there...
I am simply going to post
'Song for the Journey'
and hope others are pleasantly surprised
and relieved maybe..
Wednesday, 3 June 2020
power of a prism...
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020The prism represents anyone who wants to be part of creating harmony...
small freeway...
early 19th century— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
no swarms of traffic
and squashed trains
just a small bridge holds
a small freeway #tanka https://t.co/mSnxiqBYC5
Utagawa Hiroshige There is a sensitive connection in these landscape scenes....between people and the world they inhabit...There is a slow pace...suggesting people are tuned and content in this lifestyle...
Northern Lights...
Auroras are not confined to Earth. Jupiter's auroras light up the planet with a light stronger than the Earth's light. https://t.co/DpH7sNKZr7 via @ConversationUK— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
random beauty...
I felt like gathering some magic...Inside this pipi shell was hidden a tiny, curved bay.— SeaGoatWhoScreamsPoetry (@SeaGoatScreams) June 3, 2020
The sea is moody here, with a great sweep of lacy foam. The sand is flat and anticipatory, and a mountainous island of quartz-rock looms on the horizon.
I'm going to stay in here for a few moments, if you'd like a pause. pic.twitter.com/bLWTLmt3p9
Listen to the colour. Then, close your ears and see its music.— Indu Pillai (@InduPillai01) June 3, 2020
Magical Falls, Krasi Matarov! 🤩 pic.twitter.com/KwTNe9UrYT— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) June 3, 2020
Isle of Skye, Scotland! 💙🏴 pic.twitter.com/6yMjnyoLoD— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) April 5, 2020
Chillon Castle is a Swiss medieval castle located on the shores of Lake Geneva. It was an important defensive building from the Bronze Age, built in the 13th century; it is gothic style pic.twitter.com/RRfh2wMwNO— Sebastian (@Sebastian023456) June 2, 2020
Cottage, Faroe Islands, Denmark!🤩 pic.twitter.com/ukezhtKKnZ— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) June 2, 2020
Leanach Cottage, Culloden Moor, Inverness, Scotland! 💙🏴 From 1732! pic.twitter.com/iKc5CWftCy— Jim's the Man (@yesjimstheman) June 2, 2020
Good afternoon my friends Twitter 💙💙 pic.twitter.com/VlRupl4mKl— Lluís Cat (@lluispriorat) June 2, 2020
I am poet. Here’s one of my haiku for those who like the form— Paresh Tiwari (@Paresh_Writes) June 3, 2020
mustard fields
a thimbleful of sun
on each blossom#poetry #haiku
mist comes from nowhere— ghost of poetry (@illdesperado) June 2, 2020
turns trees to lace
and you asleep beneath
your transparent sheets
of rainwater
processing...
I too wonder...Will young people carry their feelings now for years to come? Are their young lives compromised? Will they be tainted with sadness that never leaves? And as adults, will they change? Their characters? Their outlook on the world?Yesterday, my 14-year-old cousin said, “We’re living through a social studies chapter” and I can’t stop thinking about that, about him, about how young people are processing this moment.— Clint Smith (@ClintSmithIII) June 2, 2020
Impossible to know answers for now... we older ones will never know...
winter and rain...
— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) June 1, 2020
For every patch of winter sunlight, lately, there seems to be a whole quilt load of rain variations, waiting to share their bounty...
Obama and change...
a heart— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 3, 2020
in full voice
is the only way
to speak
and reach people #tanka
How to Make this Moment the Turning Point for Real Change by @BarackObama https://t.co/G4eC87Pcar
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