Are You Picky About The Type Of People That Follow Your Blog?


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Are You Picky About The Type Of People That Follow Your Blog?

This is Bolg written today may answer some of your issues you may encounter at times, but there are some other thoughts to

And yes you have other opinions too and thatโ€™s ok to

Blogging platforms are on public domain

All of the humans are able to read your blog, follow you and remark and thatโ€™s ok too

Today Bloggers have Settings you may activate yourself. Arenโ€™t you lucky little people

Some bloggers feel like they are being invaded if you read and like and thatโ€™s ok too

What you need to consider why you need to write

Do you know you are able to password each little blog you wish. Look at your settings and hit private. No one can see that unless you issue your gang with an email password. Also remember you may be divorced eventually

Do you understand you may turn your blog into a private blog too in your settings and only invite specific people to engage with you. Then you donโ€™t have followers taking up your time

Think of it as your own little social media platform ( be very selective when you create your private corner. only follow this method if you know folk personally )

Your โ€ tagsโ€ are important tool to find folk with common interest if you only have time to interact with

Authors on creating blogs need to purchase Business Package includes unlimited Support from WordPress and unlimited Space. These folk are the lifeblood of the Blogging Industry keeping costs down for home users or hobbyists on the platform. I was asked today should you allow Business Users to like your posts or comment! ? please donโ€™t judge others itโ€™s unkind.

Business Enterprise is affiliates or product vendors. These are Corporations. Yes, of course, they follow everyone they employ people.! Selling in cyberspace is vast.

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Kindness is sharing

Bloggers come and go for all reasons.

Many died this year

Thank very one for sharing

Instead of words maybe would be nice to share a heart or two

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Famous Poets

Yesterday and Today XII โ€“


The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary. He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a loverโ€™s imagination and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his lifeโ€™s drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing manโ€™s feeble additions to Nature. He looked back with piercing regret to the images of his early life, woven into a pattern by the gods, until he could no longer control his anguish. He said aloud, โ€œYesterday I was grazing my sheep in the green valley, enjoying my existence, sounding my flute, and holding my head high. Today I am a prisoner of greed. Gold leads into gold, then into restlessness and finally into crushing misery. โ€œYesterday I was like a singing bird, soaring freely here and there in the fields. Today I am a slave to fickle wealth, societyโ€™s rules, and cityโ€™s customs, and purchased friends, pleasing the people by conforming to the strange and narrow laws of man. I was born to be free and enjoy the bounty of life, but I find myself like a beast of burden so heavily laden with gold that his back is breaking. โ€œWhere are the spacious plains, the singing brooks, the pure breeze, the closeness of Nature? Where is my deity? I have lost all! Naught remains to to to to to to to to to to to to to to save loneliness that saddens me, gold that ridicules me, slaves who curse to my back, and a palace that I have erected as a tomb for my happiness, and in whose greatness I have lost my heart. โ€œYesterday I roamed the prairies and the hills together with the Bedouinโ€™s daughter; Virtue was our companion, Love our delight, and the moon our guardian. Today I am among women with shallow beauty who sell themselves for gold and diamonds. โ€œYesterday I was carefree, sharing with the shepherds all the joy of life; eating, playing, working, singing, and dancing together to the music of the heartโ€™s truth. Today I find myself among the people like a frightened lamb among the wolves. As I walk in the roads, they gaze at me with hateful eyes and point at me with scorn and jealousy, and as I steal through the park I see frowning faces all about me. โ€œYesterday I was rich in happiness and today I am poor in gold. โ€œYesterday I was a happy shepherd looking upon his head as a merciful king looks with pleasure upon his contented subjects. Today I am a slave standing before my wealth, my wealth which robbed me of the beauty of life I once knew. โ€œForgive me, my Judge! I did not know that riches would put my life in fragments and lead me into the dungeons of harshness and stupidity. What I thought was glory is naught but an eternal inferno.โ€ He gathered himself wearily and walked slowly toward the palace, sighing and repeating, โ€œIs this what people call wealth? Is this the god I am serving and worshipping? Is this what I seek of the earth? Why can I not trade it for one particle of contentment? Who would sell me one beautiful thought for a ton of gold? Who would give me one moment of love for a handful of gems? Who would grant me an eye that can see othersโ€™ hearts, and take all my coffers in barter?โ€ As he reached the palace gates he turned and looked toward the city as Jeremiah gazed toward Jerusalem. He raised his arms in woeful lament and shouted, โ€œOh people of the noisome city, who are living in darkness, hastening toward misery, preaching falsehood, and speaking with stupidityโ€ฆuntil when shall you remain ignorant? The unit unit unit when shall you abide in the filth of life and continue to desert its gardens? Why wear you tattered robes of narrowness while the silk raiment of Natureโ€™s beauty is fashioned for you? The lamp of wisdom is dimming; it is time to furnish it with oil. The house of true fortune is being destroyed; it is time to rebuild it and guard it. The thieves of ignorance have stolen the treasure of your peace; it is time to retake it!โ€ At that moment a poor man stood before him and stretched forth his hand for alms. As he looked at the beggar, his lips parted, his eyes brightened with a softness, and his face radiated kindness. It was as if the yesterday he had lamented by the lake had come to greet him. He embraced the pauper with affection and filled his hands with gold, and with a voice sincere with the sweetness of love he said, โ€œCome back tomorrow and bring with you your fellow sufferers. All your possessions will be restored.โ€ He entered his palace saying, โ€œEverything in life is good; even gold, for it teaches a lesson. Money is like a stringed instrument; he who does not know how to use it properly will hear only discordant music. Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and it enlivens the other who turns it upon his fellow man.โ€ ~ Yesterday and Today XII โ€“ Khalil Gibran

