Of Inspiration and Expiration.

If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.” ― Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head My system has its cycle of inspiration and expiration right. I inhale oxygen I presume pure and exhale carbondioxide which in turn is inhaled by the trees in... Continue Reading →


Serious Blogging? What do ya think?

#SeriousBlogging Why do you blog? A: Partly to make Butterflies and Wheels more frequently updated and more interactive (as well as that bit more interesting, I hope), but also because I think the world des-perately needs to hear my opinions, and I like to oblige.” ― Ophelia Benson Has blogging reduced to meaningless activity? That’s for you... Continue Reading →

fighting the mundane monster

Inspiration is within “Are you here because of inspiration?” was the graffiti on the pathology desk. Below it was neatly scratched, “No out of expiration, and dad’s perspiration.” That graffiti I always found funny. When we say inspiration we think of artists, writers, thinkers, and their muse.  Of a world that has oppressed so much... Continue Reading →

The Teacher.

A Latin Maxim states grammar speaks, dialects teach us truth; rhetoric gives colouring to our speech; music signs; arithmetic numbers; astronomy teaches us to know the stars -- The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called truth—Dan Rather. Over the years... Continue Reading →

The writer’s Way

What inspired me to be a blogger...?   If I had a dollar every time I am asked this question I would be a millionaire by now in dollars, not after conversion. Yet I am responding to the blog. One evening I had to wait for my daughter, it began raining; the nearest shelter was... Continue Reading →

Da’ Graduate Duh!

Da graduate, duh Me at my alma mater, what a joke, they would probably refuse to acknowledge me. To quote Robert frost I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all... Continue Reading →

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