Updates – Week One at the Gym…and Marsha

Last week I wrote about getting myself out more and joining the gym. I also talked about my new friend, Marsha, who lives in my building.

Well, week one has passed and as I write this, I am sore! Oye! Last Monday was my first day at the gym. I used the treadmill and then did half an hour with weight machines. This should not have been a problem had I been going to my own building’s gym three times a week like I had done -B.C. – before Covid. Last year, I’d have so say the most exercise I had was packing and moving. I walked miles while in Mexico, but let’s face it, besides carrying my heavy carryon bag through airports, I hadn’t done anything with weights. My body reminded how much I was out of shape. The next day was painful, so I took off two days and went back for more on Thursday. Friday I wasn’t nearly as sore, until I went to my first Yoga class on Saturday. Ouch!

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

I took Yoga classes years ago, and for many years I did Pilates at home, again, until the Covid hit and my husband became unwell. That’s when I threw self-care out the window. Time passing without proper exerise and a couple of years more of aging had me struggling in that class, but I did it! Did I hold all the poses for the whole time? Of course not. Did I shake and have to restart several poses while on one foot? Of course I did. I also found myself having to modify some poses using ‘beginner’ mode, even though I thought I was an old pro. Did my whole body ache the next day? Of course it did! But I am glad I did it and have every intention of going back to next Saturday’s class. I also intend to give a Zumba class a try later this week, ambitious I know! But socially, I haven’t met anyone yet, other than the sweet young girls who work at the club. I seem to have developed a rapport with a few of those girls, and they make me feel welcome every time I come in to the gym. It’s a start.

Back on the Marsha front. I hadn’t seen her all week until we went out for a coffee for a few hours this past Sunday. We had also spoken on the phone a few times this past week. She keeps herself very busy going to her gym/club where she is involved in activities daily. She goes five days a week in the morning and doesn’t return till 5pm. Disciplined girl, but as she told me, she has to get out and keep busy or she’ll go mad with boredom. She doesn’t use a computer, so naturally, she couldn’t fill her days online, which reminds how grateful I am for having a whole other world of online life that keeps my sanity – most days.

I feel like Marsha is one of those people I’ve written about before – people we meet for seasons and reasons. Marsha is a pretty, stylish woman with barely a wrinkle. She has a fun personality, and during our long conversations – talking about our younger days, and our ‘crazy’ mothers, just another thing in common, and we discovered that we are related through marriage. Her father divorced her mother and married my mother’s first cousin. What are the odds? But I had never heard of Marsha before. Perhaps because she is quite a bit older than me. That was the shocker. As I stated in my earlier post upon meeting Marsha, I took her for her early 70s, a good decade older than me, but when I asked her point blank how old she was, she was hesitant on admitting her true age of 81. What??? No way, I said. I always considered myself a great age guesser, this wild woman threw me right off kilter. I knew I had a lot to learn from Marsha.

We talked a lot about love and marriage and our husbands. Her first husband was the love of her life and like me, Marsha had a shocking diagnosis of her husband while in her mid-sixties, her husband developed severe headaches and was given the death edict with a brain tumor. Her life as she knew it took a 180 just as mine did. The caretaking, the love, the anticipatory grief and then the lifelong grief is a bond we have in common. I couldn’t help but ask her how she went on after that, and how did she manage to wed a second time?

Marsha clarified, she never married the second one. She met him, he persisted on going out together, she caved a few months later and started dating him. Circumstances and loneliness combined had her moving in with him, and admitting, that they had a good life for nine years until he too passed away, but she never stopped loving her first husband.

How do you do that? I asked Marsha. ‘It just kind of fell into place organically,’ she responded. He wanted to marry her but she declined. She told me when her time is up, she will be buried with her first husband. No doubt, as whatever happens in my future, anyone else who may enter my life could only ever hold second place.

I enjoy talking with Marsha because she’s funny, she’s down to earth, and I believe I have something to learn from her. My inquisitive mind is always willing to learn, and Marsha has definitely worn the shoes of life – and death. With aging comes wisdom. I know I can look back on my own life and see the errors of my ways and also recognize how far I’ve come mentally and emotionally since my younger days. Surely, someone who has twenty years on me has something more to teach me from her own years of experience.

