I started this blog because I thought I had a message, but sometimes it can be hard work, writing something new every day. Some days I put on something I think is really quite good and get little response, other days not so good and a big response.
The prompt today is asking me “ How do you build loyal subscribers? Honest answer I have no idea! I can write, but with tech and social media I have no idea.
You have probably gathered from my previous posts I’m a huge Bob Dylan fan, strange thing is I wouldn’t be doing this, if when I was in hospital with burns, I hadn’t had help from a young male nurse name of Dylan. As it happened that first attempt didn’t quite work out, and I finally got the good ship Meadowhead Bard in the water with help from another friend.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME.

I can write like a child, I can write like an adult, the one thing I don’t want to do is your intelligence insult.
Should I write tales of childhood, tales of later life or do you want to hear of my children and my lovely wife.
Maybe something happy, maybe something sad, I could even tell you of the illnesses I’ve had.
These things are all Ok on the odd occasion, but I’ll tell you something now while I’ve still got your attention. I want you think right now of how wonderful this world could be, if we could ignore the distractions, and teach our eyes to see.
Once we realise the problem all will become quite clear, the wealthy want to own our lives, and rule us all with fear.
Temptation is the other tool the powerful like to use, you can have this you can have that, but what if we refuse? Why should we fight their wars, for their profit and their gain? Once we blunt their tools their power over us will wane.
Put down your book, put down your phone, turn off your tv. Don’t be obsessed with sport just be still and be.
You don’t need all the gadgetry, massive cars and bling, it’s the simpler things in life that make your heart truly sing.
We must regain control before the hour it gets too late, use passive resistance and denial, take control of our own fate.

All words Meadowhead Bard.