I hope you are having a fantastic day wherever you are. As for me, the Winter chill is starting to set in and as always, I think listening to some good music helps to keep the blues away. Today, I’ve selected some of my favorite artists whose names begin with the letter “P” Since I had quite a few Ps on my list, I’ve had to make a few sacrifices which gives you space to play along with me and add your favorite R&B or Smooth Jazz to the list. When the sun comes down for you, here’s wishing you a relaxing evening and a fine week ahead! You are welcome to get up and dance to the groove at the end by Paul Taylor. Enjoy it Y’all!! 💫💫✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️ ✨✨💫💫
Hello Y’all – it is a very dark Autumn night here in the South and we can feel the Winter breeze creeping in at night. So the music I’ve selected today will be great accompaniment for a tall mug of hot chocolate. Of course, some of you will listen to this later and drink whatever you like. I’m looking at R&B and Smooth Jazz artists whose names begin with the letter “O” today. I clearly have a preference for Oleta Adams and the Ojays and just couldn’t resist bringing in some Otis as well. Please click on the You Tube link if you can’t access any of the songs. I’ve had fun selecting them and hope you’ll enjoy listening. As always, the intention is to calm you down if you’ve had a hectic weekend and get your head straight for the week ahead. Lord knows we need to cool our temperatures these days. Make the best of it Y’all!❤️❤️❤️
Oleta Adams: Get here (live)
Oleta Adams: New York State of Mind
Tears For Fears – Woman in Chains (ft Oleta Adams live)
The Ojays – How time Flies(Soul Train)
Otis Redding: I’ve been loving you
Osteyn Sevag – Norwegian M
He had shone his shoes to a sheen with the residue of polish, excited to be returning to school.
Some of his friends bragged about their holidays.
He quietly still savoured the taste of vegetable soup. It had been a while since he had eaten a decent meal.
He loved school, but it was not only because of what he learnt.
He dreamt about food.
He was the last to climb into the bus.
He was the first to be hauled out amidst those haunting screams.
The bus– barely recognisable on its side, smouldering after the fire.
Twenty lives taken!
The other day I wandered into a local bookstore and was probably one of three customers in the store. Admittedly, it was during the day but that begged the question of how viable bookstores are these days. Just like music stores, our bookstores are shrinking as a consequence of electronic media and every other competition for our attention. Many bloggers are aspiring writers. Do you hope to see your book on a shelf some day?
As I paused at various book collections, I recalled how good it felt as a child, to lose myself in a library surrounded by the musty smell of well read books. I remembered the excitement of walking home with a stash of mysteries and love stories waiting to unfold as I curled up to read them in my favourite space.
In later years, it was the crisp smell and colourful covers of new books that caught my attention. I was also always fascinated by how the right book leapt out at me when I needed to find solutions to a problem. So it was a pleasant excursion for me to wonder through the aisles and allow myself to get caught up in the nostalgia of the great classics and some of my modern favourite authors.
Yes, I did buy some books and yes I am loathe to part with my book collection, but I have made the switch to audiobooks and I read off my kindle much more than I read hard copies. I have bought into instant gratification and the convenience of buying a book with just a click of a button and having the choice of a multitude of books in one place.
Though I’ve tried to inculcate a reading culture in my family, the competition is tough with “Just google it” Is there still place for books on the shelf or will there come a day where bookstores will be no more? I’d love to know your views and experiences of what I perceive to be a losing battle to keep books on the shelf.
After they made love for the third time, he sobbed uncontrollably into her breasts. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stroked his hair.
The first time had been a voracious consummation, driven by years of suppressed feelings.
Remnants of the explosion were tossed, tussled and tangled everywhere. No words, just unapologetic moans and whimpers.
The second time was lingering and exploratory, touching and tingling every sensation as they nibbled those words left unspoken for so long.
Then, their fingers found each other again in veneration and gratitude for this second chance. They swallowed tears of past regret.