Connections open doors for us to new paths. We may not always know where those doors will lead, but one thing I know for sure, opportunities and meeting people only happen when we open a path – they don’t come banging on our doors. We first have to open the door and take a step out of our usual routines to allow the universe to let us see what and who are out there to enrich our lives.

©DGKaye2022

Halloween Musings – Photos, Friends and Silliness

Time to share a few photos and friends here for some Halloween Musings. Let me preface this post by saying that as usual, my techie world still doesn’t wish to comply with my needs. Hence, some of the video clips may not surface for a long time. I spent two hours making a guess mess of the one clip I did try to edit – too bad I couldn’t edit the gum right out of my mouth too. LOL. So please excuse my amateur camera work, confirming I should just stick to writing.

 

Our first girl get-together earlier last week with our ‘gang of girls’, took place at Sanja’s niece’s home downtown in the city. As always, it was like years never passed, and a good forty of them we’ve all been friends. This picture below shows how we all look – pre our Halloween costumes on the weekend.

 

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From the top left: Anna, Marg, Me, bottom left: Sanja, Al, Kokie

 

 

A rare sighting, I snapped up this photo fast of my two besties together, Anna and Sanja

 

My two besties

 

 

It was Halloween weekend and with my bestie Sanja in town from the UK, she wanted to have a Halloween party up at her sister Kokie’s house in our great white north – cottage country where she lives.

Alyson and Marg picked me up as we headed the journey up north with our many bags – food, costumes and libations. We had many a laugh as the day into night progressed. Marg dressed as an old woman in a housedress and a wig that came complete with a babushka kerchief and glasses that looked like something that ‘Flo’ from the old TV show, Alice, would wear. Pre-party, Marg demonstrated her Halloween look and insisted each of us try on her get up. I tried to refuse, but there’s no such thing as refusing around this gang.

 

Margaret's headgear

Margaret’s head garb

 

Sanja in Marg's wig

Sanja looking full on Flo

 

Alyson

Alyson looking hilarious

 

DG Kaye in wig

Yup, here I am as I couldn’t escape the clutches of Marg

 

And for good measure, there’s a side profile look too

Halloween me

 

Me asa some kind of She Devil

My She Devil costume

 

Sanja and Marg

Sanja and Marg acting like their normal selves

 

Kokie's turn

Kokie’s turn

 

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Me, San, Kokie, Al

 

We danced, we ate, we drank, we laughed. And we sang. In between the good music – courtesy of Spotify, Kokie’s friend Patrick played guitar and we had some hilarious sing-a-longs. As I was busy flitting around I caught quite a few music interlude snippets on video and wanted to share them here, unfortunately, my techie madness continues and somehow my laptop wants nothing to do with downloading videos from my phone. Below is a feeble attempt at a video I tried to edit (not well), and this is what I got:

 

Please know there was alcohol involved in this performance 😁🤣😍🎃💄

 

 

Apparently, I lost the dance Marg and I were doing and some off-tune singing, so clearly, video editing is not my thing.

 

It was a fun weekend with just a dozen of us eating, dancing, singing, ping ponging, and most of all, laughing up in our Canadian great white north which isn’t yet white, but based on the temps outside now and my wearing furry socks and lounge wear indoors, I’d say the’ white stuff’ is soon on its way.

 

©DGKaye2021

 

 

Sunday Book Review – Little Tea by Claire Fullerton

My Sunday Book Review is for Claire Fullerton’s Little Tea. Claire writes fine southern fiction with stellar prose that takes us right into the south alongside her. Three best friends reunite twenty some years later to catch up on their lives through reminiscing the past.

 

 

 

Blurb:

Southern Culture … Old Friendships … Family Tragedy

One phone call from Renny to come home and “see about” the capricious Ava and Celia Wakefield decides to overlook her distressful past in the name of friendship.

For three reflective days at Renny’s lake house in Heber Springs, Arkansas, the three childhood friends reunite and examine life, love, marriage, and the ties that bind, even though Celia’s personal story has yet to be healed. When the past arrives at the lake house door in the form of her old boyfriend, Celia must revisit the life she’d tried to outrun.

