Seven quotes for seven days

Outstanding quotes for the weeks - these words always bring a smile to my face:

"Life is painless for the brainless"

A line from the song "Dancing through Life" from Wicked the music

"Don't worry that you'll take the shot & you'll miss. The fact is you'll miss every shot you don't take." Anon.

"anyone who lives within their means, suffers from a serious lack of imagination." Oscar Wilde

"If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of hand." Tony Cresswell

"Whatever you dream you can do begin in. Boldness has genius, power & magic in it. Begin it now." Goethe

"When I'm old I'm never going to say "I didn't do this" or "I regret that." I'm going to say, "I don't regret a damn thing. I came, I went, and did it all." Kim Basinger

"Break the Monotony. Do something strange and Extravagant." Emerson

Feel free to add your own.

Too long between posts

I think the title says it all - it has been too long between posts and it is about time I became more dedicated to keeping up with the things I love. June is always my favourite month of the year as it is when I celebrate my birthday, and despite the fact that June always makes me a year older, I also feel reinvigorated by its arrival. Over the last week, I would say that I have been reconnecting with some of the classic stories from childhood; a trip to London last week allowed me to see the fantastic musical "Wicked" and then on Thursday, we saw a production of "Peter Pan" in Edinburgh. Both magical and amazing. I think it is easy to forget what inspired you when you were young and it is easy to dismiss childhood dreams. I am starting to reorganise my office today (I am meant to be writing a critic analysis of a web site for a job interview on Tuesday, but I am easily distracted today) and so I thought I would share with you this poem, which I wrote about 16 years old and it won me a book from Lady Strathmore of Glamis Castle.

Pooh Sticks

Everyone knows and has played

The game Winnie-the-Pooh Started

We hurry to watch our Pooh Sticks

But what happens when they are out of sight?

Little sticks on the water

Thrown away by its owner

Into a life

Of the unknown

Some sticks are stuck very soon

After becoming free

Too scare to travel too far

But too scared to turn back.

Some sticks float forever

Sometimes calling at stops

But never is the stop permanent

Because they enjoy the journeys of the river

Some sticks are picked up

And become a vital part of a family

A cosy member of a house

Needed to make it complete

Some sticks fall from security,

Jumped, pushed or misguided

Lost forever from the next

Cautious for the next time.

We all have our pooh sticks

Which we lose touch of

And even if we had refused to play

The sticks would root in our hands.

Pooh Sticks have to be played in life

Each stick has to journey alone down the stream

Only one day we will see our pooh sticks again

And truly understand the beauty of the game.