Only Fools Rush In

The adage featured for today’s FANDANGO’S FEBRUARY EXPRESSIONS is:

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

Barefoot, Rocks, Careful, Feet, LegsI read a little on the origin of this expression and it’s intended meaning on Wikipedia. It is ascribed to as coming from Alexander Pope back at the start of the eighteenth century. I guess the driving force behind is that the inexperienced often rush into situations that those who are wiser and more experienced are cautious over. Often the result would be harmful.

I have another post in my drafts folder, which was my original response to seeing Fandango’s adage today. In that other post, I extol the wisdom of exercising prudence and caution. Holding back to allow time to reveal a more rounded out picture, rather than diving in to a situation before we understand it.

However…I have been working on some posts for Bee’s Love Is In Da Blog Music Festival, and I came across one that reminded me that I hastily rushed into a relationship with Goldfinch and ended up with more happiness and wonderful than I could ever have anticipated.

Now I preface this by pointing out that there are a lot of scary people out there. So although, generally I will agree, it is better to take your time like a wise person, rather than rushing like a fool…I confess that I have no regrets about my foolishness when it came to Goldfinch! I did not hesitate for a moment when I met him! I rushed into his arms and found something very precious there.

That other post of mine, it is an excellent post, full of logic and wisdom. But the memory of staying over in Goldfinch’s man-cave for the first time, laying in his arms while he played this song, has made me change my mind completely.

After the night I was attacked, I was scared of everything for a while. But meeting Goldfinch became a turning point for me. I abandoned fear and caution. I rushed towards the happiness. He did not let me down. I know it could have turned out very differently, but I am relieved to say, Goldfinch ended up the best of all my impulsive foolish decisions!

My only regret…he happens to be from the opposite side of the planet. Still…I am glad I did not waste a moment!


This was my response to today’s FANDANGO’S FEBRUARY EXPRESSIONS


Shades And Shards Of Vengeance

I found Teresa’s writing prompt for today intriguing. It gave me a little idea to develop a post I started last year and has been sitting in my drafts folder waiting for me to give it attention.

For today’s prompt, use the image above of a pottery shard and tell it’s story. Where was it made? Who made it? What was it used for? How or Why did it break? How you use the pottery shard is up to you. Let your mind wander and see where it leads.

I am used to visiting museums and historic sites. The post I wanted to work on was about some artifacts on display when I visited The Roman Baths in the beautiful city of Bath.

As Professor O’Keeffe gently brushed away the dusty sand that held the pottery shard in place, her eyes focused on the small marks on the inside. As the earth that had hidden the shard for centuries finally gave way, she was finally able to gradually release the artifact and transfer it to the collection tray.

Hours later, one of her research team called Professor O’Keeffe to examine the reverse side of the shard.

Curtis declared to Professor O’Keeffe, “It’s another prayer for vengeance. This one is horrible!”

Professor O’Keeffe and archaeology team were working on previously undisturbed parts of the world famous Roman Baths which were painstakingly being excavated before they were due to be opened up for public exhibition.

Amongst the fascinating discoveries made were the many shards of pottery and clay that contained prayers that an enemy be cursed. There were already numerous such requests for the gods to exercise vengeance on display in the Roman Baths Museum. One worshipper named Docimedis, who had attended the temple at the site back in Roman times, had complained about the theft of his pair of gloves. He had wished for the thief to lose his mind and his eyes.


But archaeologists had unearthed ever more shards inscribed with pleas for revenge.

“What does this one say?” asked Professor O’Keeffe.

plunge pool (2)Curtis screwed his eyes as he focused in on the carvings in the pottery shard, “It seems to be referring to one of the plunge pools here at the Roman Baths. Whoever wanted revenge asks that the water temperature become so hot that the man who stole his wife be boiled to death.”

Professor O’Keeffe pulled her face, “That’s really macabre, isn’t it? It’s no wonder that the worship here disappeared long ago. Imagine all these worshippers coming along with hearts full of hatred, praying that their enemies be cursed in all sorts of sadistic manners. You can’t imagine this was having a healthy effect on people.”

