Christmas is fast approaching, and the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, son of the Living God, who was destined to give His life for the salvation of all mankind. I must ask, Mr Prime Minister, in whose name... Continue Reading →
Lockdown has a lining which started very thin Spinning many yarns from voices far within As we set our minds on moments that futures might define We turn our hearts to sorrow where no one drew the line Deep... Continue Reading →
See my Story Time for the next episode:
“Annie!”
Later King would recall the spray of blood on the wall; watching it trickle; the gun where Annie had dropped it; their son whimpering in the corner.
When we see what is transpiring in the world today, words fail. I wrote this poem in 2009. It expresses something of my heart to those who have lost their loved ones in these recently much darker days. Words for... Continue Reading →
by Penny M When I was a fledgling in need of a pocket money boost, I got myself a summer job for Marks and Spencer (UK). Every day for six weeks, I would catch the train to Newport, on the... Continue Reading →
by Penny Mitchell – Communications that Matter
Broken Telephone is a party game we played in my youth. The purpose is to whisper a message person to person until it is spoken aloud by the last in line. The game makes fun of poor listening and language skills. For it to be effective, the final version of an original sentence should bear some resemblance in structure, but mean something hysterically different.
Invariably the outcome fails to inspire a belly-aching response, because people don’t get the point or follow the rules. Often a smart-alec mucks up the game by inserting a different m
essage or hi-jacking the original completely. Others think the challenge is to speak so that the receiver cannot get the message.
As the self-conscious perfectionist and English lover I was in those days (now less of the former), with sensitive hearing and good diction, I found the game…
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Although written on my Scribbling Scribes Blog, this is all about communication.
The Power of Words
by Penny M
In a world of horrors, created by men with no ‘hearts’, those still blessed with functioning minds cry for those that lost their heads and more to the evil that lurks behind innocent faces. Justice is sought, but there is none; for no man can give it.
Thinkers worship creation. Yet, when the earth swallows human flesh and spews forth fire from the hell hole within, Mother Nature bears no blame. Those who claim ‘there is no God’ still focus their curses on the one who created the ground they walk on and the air they breathe. It wasn’t Mother.
As creation waits to see 
if nuclear warfare will be unleashed in futile attempts to control destinies of nations, man has forgotten the creative power in the sword of the tongue they write with.
Lead with healing words and worlds will follow. Turn…
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