As her idyllic coming of age alongside her best friend, Little Tea, on her family’s ancestral grounds in bucolic Como, Mississippi unfolds, Celia realizes there is no better place to accept her own story than in this circle of friends who have remained beside her throughout the years. Theirs is a friendship that can talk any life sorrow into a comic tragedy, and now that the racial divide in the Deep South has evolved, Celia wonders if friendship can triumph over history.

 

My 5 Star Review:

A tale that encompasses several topics of life – family, friendship, racism, mental health, and tragedy. Southern fiction at its best. We’re introduced to the triangular friendship between Celia, Renny and Ava, friends from childhood, in a reunion visit up to Renny’s lakehouse where the girls recant stories, memories, and unresolved issues from their pasts, introducing the many characters who played parts in their lives.

Celia managed to leave the deep south and is happily married now living in California, but the girlfriend reunion brings up some painful memories that Celia Wakefield finds herself now having to put closure on, including her ex-fiance Tate whose deep south family wasn’t too accepting of Celia’s close friendship with ‘black people’, – mainly her oldest best friend Little Tea and her family. And once tragedy struck within the plantation, a silent slithering away of Tate occurred.

The story goes back and forth through time – current day at Renny’s lake house in Arkansas where the reunion takes place and back in the 1980s when they were younger girls where we’re taken into Celia’s younger life with her family living in Mississippi on their cotton plantation and the black hired help living on that land in a cottage, becoming closer than most with their white bosses in the still divided south. Thelonius and Elvita and their daughter Little Tea who becomes Celia’s best friend, and ultimately, the love interest of Celia’s brother Hayward – still in a dangerous time for mixed races to show themselves publicly, but accepted within the family – except for Celia’s eldest brother John who comes off racist.

In this story, the past comes back to haunt as it does in real life. Celia must find closure, Ava must choose her happiness between two men, and Renny is the host where everyone meets up at her place to mull over their pasts and solidfy their futures. Renny is the group organizer. And nobody knows the deep dark secrets better than the three girls.

Some wonderful prose to quote from this book. Here are just two:

Little Tea and Celia discussing Tea’s plans after graduating high school: “I know times have changed for people of color, but there’s a residue that’ll stick around forever.”

Celia talking to her brother Hayward about their grandmother’s racism, trying to figure why as someone who came from poverty and now riches, why she didn’t have compassion: “People attack what they fear.” “People always have to have something to look down on.”

 

©DGKaye2020

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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – D. G. Kaye Explores the Realms of Relationships – Friendships Keeping them Healthy | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

I’m thrilled to be back at Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine with my latest edition of my new column – The Realms of Relationships. In this edition, I’m talking about how to keep friendships healthy, and when it just may be time to say good-bye.

 

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – D. G. Kaye Explores the Realms of Relationships – Friendships Keeping them Healthy

 

Never speak ill

 

 

 

Friendships are the most sacred things we can have. Nobody knows us better than our closest friends – sometimes even better than family. And why is that? Because often, most people aren’t comfortable sharing their problems with families for various reasons.

Children may not wish to tell their parents some things because they may fear they’ll get in trouble for something they did or perhaps they’re embarrassed, or maybe even their secret is about a friend they don’t wish to get in trouble. In adulthood reasons may differ, such as: not wanting family to know they’ve failed at something, got in trouble somewhere, etc. But friends, friends are the ones we choose to share with what’s deep in our souls. Friends are the ones we chose to be friends with us because they accept us – broken fences and all, scars and all. They love us unconditionally. Friends support us through our ups and downs in life. We feel much freer to unburden our souls with friends sometimes more than with family.

Friends don’t judge us. Friends hug us when we need it, and friends understand us – sometimes even without words.

Friends are the family we choose. Friends are the ones we share our deepest, darkest thoughts with, our dreams and ambitions, problems and victories. If a friendship is true, there’s an unspoken respect – a code so to speak.

