Words Come at Night

This is such a beautiful poem, Thanks to Iris for sharing this awesome piece of writing with us all…check her out…xxx


Words come at night

I no longer expect to sleep

The words come at night

A boundless amount of them to keep

So many stories to tell

I grab one with my fingers and put it to paper before it swirls back in with the rest.

Rest. I thrive on so little of it.

Words come at night.

Days are filled with movement,

leaving too little time to let forth the thoughts that desire to be written.

An idea here, a memory there

A story filled with feelings I wish never to bear.

I cannot escape them though

I must share to rid them from my soul

For if I were to close my eyes

they would haunt me in my dreams  

A blank page seen by my eyes alone 

Illuminated by the faint glowing of the moon’s light.

Enough for me to let out a small amount of…

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4 AM ramble

well its 4 AM. I’m not asleep as you can see.
I tried but couldn’t drop off. So got up again, no point to lying there thinking a million thoughts and unable to shut your brain up or off.
So I am up. I am just pottering around the house, and pottering around online.
I have the radio on low. And its very peaceful. Not a sound to be heard.
Just how I like it. Nitros fast asleep. He was dreaming in his sleep. He was whimpering, I think its so cute when he does that.
Is anyone else up?
Talk to me if you are?
❤ 🙂

Little demon

Wonderful poem from emerging from the dark night, Bravo girl! bravo!

Emerging From The Dark Night


Living inside me

I will probably always have

This Little demon

Who whips my butt

And casts a dismissive glance

On the messy normalcy of life

I wish it could be different

I long so often to be free

From the doom coloured glasses

He makes me wear

But then again

If I experienced doom in the past

Without a hand to hold

Is it any wonder

This is what I remember

The past bleeding through

Trying to capture and dominate me

Binding up my energy on any day

But then also

My loving spirit aches and yearns for me

To break free of a past

That was so loveless

To embrace a future in which

Love lies at the basis of things

This and trust too

But not without a true encounter with reality

Little demon

I see you there

Maybe it would be better

If I did not…

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Low fat recipe. Banana rosanna

Bananas Rosanna

1 pint fresh strawberries

1 (6 ounce) can frozen orange juice concentrate, thawed

3 large ripe bananas, sliced

1 (8 ounce) carton fat-free Cool Whip

Wash, hull and cut up strawberries. Combine them in blender with orange juice concentrate; blend until smooth. Alternate banana slices with strawberry orange sauce. Top with Cool Whip. Serve chilled.

Makes 8 servings.

Per Serving:

Calories: 140.1

Total Fat: 0.40g

Saturated Fat: 0.09g

Sodium: 17.35mg

Protein: 1.30g

Carbohydrates: 32.24g

Cholesterol: 0mg

Fiber: 2.10g

New opportunity

so you all know I volunteer on Tuesday at the cork city partnership, this is an organisation that works with vulnerable, and elderly people, and people living in disadvantaged areas.
Last week my supervisor said she had two blind people, who needed training in how to use their laptop and I phone.
she asked me if I’d be interested in doing it since I am blind myself, and could give them first hand experience.
so I jumped at the chance.
Well tomorrow I start the job. One of the girls who just got a new laptop will come to me from 2:30 until 4:30. I am excited. But nervous too.
Will I be a good teacher? Will she like my style?
She already knows me. I know her boyfriend, he teaches at a local centre for the blind near where I live.
Well I hope she’ll enjoy it and get a lot out of what I try to help her with learning.
And hoping I get and gain a lot out of it too.
At least I have patience and don’t mind going over things…that helps, right?