12 thoughts on “Today Is The First Day

  1. Thank you so very much Beth,

    After I next meet Mermet, which will be whenever, always her call, I shall return to share the warmth of her laughter and the bloom of her sincere smile of thanks. I hope to tempt also her with tea to pen more prose. Mermet prose. Sounds good, right?

    Mermet will adore the comments written here, so prepare for loving thanks! thank you everyone. Thank you Beth, always grateful.

    Namaste 🙂

    DN (Raven’s 12)

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  2. Hey Beth,

    Thank you so much for chance and space to offer a little detail in support of Gallybloggers and the role of Raven’s 12.

    Gallybloggers is a new Blosite seeking to publish poetry written by Homeless people living on the streets of Wales. We are a merry band of caring souls who become friends offering a smile and a cup of tea (or pocket change) to the homeless in return for one poem. The poem will then published online at Gallybloggers alongside poems written by other Scarecrows we befriend. We ask for nothing more than a moment of time to share their company, offer a pen and paper, and enjoy a little conversation. A thermos of tea or coffee usually helps break the ice but warmth in a smile works better.

    We are making friends slowly carefully. Ours is a trust to be earned by individuals within their community. We are respectful of their privacy.

    This the link to Gallybloggers. https://bwbachandtheraven.wordpress.com/

    Three poems are published so far. The Homeless gentleman inspiring the Blog is called Jason and is one of 12 Ravens. Each Raven is a Homeless person writing under their street name, their Scarecrow’s name. Jason he writes poems and encourages others to write. Words from the heart needing to be published, aired, read, and re-read. Jason had no internet access and so I offered to publish the poems for them. My association is by way of collection and publication. Raven’s 12 now have a louder voice to speak with than the one never heard in a world unwilling to hear their whisper. I admire Jason for his depth of resolve, his tenacity, his strength his determination. But most of all, I respect him for Scarecrow ways. He is a wise and knowing man with sway.

    The reward for my participation with Raven’s 12 is a beautiful experience. I have opportunity to contact, engage with and befriend the Homeless, and with honest intention, willing kindness and genuine desire to help, find immense pleasure in seeing their smile.

    Raven’s 12 hope the Blog will expand organically as trust grows amongst the community. Jason dreams of a Blog waxing lyrically with a voice written with soul by soulful soles walking. I’m certain he’ll have his way, rapscallion that he is.

    Raven’s 12 also encourage other bloggers to publish for the Homeless in a similar way. In time with trust and effort, care and honest intention, with whispered words and voices travelling city streets seeking poets, Raven’s 12 and all other sites will be successful in bringing people together at the heart of their communities. If anyone would like to participate but is restricted for time, Raven’s 12 will be happy to publish. Email poem, geographical location/city/town, and name of Scarecrow to:

    dewin.nefol@gmail.com

    Thank you one and all. I hope you enjoy participating as I am.

    Beth, thank you once again for generous support. Your encouragement is most welcome.

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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      • Hey Beth,

        Sincerely thank you so much. I am certain your kindness has helped. WordPress reaches so far and wide across the globe connecting people from all walks of life within a wordy web of hearts, minds, and feathered quills.

        Gallybloggers offers a platform for soulful words from homeless soles. I find their poems deeply moving, both inspiring and spiralling, traumatic and humbling. Their inner strength, their light, their fire is always so intense beneath layers of coats and fragility. Their loving Spirit leaves me drunk.

        Raven’s 12 hopes Gallybloggers will inspire others to reach into the heart of their community and return with poems to publish, memories to share, smiles to remember and new friendships made.

        Scarecrows One And All!

        Thank you.

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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  3. Hey Beth,

    Did I make reasonable time across the puddle? I flew swift and true to be here with a tail wind most of the way. The other eleven Ravens are flown, not home, but elsewhere or so I am told harvesting poems and short stories. I am therefore representative of Raven’s 12.

    How are you?

    Thank you for your hospitality Beth, your friendship and support. For giving Mermet opportunity to have a presence in the world beyond her immediate expectation or reach. When she hears reads her private words aren’t private anymore, that she was pressed in the UK impressed in America, she will rock tent city ragged 🙂

    Mermet chuckles and giggles relentlessly endlessly wonderfully. Her intelligent wit is her signature, the flourish she uses when presenting herself through a long period of life. Her humour is infectious, her laugh takes you higher her stories further still. Her laughter would amuse one and all. Mermet’s is a humour worn easily and naturally with sass and good grace. Her smile is not permanent but hides in haze each day and night in sad eyes else in paper-thin lungs. She hides a lot behind her pained eyes. Soft blue eyes. Twinkling mischievously her view of life is always one outwardly confronting the world with a smile, a joke, a jibe, a melody, and uncertainty. The tools of a merry clown she bares so well.

    She teased my eyes to tearing telling her life story and other brief tales. Some stories burnt me and hurt me with their unpleasantness and violence. Other tales warmed our shared smiles and brought us ever closer to trust and connection. A sense of knowing. Her inner fire will never die of course. Mermet is born a wild cat and remains so I think…a wild cat always living as a kitten. She is wise to everlasting and the power of Spirit. Her mysteries and tragedies are born from forbidden fruit.

    I thought Mermet was wonderful company to be with. A Scarecrow with a wild wilful stare and scare to match. She hugged me as we arose from the floor. I giggled unexpectedly quite impulsively and happily like a chirping Wagtail on a pledge.

    She left quickly thereafter with a friend, a large gentleman with a swift tattoo on his hand wearing three coats maybe four. I hope he took care of Mermet. At least kept her warm for another night at least.

    Her words linger on both sides of the small puddle forever. She’ll love that!

    Thank you so much.

    Namaste 🙂

    DN (Raven’s 12)

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      • Thank you so very much Beth,

        After I next meet Mermet, which will be whenever, always her call, I shall return to share the warmth of her laughter and the bloom of her sincere smile of thanks. I hope to tempt also her with tea to pen more prose. Mermet prose. Sounds good, right?

        Mermet will adore the comments written here, so prepare for loving thanks! thank you everyone. Thank you Beth, always grateful.

        Namaste 🙂

        DN (Raven’s 12)

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