Story Teller

Imponderables โ€“ ponder on these imponderables for a minute:


1. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?

2. If people from Poland are called Poles, why arenโ€™t people from Holland called Holes?

ย 3. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as some adults enjoy adultery?

ย 4. If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?


ย 5. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

ย 6. Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

ย 7. When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say?

ย 8. Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a racing car not called a racist?

ย 9. Why are a wise man and a wise guy opposite?

ย 10. Why do overlook and oversee mean opposite things?

ย 11. Why isnโ€™t the number 11 pronounced onety one?

12. โ€œI amโ€ is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that โ€œI doโ€ is the longest sentence?

13. If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesnโ€™t it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleanersย  depressed?

14. What hair colour do they put on the driverโ€™s licences of bald men?


15. I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?

ย 16. Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them? Why donโ€™t they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the postmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?

17. You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.

18. No one ever says, โ€œItโ€™s only a gameโ€ when their team is winning.

19. Ever wonder about those people who spend $2.00 apiece on thoseย  little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards: NAIVE

20. Isnโ€™t making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?

23. If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhoea, does that mean that one personย  enjoys it?

ย As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.


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Story Teller

Maybe you may need to read this, right now


I was talking to a friend who was discouraged about a difficult family matter that was impacting her young daughter in a very negative way. I had watched my friend get more and more overwhelmed by the anxiety and stress to the point that I could see her health was being jeopardized. I was reminded that when God brought the Israelites out from their oppressive captivity in Babylon that He promised they would โ€œgo out in joy and be led forth in peaceโ€ โ€“ Isaiah 55 verse 12. So I encouraged her that if weโ€™re going to come out of dark places like she was in if weโ€™re going to stand under the trials of life, we have to come out with joy and walk in peace. We have to use joy to deliver us from anxious thoughts, defeat, and discouragement. Joy is the key, and itโ€™s inside us.

You may be facing a difficult situation today. Perhaps youโ€™ve lost a loved one or your child has got off course. Life has pushed your joy down. The key to staying strong in God is through partaking in His joy every day. When Nehemiah was encouraging the people under extremely difficult circumstances in the rebuilding of the walls of Jerusalem, he said, โ€œCelebrate with a feast โ€ฆ for the joy of Lord is your strengthโ€ โ€“ Nehemiah 8 verse 10. He knew that only the joy of the Lord could help them overcome their discouragement and anxieties over setbacks and enemy threats.

Jesus prayed that His joy would โ€œremain in you and that your joy may be fullโ€ โ€“ John 15 verse 11. The beauty of the joy that Jesus gives us is that it is not dependent on what is going on around us. His joy is in us. When you said yes to Jesus, nothing changed on the outside, but He gave you a new heart inside and filled it with His joy. Heโ€™s saying, โ€œIโ€™ve given you exactly what you need to defeat the power of the enemy and stay strong in this lifeโ€.

His joy is inside you, but you must cultivate it. Itโ€™s a bit like the lemon tree I planted. I made sure the soil was right, and I watered it, fed it nutrients, cultivated it, and eventually, the first lemons that were in the tree finally came out for me to use. Similarly, you have to tap into His joy. You have to develop it and practice it. The apostle Paul said it this way: โ€œRejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoiceโ€ โ€“ Philippians 4 verse 4. To rejoice means โ€œto brightenโ€.

Thereโ€™s a light of Jesusโ€™ joy inside you. You just have to turn it up!


Mystic Poet Laureate


I hope in everything,

And everyone there is the tiniest,

A little bit,

Of decency or honesty or something we can get

The least bit of inspiration from to indeed carry on,

Eliminate justifies the ugliness of hate

May Jesus not have said:

โ€œBetter heโ€™d not been born,

โ€œAnd even the lowliest paedophile not receive our complete scorn,

That there would be just something to justify the race,

Of hated, despised people from whom we turn our face.

From those whom we would choose to erase,

Erase from all our view,

Like Hitler or Rasputin, that they also,


Did do,

Some good or gesture long forgotten, to justify their being,

Present in This Sorrow, so that we would,

Yes, be seeing.

Something that would let us know some bit of good they did,


Although we line them up and finally that weโ€™ll rid

Ourselves of all the horror we proclaim,

And, as we spit, Upon their vile visages and watch them burning in The Pit.

