The moment I see
a thousand snowdrops waving
to a snowflake sky
I will always act in what I consider to be your best interest
I will keep my promises to you
I will respect confidences you place in me
I will speak positively about you to others
I will strive not to embarrass you in public
I will alert you or seek your permission before publishing something about you
I’ll go on promising until the day after I die.
I promise I’ll be without promise from that day on.
You see I was once promising:
I had a promising future my mother said
This is where I’ll put a short personal introduction
– which my daughter Grace might like to read in 20 years.
What should I say?
On Periscope (bio):
I scope very often. Engage with humans. Playful, Poet, Storyteller, Friendly, Foodie, Gentle, Generous – Podcaster – Copywriter – http://www.paulhomahony.com
On Twitter (bio)
Business storytelling consultant – Podcaster – Poet – Servant – On @Periscopeco – Foodie – naturally ambitious + love to share my contacts.
This is a “Guest Post”. I simply found it & decided to share it here because I found the controversy educating me. (That doesn’t mean I agree with views expressed by the author.)
I didn’t seek permission to re-publish. Trust “song of the lark” owner won’t object.
Lots of people have hobbies like knitting, jogging, or stamp collecting. Because I am the nerdiest nerd to ever nerd, the closest thing I have to a hobby is learning about the history of women in music. It’s a topic that doesn’t get as much press as the old chestnuts like “classical music is dying” or “Stradivari’s secret […]
we met thanks to people on Periscope – the live streaming App.
Scott was sitting on Dublin grass in the Phoenix Park. Drawing the obelix from Egypt that celebrates the military victories of Wellington.
I kept my eye on him. Every mark he made on paper – every single line. He was too good to ignore, too attractive.
Scott shuffled himself comfortable under the shade of a tree that might have been planted specially for him.
I heard him offer his drawing to anyone who wanted it. Anyone tuned in live to his “scope”.
The polite thing would have been to wait.
I said to myself in Cork:
“Me me me – I want that drawing – it’ll never happen again, boy”
So I whispered – in my loudest internet voice
“I’ll have it please. May I have it?”
The rest is history…
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