Posted in Work

Free Range: Doesn’t just have to apply to Animals!

Rest assured, this post is not about Farming or how to best keep your chickens, however the whole notion around Free Range sparked an idea while I was at work.  For a quick definition, Free Range refers to animals that have been allowed to roam free, instead of being contained within a restricted area, thus impacting on their state of mind and welfare.  You can normally spot the various Free Range logo’s on your food items, in turn making you feel happier that the animal was allowed to walk around freely, ponder, think creatively before becoming an item on your plate (I am not a veggie in case you were wondering).  Well I was thinking, maybe we should include a similar logo within our signatures…why you ask? Continue reading “Free Range: Doesn’t just have to apply to Animals!”

Posted in Faith

312 years on…Happy Vaisakhi

Today I would like to congratulate Sikhs around the world for Vaisakhi and also extend my humble good wishes to the rest of  humanity.

There are lots of articles on the web about Vaisakhi, however, for me, it represents a significant change in the Sikh religion. The events of 1699 resulted in the creation of identity, a willingness to stand up for yourself, to battle against oppression and tyranny, make hawks from sheep.  312 years on, I, together with so many, still carry the identity given to us, for they are gifts for life.

All around the world, Sikh communities celebrate Vaisakhi by hosting a parade and one of the great things about this is the joining in of other faiths, it really is fantastic. Our parade runs this weekend and I hope to capture some nice pictures for you all to see.  Joy, colour, harmony, charity, togetherness are just some of the themes of such events and hope to bring this through in my pictures.

“Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ke Fateh!” (Khalsa belongs to God, let victory be to God).

Posted in Images and Stories, Short stories

My Pics with Crazy Thoughts – Bubblegum Immigrant

Day 2 of my pics with associated crazy stories……..

The village of “Leaves” is a small tight-nit community where everyone knows just about everyone.  Clustered within a small area, they pride themselves on helping each other and maintaining their identity.  In the past 100 years not a single “outsider” has knocked on their door, passed through their roads, smelt the fresh green air or set foot on the sometimes murky banks.  But, that is all about to change.

One morning, there appeared the “Bubblegum Immigrant”.  Looking for somewhere remote, it stumbles upon this small community, of people who it thinks will welcome a quite different face.  Suddenly, the mood of the village changes, a stranger in town.  Although the Bubblegum Immigrant manages to find a roof, it is the talk of the town, subject of much discussion.  Worried faces look on, afraid of what they not know, or maybe what they don’t understand and neither want to.  Not ready to accept, to embrace, to learn, to love or celebrate.   Grey always wants to remain grey, with no inspiration to merge itself with colours of a different nature.  Must not change, we must enforce, merge the minority, transform it.

Not matter how hard the Bubblegum Immigrant tried, it could not practice its faith, its culture, could not be free, in the end, it had to change, to kneel to the dominant force.  It’s death was swift, leave your history, accept without question and you may survive, but you will never strive.

*Images taken in the front garden

Posted in Random Posting

Is paying your spouse or partner compliments on Facebook normal?

Appreciate there are numerous articles written about Facebook (some good, some bad) and even though I cut loose many moons ago, I still think that if used and not abused, it’s a very useful tool, as it recently proved with finding the missing teenager Serena Beakhurst, but is there room for FB complimenting?  Continue reading “Is paying your spouse or partner compliments on Facebook normal?”

Posted in Family

Letting Go – The Father of the Bride

I recently attended a wedding, close family friend whose daughter was getting married.  Having spent 4 days visiting the wedding house and the lead up to the big day, I observed for the first time the emotions involved, those small moments of fear and happiness… when I got home after the wedding, I sat down and started writing about all those things I saw over the past few days…..not having a daughter, I guess I’ll never know the exact feeling….

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