 

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My Story

Even though I have gone through a ‘break-up’ of sorts with one of my two long-time best friends of 35 years, I still think about her. How could one not? Severing a long-time friendship is like a divorce. You miss the kinship and the support and the good times, and the loss of a good friend can break your heart. But, as I wrote in my first edition of this series, if we’ve exhausted all avenues of trying to mend a fence, maybe it’s time to part ways. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t honor the past, honor what we once had and shared, honor deep dark secrets not to be turned into ammunition to smear that person. . . Please visit the entire post over at Sally’s blog.

 

Source: Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – D. G. Kaye Explores the Realms of Relationships – Friendships Keeping them Healthy | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Guest Author Feature – Sally Cronin on #Friendship and a Sneak Peak of her Upcoming Book

Featured author of the week

 

I am thrilled to have back over here, Sally Cronin of the wonderful Smorgasbord Invitation. Sally is one of the busiest bloggers and authors I know, and that is saying a lot because as writers, we are always busy juggling many things at once. But Sally runs her always informative and entertaining blog where she features her short stories, her health articles, her bookstore and cafe where she features the works of other authors, a Blog Magazine Column on several topics where a few authors, including myself, write for once a month, as well as many articles to make us smile. As though her blog wasn’t enough to keep her busy, she is also the author of  almost 12 books!

 

Today Sally is sharing her thoughts with us on friendships and how our connections with friends has changed through the years, and especially with the advancement of digital connections. Sally has also included a generous sneak peak of her upcoming book – Tales from the Irish Garden – to be released in September. I’m honored to be able to share an excerpt of that upcoming book for the first time, right here on this post!

 

Sally Cronin

About Sally Cronin:

I have lived a fairly nomadic existence living in eight countries including the Sri Lanka, South Africa and USA before settling back here in Ireland. My work, and a desire to see some of the most beautiful parts of the world in the last forty years, has taken me to many more incredible destinations around Europe and Canada, and across the oceans to New Zealand and Hawaii. All those experiences and the people that I have met, provide a rich source of inspiration for my stories.

I have been a storyteller most of my life (my mother called them fibs!). Poetry, song lyrics and short stories were left behind when work and life intruded, but that all changed in 1996. My first book Size Matters was a health and weight loss book based on my own experiences of losing 70kilo. I have written another ten books since then on health and also fiction including three collections of short stories. I am an indie author and proud to be one. My greatest pleasure comes from those readers who enjoy my take on health, characters and twisted endings… and of course come back for more.

 

Online friends

 

The Changing Face of Friendship

 

My thanks to Debby for inviting me over for a chat today on her amazing blog.  Her friendship is one that supports and encourages me on a daily basis, and has made me a firm believer in the positive aspects of social media platforms.

I wish that this technology had been around a long time ago. As a child we moved around a lot, and the greatest sadness for me was leaving friends behind. I have met people, who still have a relationship that have lasted 50 years since school because they have remained in their home town, but I am sure many of you have moved and lost contact. I would have two years at most in a school, make good friends and then we would be off to another country, and the process began again.

I did try to keep in touch, especially as I got into my teens, and following our return from South Africa, I corresponded for about a year with my best friend from school. I saved up for the stamps out of my pocket money and on average we would both write once a month.  After about 12 months, the letters began to dwindle. Whilst I managed to scrape together the money for one stamp a month to South Africa, there was no way that I could afford five or six to keep up with my other school friends.

This pattern was repeated until I was 14 years old when we returned to Portsmouth from Lancashire, and even though this was the same country, it was still difficult to keep in touch.   There was no Facebook, Twitter or any other social media and in our house, and I am sure in many of your homes, the phone was only for important calls and not to be wasted on hour long chit chat with friends!

Recently, I have been sharing the letters I wrote home weekly to my parent s from Houston in Texas, where we lived for two years from 1985 to 1987. As I type them up for the posts, it is interesting how rarely I mention the fact that we had spoken on the telephone, as it was very expensive back then to call internationally, especially for my parents. If we did speak, it would be for a few minutes, and notes would be made beforehand to ensure we got in everything we had to say!

Thankfully by the early to mid-1990s, email became more and more accessible, and that made a huge difference. I was able to get back in touch with the friends that we made in Texas, and several of us are still in touch today.  The wonders of modern technology enable us to speak face to face, which adds such an incredible element to maintaining a relationship. And with the added bonus of being able add a number of people to the conversation, you can almost have a party!

