Did you know, as Washington left office he warned against "the baneful effects of the spirit of the party."
OR that a fourteen year old may have found the cure for COVID?
Thank you Sandra for having me – October 23
My pleasure, Balroop.
Book Blurb:
I wait for whispers; they regale my muse. Whispers that can be heard by our heart, whispers that ride on the breeze to dispel darkness and ignite hope. I’m sure you would hear them through these poems if you read slowly.
‘Magical Whispers’ would transport you to an island of serenity; beseech you to tread softly on the velvety carpet of nature to feel the ethereal beauty around you. The jigsaw of life would melt and merge as you dive into the warmth of words.
In this book, my poems focus on whispers of Mother Nature, whispers that are subtle but speak louder than words and breathe a quiet message.
Each day reminds us
It’s the symphony of surroundings
That whisper life into us.
Book Information:
Title: Magical Whispers
Author: Balroop Singh
Genre: Poetry
Available at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KJQ6K5D
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Excerpt:
Colors
The day sun descended
With all his fire
To dilute the heat
Even clouds couldn’t peep.
I watched with a gasp
When an azure pool
Changed its color to gold,
Heat flew like splinters.
Mother earth endured all.
Breathing quiet messages,
Branches stoop to offer shade
Moments of harmony sway.
Now this pool knows magic
As it changes colors
Passion and serenity meet here
When moon lends its silvery glow.
© Balroop Singh
Balroop Singh, a former teacher and an educator always had a passion for writing. She is a poet, a creative non-fiction writer, a relaxed blogger and a doting grandma. She writes about people, emotions and relationships. Her poetry highlights the fact that happiness is not a destination but a chasm to bury agony, anguish, grief, distress and move on! No sea of solitude is so deep that it can drown us. Sometimes aspirations are trampled upon, the boulders of exploitation and discrimination may block your path but those who tread on undeterred are always successful.
When turbulences hit, when shadows of life darken, when they come like unseen robbers, with muffled exterior, when they threaten to shatter your dreams, it is better to break free rather than get sucked by the vortex of emotions.
A self-published author, she is the poet of Sublime Shadows of Life , Emerging From Shadows, Timeless Echoes and Moments We Love – all widely acclaimed poetry books. She has also written When Success Eludes, Emotional Truths Of Relationships Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited and Allow Yourself to be a Better Person.
Balroop Singh has always lived through her heart. She is a great nature lover; she loves to watch birds flying home. The sunsets allure her with their varied hues that they lend to the sky. She can spend endless hours listening to the rustling leaves and the sound of waterfalls. The moonlight streaming through her garden, the flowers, the meadows, the butterflies cast a spell on her. She lives in San Ramon, California.
You can visit her blog at: http://balroop2013.wordpress.com
Connecting links: https://twitter.com/BalroopShado
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Emotional-Shadows/151387075057971
https://www.pinterest.com/balroops/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7340810.Balroop_Singh
Did you know, Thomas Jefferson was fascinated by mastodons and believed they still roamed the country, particularly in the West? He asked Lewis and Clark to bring back samples of bones they found from their famous expedition. (I'm assuming this was any unusual, large bones.)
And we voted. Our precinct opened for early voting at 8:00 a.m. October 15. We were there at 8:00 a.m. These are a few shots of other folks that had the same idea. The line started on the sidewalk, wove down into the parking lot, wrapped around the side of the building and then ended up inside.
There were over two hundred folks ahead of us. It took us an hour and a half to get to the ballots. When we got to the door, there was a man waiting with hand sanitizer that he sprayed on our hands, then handed us a pen that we were to keep. I noticed that as soon as anyone left a booth it was sanitized. All in all, I thought it was as safe as it could be made.
Over 272,000 North Carolinians voted October 15. Over 100,000 more than the first day in 2016. As of the 17th: 700,600.
AND...
Did anyone watch THE WAY I SEE IT, the Peter Souza documentary? For those of you who may not be familiar with him,he's a photojournalist that was the Whitehouse photographer for both the Reagan Presidency and the Obama Presidency. It was fascinating and insightful. I highly recommend it. AND If you didn't see it, did you see the town hall debates Saturday Night Live style? Hilarious. What I love about these skits, neither side escapes unscathed. If you haven't seen it and would like to, here's the link. https://youtu.be/4UFfD0HIhv4
AND...In the kitchen.
Like orange juice? Peaches? Have you tried a dollop of peach punch in your OJ? It's a nice combination of flavors.
AND...The HH surprised me with this 'spooky' bowl. I love glass bowls with plastic covers. I prefer glass over plastic, especially if it's heated. Heating plastics is one of my carcinogen concerns. Does plastic concern anyone else?
AND...The eternal garden pics.
The Iris is still blooming, though I think it's nearing its last hurrah.
The swallowtails have moved on but these guys are hanging around. They look like monarchs but they are smaller than the ones I'm used to seeing.
Have you voted? Seen the Souza documentary? Still got butterflies?