Poem of the Day – 28.06.2013

The Listeners

“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest’s ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
“Is there anybody there?” he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
‘Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:–
“Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,” he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

– Walter de la Mare

Remember this before you bully!

With a ten year school reunion coming up I’ve started to reflect a bit more about my time in school. From age 12 till about 15 I was bullied quite a lot in school. It was mostly the girls, and that’s how it usually is isn’t it? Girls can be so cruel and especially at that age.

The truth is that if you really think about it you have probably made fun of someone a few times in your life but maybe not to their face.
But before people really do bully there’s a few things they should think about.

Why would you pick on them?

For some odd reason what is different scares the living crap out of some of us. So do you bully because you don’t understand? Or do you bully because no one really understands you?
When you point your finger at someone there are three fingers pointing back at you. Bullying often comes from bad self esteem. They can seem like the most confident people in the world but if they were truly confident with themselves, would they really feel the need to pick on others?
Stop being so afraid of what’s different and try to get to know and understand them instead.

Do you really know them?

What do the ones that bully really know about the ones they are bullying?
The upbringing they’ve had. The people they know or the people they’ve lost. The abuse or neglect. The sad and the hurt. Their dreams and their hopes. Their talents and their interests.
If the bullies took the time to know who they were bullying they might have found out that they weren’t so different after all.

We forgive but we never forget.

To really be bullied is a traumatic experience. The ones it happens to always remember the feeling. Some break down because of it, others learn to grow from it.
The day the bully find out that being a bully wasn’t all that nice might be years too late to get back the most faithful friend they never had.

Can you live with the consequences?

We’ve all read the stories of bullied victims that just don’t see a way out of the mess and the hurt. How someone will react to being bullied is something noone can ever predict and what if it comes down to the worst outcome imaginable.  Could you live with knowing that parts of it was your fault? 

I don’t think the world will ever be free of bullies. That might sound like a horrible thing to write but I just don’t see a realistic plan to get rid of it. I do however think that bullying should have a lot tougher consequences.  The ones who see what’s happening to people that has a hard time with really standing up to the cruelty they are facing need to lend a helping hand. 
Thr bullies might seem strong but the truth is that there are more of us who are against it than the few that really bully.

So know this, I will stand by and watch what happens. I will tell them the words that will hurt more than any bully can throw back.
I will tell them the truth.


Watch out bullies. I’m coming for you!

Poem of the Day – 24.06.2013

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

– Derek Walcott

Poem of the Day – 17.06.2013

A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease,
Would be rational peace–a philosopher’s ease.

There’s indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs;
Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there,
There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

– William Wordsworth

Poem of the Day – 16.06.2013

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

– Mary Elizabeth Frye

Poem of the Day – 13.06.2013


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

– Rudyard Kipling

Sweetie Pie – DIY

Got the cravings for something sweet? Need a quick and easy dessert recipe?

I got this recipe from a colleague of mine and decided to try it out for myself. And after seeing and tasting the success I wanted to share it with you guys. Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera at hand while making this so I won’t be able to do a step by step with pictures this time.

This is what you need to get started:

A casserole dish, some fruit, white chocolate and marshmallows.

Let’s get down to business:

  1. Set your oven to 200°C (390°F)
  2. Find a casserole dish and start out by doing a layer of fruit. I used blueberries and raspberries.
  3. Cut up your white chocolate in small pieces and spread them on top of the fruit.
  4. Finish of with a layer of Marshmallows.
  5. Put the casserole dish in the oven and they’re ready after about 10 minutes (or when the marshmallows are golden on top).
  6. Let it cool off for a couple of minutes and serve it with ice cream 🙂 Nom nom!!


 I hope you enjoyed this and let me know if you make one of your own 🙂



Poem of the Day – 12.06.2013

The Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

– William Blake

Do you need it?

If you’re not happy about your life then change it!

Easy words to say but not always as easy to act out is it?
But the truth is that sometimes we have to change. We have to take a step back and really look at the life that we lead. We have to look at the past and learn from it. Don’t live in it but don’t forget it either. You have to see where you’re heading and really reflect on how you feel about it.
And look at the present and what it’s doing to you. Is it making you smile then you’re probably doing something right. But if the present worries you and wears you out then you to change something in it. Maybe it’s just a little thing or maybe you have to turn it all upside down to really find that happy place.
Remember your dreams and your passions on the process. Don’t ever let them out of sight. Then little by little you will find what you’re looking for. You will fail a few times and you will learn even more about yourself. Remember to laugh and to smile a lot. Hug, kiss and tell everyone you love just how much!
Nothing is ever really hopeless unless you let it be.

I’ve made so many changes the past year and for the first time in years I finally feel like I’m really heading in the right direction. My new job is just what I needed and I’m writing more and more 🙂 we love our new apartment and my son is getting ready to start school this fall. So much is happening right now but I finally feel like I have the extra energy to really pay attention to the little things that easily just pass us by.


I needed to do those changes in my life. What about you?  Anything you want to change?

Poem of the Day – 10.06.2013

O Captain!  My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

-Walt Whitman