The Internet has brought us many things, some of which are less attractive than others. It brings the world to our desktop or device, often within minutes of an event. It enables us to watch the highs and lows of humanity as it struggles to survive, but it also brings us the most amazing opportunities for friendship, never experienced before in the history of humankind.

There are amazing benefits to enjoying strong friendship with others, including those that support our physical, mental and emotional wellbeing.

There is no doubt that many of us suffer from health issues and some people carry that burden throughout their lives.  As we get older, there are likely to be some aches and pains, and possibly more serious health problems that develop. The worst thing about ill health, grief or depression, is the feeling of isolation; that you are dealing with the issue alone.  I see posts in my timeline from people who are in hospital, who have been diagnosed with cancer, have lost a loved one, have been fired from their job or have a broken relationship.  They are reaching out in need of human contact, and if you then scroll down the post, you will see the most amazing words of encouragement, support and love.  That sense of not being alone and unnoticed, and that people who you have only met through an online platform, care enough to support you, makes a huge difference to recovery physically, mentally and emotionally.

We also are mentally stimulated by our interactions with others, and one of the key factors in maintaining a healthy brain, is to actively explore the world and learn more about the people in it. It is amazing to me to have online chats with people thousands of miles away, in countries that I will never visit in my lifetime, and discover so many new and exciting aspects to their lives. I also love reading their blog posts and are informative and entertaining.

Emotionally there is a sense of belonging to a group of like-minded people who share your passions, values and who confirm that you are part of the big picture.  I am sure that like me, many of you switch your computer on in the morning, heading over to Facebook to see what your friends are up to. It is wonderful to share in their celebrations, travels and also to support them when things are not going as well as they might. I am sure that like me, you don’t accept everyone as a friend. The odd one slips through, who is after more than a chat about the weather and life, but that is the same in the offline world too.

You won’t become close with everyone that you connect with online, but over time you will find that you have a circle of contacts that move into closer relationships, that are treasured, and will last hopefully for a long time.

Debby and I first made contact through my blog back in early 2015 and within a few weeks, she was my guest on my Sunday interview…. https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2015/05/31/the-sunday-show-a-funny-thing-happened-to-author-d-g-kaye/

I checked, and our first email communications were about a month earlier than that, and we had also connected on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and Google+.

Since that time we have discovered that we have much in common.  Certainly we seem to share quite a few of life’s ups and downs and our passion for books, health, travel and sense of humour. It has developed over that three years into a friendship that is just as important to me as those I have with anyone offline. Today Debby is a valued contributor to my blog with her fantastic Travel Column. https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/the-travel-column-with-d-g-kaye/

At the start of this post I talked about how sad I felt that I have left so many friends behind over the years. There is no excuse for that today and even if we never meet face to face, and some of our connections will drop away for one reason or another, we still can make every effort to keep in touch and be there for each other in many wonderful ways. The technology will evolve  and offer many more ways to maintain friendships throughout our lifetimes, however far apart we might live in the physical world. I hope to still be talking to you when I am 90 and aging disgracefully!

I am sure that I have left one or two names off this world of friendship, but isn’t it an amazing privilege to be able to say that you have pen pals across the globe ,that you can communicate with at the touch of a button?

 

newsbrief

 

For you Sally Cronin fans out there, heads up! Sally will be launching her newest book in early fall – Tales from the Irish Garden. For those of you who haven’t read her first book in the series where Sally brings her beautiful Spanish garden to life, Sally now takes us into her Irish Garden to find out how the fairy queen and her court are coping with their move from Spain and the new characters that they have discovered with the move to Ireland.

 

  1. Sally, please give us a little taster about your new and upcoming book.

 

Tales from the Irish Garden has a different format this time, more of a novel than a series of short stories. Queen Filigree has to vacate the palace under the magnolia tree in Spain for a number of reasons and there is a massive exodus to the Emerald Island and the magic garden. There she and her courtiers meet the Storyteller who is the guardian of the garden and they move into a palace in the roots of his magnolia tree. The story follows their adventures over the next twelve months from Christmas to Christmas.

 

  1. Can we expect to meet some new characters in this book or have you transported all your characters from Book 1 into your Irish garden?

 

There are some returning characters but unfortunately many of the guardian statues from the Spanish garden were too heavy to transport. However, one or two made in under their own steam, such as the eagles and also the lost princess. But there are plenty of new characters to meet including Jeremy the Donkey, The Dapperman, the half-fairy Summer and her children, and many creatures from the forest around the garden. Some of the illustrations were done by Donata Zawadzka and I love the way that she has captured the queen and some of the other characters.

 

  1. When can we expect to get our hands on a copy of this book?

 

I am planning to wait until after the summer and will launch both the E-book and print versions at the end of September.

 

Here is a short excerpt from Chapter Four of Tales from the Irish Garden along with one of the illustrations from Donata Zawadzka which will appear in the book. This has yet to be finally edited.

 

Mice

Website Donata Zawadzka: http://www.artdonataezawadzka.com/

 

 

The Flight to the New Land and The Storyteller

 

 Back at the Palace it was pandemonium, with fairies flying around in a discordant symphony of gossamer wings. Finally, after a day of panic, Queen Filigree ordered her advisors to bring all the members of the court to the ballroom so that she could address them. She also summoned Jacamo the pigeon master, the Queen Bee from the royal hives and Sir Gregory’s chief butterfly messenger; all of whom were essential to the planning of this massive migration to the new land.

 

 

‘I want you all to sit down on the chairs provided and close your eyes for a few moments to compose yourselves.’ Queen Filigree looked around the ballroom to make sure all complied with her order. When all the fairies were sitting calmly, she took a deep breath herself, and then issued the following edict.

 

‘Unfortunately we cannot pack all that we have collected in the last 700 years, and we also cannot transport many of our stone guardians that have guarded our secrets so well.’ The queen heard one or two gasps and ran her eyes over the crowded chamber until she spotted several of her courtiers with their eyes open in dismay.

 

‘Fairy Nikisha, close your eyes this instant and pay attention.’ Immediately she saw the little blonde fairy’s eyes snap shut again.

 

Satisfied that she had everyone’s attention she continued.

 

‘Those guardians that we cannot carry by swan, will be transported north for safety to Prince Zachary’s palace, where one day he will be king. He lives in a safe haven that is protected land, and they will be welcomed there. I charge them with caring for my beloved son and his family for their lifetime.’

 

Those listening heard the break in their beloved queen’s voice, as she shared this news of their revered guardians. ‘It is with much sadness that I lose their loyalty and wisdom, but we will be taking with us the eagles, who have been our guardians since Roman times, and the Princess Lucinda who came to us from my mother’s kingdom in Anglo.’

 

Tears were in the queen’s eyes as she took a moment to compose herself. She knew that she had done the best she could for her beloved guardians, and she smiled wryly at the thought that she would even miss that wretched Stoned Band.

 

‘Now, all of you are to take one silk bag from the corner, and that will be sufficient for some clothes, toiletries, personal mementos, and a honey drink and blueberry muffin for the trip. The Swan Express will be supplying us with Canadian Geese to carry the passengers, and Swan Cobs for the household items such as furniture, linen and gold.’

 

Queen Filigree clapped her hands. ‘Now, open your eyes all of you, and has anyone got any questions.’

 

Immediately the Queen Bee lifted one of her furry feet and waved it in the air and began to buzz her question.

 

‘Your majesty, what about my subjects, and the stores of beeswax and honey, how are they to be transported?’

 

‘Thank you for asking Queen Bee. You and your hive will be transported in special honey baskets that will be provided by Swan Express. They will be strapped to their most experienced employees, and will leave in two days.’ Satisfied with the solution, the bee queen left to organise her minions.

 

The next three days passed in a much more orderly fashion, with treasures taken up from the roots of the magnolia, to waiting swans with capacious saddle bags that were filled to the brim. When they left fully loaded, they also carried a senior courtier, who would organise the unpacking and furnishing of the new palace on the Emerald Island.

 

With only a day to spare, Jacamo and the queen, released all the non-nesting pigeons into the warm spring air to make their own way. A message had already been sent to the Storyteller who had built a dovecote in the branches of the magnolia tree in preparation for their arrival, and within three days, they were all safely roosting and exploring their new surroundings.

 

On the last day, a line of Canadian Geese lined up on the grass, as a queue of nervous fairy’s clasping silk bags with their treasure possessions, waited to fly up to take their seat along the bird’s broad back. Each was tied on with a thread of spider’s silk and a humming bird moved between them checking they were strapped in and comfortable.

 

The last goose in the line was reserved for Queen Filigree and her two daughters, with considerably more bags of belongings than those flying in economy. But, as a queen it was important that she meet her new guardian, the Storyteller suitably attired.

 

With everything loaded, she turned for one last look at the garden that had been her home and kingdom for 700 years, following her arrival as a young bride to the handsome prince. He was now long banished to the human world for his dishonourable behaviour. However, she had many happy memories of her life here, and she would so miss her guardians in the garden, now departed for her son’s palace. She looked up at the branches at the broad green leaves of the magnolia, and saw the tears that had formed on the tips dripping onto the ground. Her own eyes overflowed and she wiped them away with sorrow.

 

With a deep sigh she flew up to the broad back of the goose where her throne was tied down with spider silk, ready to receive her royal behind. A humming bird brought her a glass of amber nectar, and a packet of honeycomb mixed with ginger in case she felt airsick during the flight. After thanking the flight attendant, the Queen checked that her two daughters were safely seated behind her, and waved her wand in the air to signal that the goose could take to the air.

 

The goose did a circuit of the now empty magic garden to check that no fairy had been left behind. With a final wave Queen Filigree said her farewell and settled down for the long flight to her new home.

 

 

Thanks again Debby for your friendship and support… you are treasured.

 

Visit Sally’s blog at the Smorgasbord Invitation and meet some new bloggers, add your books to Sally’s Bookstore and Cafe as well as many other opportunities Sally offers.

 

My latest book was published on 27th July 2017  What’s in a Name – Stories of Life and Romance.. This is Volume Two and takes ordinary people with ordinary names who leave a lasting impression.

You can buy the book here: https://www.amazon.com/Whats-Name-Stories-Life-Romance-ebook/dp/B0748MLZ1W

 

And Amazon UK : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Whats-Name-Stories-Life-Romance-ebook/dp/B0748MLZ1W

 

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Passing on the SMAG – That’s what friends are for | Norah Colvin

Passing On the SMAG

 

Society of Mutual Admiration and Gratitude

 

Today I’m sharing educator/blogger and friend – Norah Colvin’s post on friendship. Recently, Norah wrote a beautiful post on friendships we make within our writing community. I was honored to be mentioned in her post, but most of all I wanted to share her post here and invite my readers to help yourselves to this wonderful badge that Norah has created – SMAG which stands for Society of Mutual Admiration and Gratitude. Please read Norah’s post below and join in our SMAG community. All that is required to join is friendship!

 

That’s What Friends are For

At this time of year, minds and hearts turn to friends and family, and contemplations of what we can do to make the world a better place. When we think of global events, we may feel overwhelmed, wondering what possible effect our actions could have. But when we focus on our own circle, any positive difference we make can effect changes of which we may never be aware. That’s the ripple effect, and that’s what friends are for.

I belong to a very supportive online community whose encouragement helps to keep me going.

With my focus on education, particularly early childhood education, and their work mostly targeting adult audiences, I struggle to find ways of supporting them and their creative pursuits during the year, other than the usual shares on Twitter and Facebook.

However, come Christmas time, what’s to stop me doing a little more?

love of reading to young children in early childhood education

Please continue reading . . .

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Source: That’s what friends are for | Norah Colvin

So Your Friend Is an Author… | chrismcmullen

WRITING

 

Writer Chris McMullen wrote a great article on friendships authors have with non-author friends. He writes of the author’s world, much of the time spent in solitude, sometimes forgetting life exists outside the walls of our imaginations. Chris talks about what many people don’t take in consideration of in an author’s life. Click the link below and have a read.

 

So Your Friend Is an Author… | chrismcmullen.