Thursday, September 21, 2006

A good Read

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

By William Shakespeare


Please check out the essay by The Fat Lady Sings over at Motherless

She is an insightful writer and deserves our support.

5 comments:

The Fat Lady Sings said...

Thank you, my dear. Tammie over at Soul Gardening pointed me towards Motherless. Tammie's essay on losing her mother is both wonderful and heartbreaking - as are all of the posts.

zingtrial said...

Hi this is ace posting.Will check out the fat lady sings.
Thanks for sharing
Wish you well

beckyboop said...

Hey fellow patriot guard rider. Some people do follow in cars. There are also soldiers angels that make sure all of the guard have water or donuts, and pass out the flags. The angels do a lot of organizing for the events also. Ya don't have to have a bike for that.

I'll check it out the essay.

Have a good one Ms Kelley Bell.

Kelley Bell said...

Thanks for the info. I will go the the Patriot Guard Forum and look for the info. Sadly, I will have a chance to put it into practice quite soon Becky.

Columbus Ohio lost yet another another Marine this week.

Kelley Bell said...

Hi Zing.

Thanks for reading her work and commenting here.

Community is what makes the blogosphere go round!