Thinking is something not everyone is good at.
Thinking is something not everyone is good at.
I still have feelings of lust but it is for more of the chocolate variety!
Engine 19 one fateful night
Raced to the site of a fire
The men moved as one
They knew what to do
They knew that lives
Were at stake
Fire has life, it hungers to grow
But heroes stand in its way
They fight with the knowledge
That they must not lose
A child could still
Be in danger
Company 12 lost one of their own
But he still answers the call
The engines are dark
All polished and still
And yet he wanders
The heart of these fighters
Is second to none
Their fear is simply a tool
They race into danger
And battle their foe
Our safety their only prize
Remember the fighters
Men, women and steeds
Over the years that were lost
Some still remain
And wander the earth
They still answer the call.
If life were easy, we would all be young, beautiful and rich! Sigh, it ain’t and neither am I.
Dust will always return so why disturb it?
Now, I love honey. I like it on toast, I make a wonderful bread with it, many desserts use it. It has been around for more than eight thousand years, that we know of. It was used to coat wounds on the battlefield! (Not recently, that I know of) Jars of it have been found in Pharaohs’ tombs and it was still viable! Yep, Honey is popular stuff. But did you know . . .
Many years ago, I was invited to a Chinese New Year dinner. It was in Chinatown and very few people there spoke English. I was lucky enough to be seated beside a woman who did speak English. And it was a fascinating trip through each course. She warned me early on that there would be many courses. And while each offering was delectable, I did pace myself. This kind woman answered all my questions about the food I was eating. I was curious. As one of the few Occidentals at the table I’m sure many of my questions were amusing. And then came the soup course.
It was delicious. Since the waiter had given me this soup using Chinese to identify it, I didn’t have a clue what it was. So, I turned to my dinner companion. She asked if I was enjoying it, to which I replied emphatically: yes! It was at this point that she got an odd look on her face, smiled and said “I’ll tell you later”. Now my nature is one that does not backdown from curiosity. I wanted to know. She explained that if she told me, I would stop eating it. I put my spoon down, thought about it for a moment, took another sip and said no, I want to know. That’s how I found out it was called Bird’s Nest Soup. What does that actually mean you ask? Oh, let me explain…
My companion told me that actual bird’s nests are boiled to extract the saliva that holds the nest together. The effluents, feathers and other detritus are, hopefully, boiled off. What you’re left with is the stock for the soup. I thought about it for a moment. Smiled. Took another mouthful and said: Bird Spit Soup, I like it! I have since watched documentaries on how this particular soup is made and it does look disgusting. I would eat it again in a second!
I don’t know why I starting wondering about honey. But I did read up on it. Honey is basically churned up in the stomach of one bee, vomited into the mouth of another and then deposited on the honeycombs. That is what we collect and put on our toast in the morning. Yum!
But hey, none of that matters. Isn’t it all about taste? And what about that famous coffee from Asia that gains its exotic flavour after having passed through the intestines of a civet cat? And you wonder why I drink tea?
Never fear what you do not know. Know what you need to fear.
On the journey that is life, some people can’t get out of their own potholes.
Language was created because grunting is rude.
I was lost
And so unsure
I felt I was adrift.
What is right
And who is wrong
Choices must be made.
And then He nudged me.
I took a path
I did not know
And wondered at the time.
I heard words
And voices raised
In honour of a man.
I saw a light
Soft and clear
That beckoned in my mind.
It was His light
That I followed
And now the choice is clear.
All because He nudged me.
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