My Special Guest tonight is…

Charlotte Brontë and Life

Born in 1816 in Thornton, England she was a novelist, poet and the eldest of the three sisters. Although she unfortunately experienced the early deaths of her siblings she survived into adulthood and her novels became classics of English literature including of course Jane Eyre.

So why did I chose this one, well I’ve been through some rough times just like Brontë and so many others of you out there. Lately though, I’ve been quite well. ‘Things’ have been okay, with a little holistic persuasion and I hope this has been seen in some of my posts lately. I’m actually content with life at the moment.

“Okay who are you and what have you done with the Mush!” I hear you shout.

Don’t worry, I’m still the grumpy so-and-so you’ve all come to know and love but for now though I’m quite… Happy!

So for your enjoyment from a Happy Chappy:


Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

Chance was to Blame – The Mush from the Hill

Published on FVR as part of the August theme ‘Chance’. This one was inspired by an old black and white movie. Fancy a guess at which one?


Is life mapped out or is the waking day chaotic chance. It was chance saw misfortune fall round about him, a sad state of affairs, changing a life of innocence? A macabre event on fateful evening, chance rolled the dice and he found himself on the losing side of natural.

Mysteries of life hiding from human eyes. Had he known, a pleasant evenings walk to be the demise of his normal life at that very moment when the moon was high? Shining so bright, sensing the malaise afore witness to the savage confrontation. Now the moon weeps over ancient curse.

Chance no longer plays a part, the game has been played, fortune lost. Makes no difference his temperament before said evening. He now lives a life of meticulous change the purest of heart can’t stop. And while the full moon shines, the wolf bane will bloom and the wolfman…

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Simplicity… The Life and Times of an Incense Stick

Tanka [a lot] with the Mush



Sitting I just watch

The incense stick gentle burn

Content in its job

Exudes sweet citrus odour

Makes my mouth simply water


Overtime ash falls

Like birthdays passing each year

As it carries on

Burning steadily through time

Devoted to its purpose


I think how perfect

How simply it does its job

While I reflect on

How this life could be, should be

Simplicity at its best


Sitting, watching while

Life goes on around me and

The stick teaches how

To make the rest of my life

Simply the best of my life


Copyright © JRFC August 2019
Image from Pixabay

Song’s from the Movies

Any Bond fans out there, what about Duran Duran? Well if you’re like me, a bit of a fan of both, you’ll love this. A Bond film, and a good one at that, with a theme written and performed by Duran Duran.

I still remember when this was announced, I was a die hard fan back than and my excitement was some what peaked. Read into that what you will.

Yes Ladies and Gentlemen for your entertainment tonight here is:

A View To A Kill

BondMeeting you with a view to a killDuran
Face to face in secret places, feel the chill

Nightfall covers me, but you know the plans I’m making
Still overseas, could it be the whole Earth opening wide
A sacred why, a mystery gaping inside
A week is why, until we

Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire

The choice for you is the view to a kill
Between the shades assassination standing still

Earth’s crystal tears, the fall of snowflakes on your body
First time in years to drench your skin in lover’s rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame
A chance to die, but can we

Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire

When all we see is the view to a kill


Check out the video here.

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