Curtis pondered over the many shades of vengeance he had seen inscribed in clay. “I guess seeking revenge is one of the more sinister aspects of human thought. People can feel so justified and righteous in their desire to see their enemy suffer that they walk straight into a place of worship and permanently record their rage and the desire for vengeance.”

Roman Bath, Relief, Bath In EnglandProfessor O’Keefe nodded, “That’s why we’re here Curtis. In exhibiting lessons from the past, we hope that mankind will not repeat the same mistakes that humans have made throughout history. The record of humans seeking revenge is a brutal one, a quest that has never brought about true justice. Just more and more suffering and bloodshed. Some of the bloodiest wars were fought by those who believed a god was on their side. “



Deep Down In His Soul

Musician, Music, Singer, Guitar, HandlesBee, the creator of The Bee Writes…, is hosting a music festival, which I have to say, is pretty darn tootin cool! Don’t you think! By the looks of things her themes for this month long festival are going to rival Glastonbury!

Today’s theme is:

Soul songs about love

This is Bee’s post for today’s LOVE IS IN DA BLOG Music Festival, where you can find a line up of songs from other blogger’s on today’s theme:

Check out Bee’s post below for a list of the themes (a lot of love going on as you can see!) in the post below:

When I first heard this song as a child, I was totally mesmerized. I just thought it was so wonderful. I wanted to believe every word! I really did. I think this qualifies as soul. Is it Percy Sledge’s voice that makes it sound so dramatic and impassioned? I love this song! I hope you do too!

Babe, I’m Back Again

cuteYayy!!! We are celebrating all things cute and sweet today. Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: BABE/CUTIE/DOLL/HONEY/SWEETIE

The song I have chosen today you is a song that I loved way back in the day! When I was a young lass. I was a very late convert to liking the extremely popular boy band Take That. But I believe it was when I watch the video to their track “Pray” and saw the boys rather scantily clad that puberty kicked in and my hormones turned me into an enthusiastic fan.

ttI guess it’s a fairly normal part of a teenager’s life to fall in love with one particular member of a boy band. My crush was on Mark Owen. (He is the one on the right of the picture.) So I was very excited when Mark Owen was providing the main vocals (normally it was Robbie or Gary) on one of their tracks.

Even more exciting was the video. It seems to tell the story of Mark Owen coming back from war to find his beloved. But if you skip to 3:20 in the video, you will discover another surprise waiting for him.

As I young girl, I cried tears every time I heard this song. Like most Take That songs, it was played a lot on the radio. Aaaah, hearing this song brings back lots of memories! I have not written much about Jammy, my first boyfriend. But he looked like Mark Owen.

I come to your door to see you again,
But where you once stood was an old man instead
I asked where you’d be, he said “she’s moved, on you see
All I have is a number you’d better ask her not me”
So I picked up the phone and dialled your number
Not sure to put it down or speak
Then I voice I once knew answered in a sweet voice
She said hello then paused before I began to speakBabe I’m here again, I tell you I’m here again
Where have you been?
Babe, I’m back again, I tell you I’m back again
Where have you been?You held your voice well, there were tears I could tell
But where were you now? Was you gonna tell me in time?
Just give me a town and I’ll be straight down
Got so much to tell you about where I have been
As I walk down your road, can’t wait to be near you
Can’t keep the feeling in inside
As I stand at your door you answered in a sweet voice
You said hello then pause before I begin to speak

Babe I’m here again, I tell you I’m here again
Where have you been?
Babe, I’m back again, I tell you I’m back again
Where have you been?

Just as I looked away, I saw a face behind you
A little boy stood at your door
And as I looked again I saw his face was shining
He had my eyes, he had my smile

Babe I’m here again, I tell you I’m here again
Where have you been?
Babe, I’m back again, I tell you I’m back again
Where have you been?

Written By: Gary Barlow