Do we have some amazing, incredible, bizarre and wonderful links for you this week! The links are grouped loosely by theme (all brought to you by the letter “W”), so read on and have a peculiar treasure or twelve to start your week of well.
On writing: Did you know writing has health benefits, from your lungs to your liver, your mood and healing capabilities? Or watch someone explain “My job is that I lie to children” with humour and a secret door or three.
On wonder: Gather good. Pass it on. Multiply goodness . Also, there’s the love of a man for his wife and God, shared by his son.
On weird and wacky: A carrot for/is music! How to cut cake with science!
On wilderness: Some deep sea creatures have been highlighted, as well as one that looks like a real-life Pokémon.
On warm fuzzies: A personal blogger’s focus is “…the worth of a soul no matter our abilities or disabilities, our hidden potential..”. Also, is it possible to put the warm fuzzies of home in a box?
On weighty matters: Segullah’s September Journal is live and gorgeous! Finally, our First Draft Poetry this week is from Heather B, inspired by this letter to a RS President.
Astride the media circus, that pulpit,
his apologies ringing, her
makeup streaming, masking disgust,
money embezzled, women imbibed,
mansions/dinners/airconditioned
doghouses paid for from kind donations
from the working class gullible searching
for new life or life beyond, as serfs ever
have searched, admired, supported
robber barons,
carrying the jaw of an ass.
She cries ugly, effulgent apologies
a media joke, a whore, she must
have known (how could she not know), complicit
in her streaming pancake base and
jowl wagging sorrow. I have no pity
for her partnership with this godly man
who bilked so much from so many (who had
so little but misguided faith.),
and yet
25 years and I stand
with my godly man as he
gnaws my soul apologizing
and the children stand around, waiting
for their fate to be decided.
With makeup streaming, how could I
not know (how could I not have known?) and see
her apologies anew, the guilt
not in complimentary complicit complacency, but hiding
intent naiveté, enforced innocence,
seeing only what one is trained to see,
as all magicians’ assistants direct the eye
away from the twisting finger, distract
from the constant dwindling suspension
of belief.
Played any vegetables lately? Any cake cutting tips? Felt any wonder lately? Have a wild and wonderful week!
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