Yet hear them say, โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ and remember they too tried,

To justify one bit of fibre, as they killed and raped and lied.

So, to this tiniest factor,

I pledge faith,

Even if we canโ€™t forgive the wrong,

Of a thousand proofs of evil,

A thousand lifetimes last too long.




The Best Therapist in The World โ€œknowsโ€ just what you need:

It might be a haircut or an exceptional โ€œfeed,โ€
Of a fresh roll and soup, made [t]here at home.

Wisdom Kindness

Sometimes, what you really need is a beautiful poem.

Sometimes, what you need is a shoulder to cry on.
Sometimes, you just need, you maybe need to be gone,
To a special โ€œsafe placeโ€ where you can gather your thoughts.

The Best Therapist in The World can maybe give you lots,
Of good ideas, IF youโ€™re receptive to such,
But somehow The Best Therapist is simply in touch,

With what you need to relax or unwind,
And it might be shelter,
From a storm or it might be youโ€™re experiencing a welter,
Of confusing life items and they seem like a mess.


Sure, The Best Therapist in The World may be making a guess,
But The Best Therapist in The World acts out of love;
Itโ€™s the magic ingredient that good therapyโ€™s made Of.

So, if we find us a therapist who has lots of compassion,
That is the one to whom we should be dashinโ€™.


Of course, if you can do it and accept IT: (pause) The Best Therapist is YOU,
If you truly love yourself, and I know that you do.

Buy a puppy




Only when a person gives up trying to let go, does the release happen. Remember, what you hold firmly, holds you with equal resolve. Once you release the illusion of control, your innate being is allowed to emerge. The pathless path is easy for those who are sincere, and all obstacles will be dissolved within the free and open space of a childlike and open mind. One need only empty oneself of the โ€œexcess baggageโ€ of thoughts, beliefs, standards and practices that have been accumulated over a lifetime, so that the fountainhead of knowledge can pour forth effortlessly into their human vessel. If you are willing to take the first step simply by choosing to release control, you will experience true freedom in every sense of the word!

Khalil Gibran

Leave Me, My Blamer


Leave me, my blamer, For the sake of the love Which unites your soul with That of your beloved one; For the sake of that which Joins spirit with mothers Affection, and ties your Heart with filial love. Go, And leave me to my own Weeping heart. Let me sail in the ocean of My dreams; Wait until Tomorrow Comes, for tomorrow is free to Do with me as he wishes. Your Laying is naught but shadow That walks with the spirit to The tomb of abashment, and shows Heard the cold, solid earth. I have a little heart within me And I like to bring him out of His prison and carry him on the Palm of my hand to examine him In depth and extract his secret. Aim not your arrows at him, lest He takes fright and vanish โ€˜ere he Pours the secrets blood as a Sacrifice at the altar of his Own faith, given him by Deity When he fashioned him of love and beauty. The sun is rising and the nightingale Is singing, and the myrtle is Breathing its fragrance into space. I want to free myself from the Quilted slumber of wrong. Do not Detain me, my blamer! Cavil me not by mention of the Lions of the forest or the Snakes of the valley, for Me soul knows no fear of earth and Accepts no warning of evil before Evil comes. Advise me not, my blamer, for Calamities have opened my heart and Tears have cleanses my eyes, and Errors have taught me the language Of the hearts. Talk not of banishment, for conscience Is my judge and he will justify me And protect me if I am innocent, and Will deny me of life if I am a criminal. Loveโ€™s procession is moving; Beauty is waving her banner; Youth is sounding the trumpet of joy; Disturb not my contrition, my blamer. Let me walk, for the path is rich With roses and mint, and the air Is scented with cleanliness. Relate not the tales of wealth and Greatness, for my soul is rich With bounty and great with Godโ€™s glory. Speak not of peoples and laws and Kingdoms, for the whole earth is My birthplace and all humans are My brothers. Go from me, for you are taking away Life โ€“ giving repentance and bringing Needless words. ~


Thoughts for today


โ€œ Today is a very exciting time of your life. You are on a wonderful adventure and will never go through this particular process again.

Be strong but not rude. Be kind but not weak. Be humble but not timid. Be proud but not arrogant.
Zig Ziglar, 1926-2012, Author


Dream and Reality


We create our dream And call it realityโ€ฆ DidiArtist, 10.03.2019 ย  ย 

Dream and Reality

Come unto me my Child
Cut Diamond

Keep Fighting ~ Compassion


Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets

โ€œThis is for the ones who are struggling right now. This is for the ones who have been having a rough day, or week, or year. The ones who feel like this storm will never end. Keep fighting for YOU. Not for your friends, not for your family, but for YOU. Keep fighting because deep [โ€ฆ]

Keep Fighting

Life is so ironic to understand fully; it takes sadness to know what is happiness. Noise to distinguish silent and a broken heart to find true love

The best things in life are unseen thatโ€™s why we close our eyes when we kiss cry and dream

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didnโ€™t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover

You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore