A journey around the stars


The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, had realise that she had been wandering for months, maybe for years.

But what had happened? she remembered seeing a large ship and she had been shivering on the beach; she was dripping and all she could think was that she couldn’t write because the pen and paper were too wet.

Things became very strange – she was striding over mountains and across lakes, moving around so many places, she looked over oceans – was it the big, beautiful bridge, San Francisco? – and then she moved farther and farther away.

She hovered over the clouds and she felt her heart beat singing with joy; her mind, her spirit and even her soul, brimming over with glee. She thought that she had been to the stars as far as the milky way and back again.

But now she was back properly; the Raconteuse walk across the street, then hailed a cab, whistling loudly, ‘taxi!’

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Denise Farley of Girlie On The Edge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: HEART

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Free You Mind


She stared at the bridge
looking at the train getting closer
she walked along the metal grid
as the train was almost here, as it closed the gap
she grabbed the ledge, holding on
hoping, wishing.

The water was deep below
blazing in the wide river
shimmering in the sun.

The last thing she said was ‘free my mind’
and she flung herself and fell
down
down
gone.

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Image credit: Suefeldberg
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wall graffiti painted on a metallic side of bridge; FREE YOUR MIND.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #224 photo prompt

Drifting

the journey begins

slowly, slowly
ebb and flow, ebb and flow

wave on wave, back and forth
the moon clicking on, waxing and waning
by month, by month, by month

the mind is drifting
the spirit is dancing
the body is shattered

but now the stars are sparkling
flinging around with joy

this is freedom

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Image credit: Jona 162@ pixabay
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a figure of a young woman / girl sitting by the waterside. Part of her body is solid while the rest seems to be evaporating in vapour from.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #220 photo prompt

Around the World

The view through my kitchen window today

Preparing for the coming festivities, modest though they are again this year, I gaze out of my kitchen window. Carols from Cambridge are playing on my CD as I chop and stir. Craning up at the wide blue African sky, I think of all the friends I’ve made across the globe. The storytellers, the poets and the bloggers who through their words, thoughts and dreams make my world all the richer every day.

warm wind blows
while thoughts from abroad
embrace me

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Be happy, be safe, and let us look to a better future for the world, my writing friends!

It’s almost Christmas

The Waxing Crescent Moon has a sickle shape.
https://www.timeanddate.com/astronomy/moon/waxing-crescent.html

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I wrote this back in December 2021. 
It had been in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #113

Reading from last year!

I was just about to read another book, but suddenly… a little whimper. But never mind, it’s come back.

And that was how I used to read and review – from Goodreads

My reviews:
2022 Sci-Fi Anthology by E. J. Runyon (Editor)
My Evil Mother by Margaret Atwood
The Candle Game and other stories by Chris Nelson
Isak Dinesen – The Life of Karen Blixen by Judith Thurman
Eclectic Verses by Radhika Puttige
The Sorcerer’s Garden by D. Peach Wallace
Daddy’s Girl by Margie Orford
After Rain Skies: Second Edition by Michelle Ayon Navajas



 

Practice, Practice, Practice!

  1. Speech
  2. Writing
  3. Reading
  4. Numbers

The Long Road

Around at Year Now

So much has changed in my haemorrhage stroke, but at least I’m getting better. Slowly (very slowly) does it.

Now I get the gist of things in reading and writing. Before I would copy and paste on Word on my laptop were I can Read Aloud on Review. It’s not great but it’s all right. Of course, your clever people who read aloud on WordPress are fun. I can read pretty well now too and I can pop a little reply here and there.

Meanwhile, I will enjoy the Tour de France for three weeks. Just as I watched last year, although I could hardly speak at all then, and now I’m so much better, though there are quite a few of bumps in the way as I talk. It will get there, I’m sure.

And we love to walk on over the beach, right by the ocean, near Cape Town – the best therapy, I know. Apart from all your excellent posts from WordPress.

That’s it – see you later!

This is our beach!

Breaking Boundaries #8

A wonderful pianist and so much more.

Let are light shine, Lucy!

Spira's avatarThe Rhythm Section

Boundary: a line which marks the limits of an area; a dividing line.
Often boundaries serve a purpose, sometimes they are waiting to be transcended.
Every Friday, here at The Rhythm Section, we will explore the ocean of music using the latter as our lodestar: breaking of a boundary.
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There are times, days, moments in our lives when dark clouds amass overhead. The impending storm is not softened by the anticipation of petrichor, since nothing seems to penetrate that darkness spreading inside.
Suddenly, comes a ray of light.
It can be a friend with enough empathy to bridge thousands of miles as if they were inches.
It can be a simple joke that will fuse tears with laughter.

Or it can be… Lucy.

Before we talk about Lucy, let us look for a moment around her.
Her mother; she didn’t give up when her child was…

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