We at JAM love a stat, so having just discovered that the Mayan calendar indicates the world will end on 21st December 2012, we want to know where you’d like to be when the world ends.
Fingers crossed we’re all still here come the 22nd December but for a bit of fun, would you mind sparing 2 short minutes to answer just 6 questions? Click here to tell us where you’d like to be.
It wouldn’t be National Poetry Day if we didn’t share a poem with you, and seeing as I’m the one in charge of the blog – I guess it’s my favourite that makes the cut.
A wonderful English teacher by the name of Leona McCullough shared this with a class many moons ago now. Not only is it an amazeballs wee poem by fellow Irishman W.B. Yeats, it reminds me so much of the teenage girls we once were – namely our penchant for romantic and dreamy notions, captured in many letters, drafted to each other when we should have been learning about osmosis.
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread these cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
We may have noticeably better highlights these days, drive our own cars and pay our own bills**, but deep down we’re still the same teenage girls, with romantic and dreamy notions aplenty.
**FYI may have stolen this phrase from Destiny’s Child, Independent Women
