Two Steps from Hell…

This is what it feels like right now, isn’t it?

These words were running around my head, and at first, I didn’t recognise them as any kind of message. Hardly surprising, as not sure I really know what my name is right now…

The pea soup in my brain must have thinned a little, for I suddenly realised why those words were so familiar. It’s the name of the people who create the most inspiring music I have ever heard, and where I usually head in times of stress.

And if ever there was a time to listen to it again, it must be now. I cannot imagine why I haven’t done this sooner.

Take a moment to listen to this glorious music and tell me honestly that it didn’t reach those parts that were crying out for hope and salvation…

Memories…

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Memories

 

This lockdown has made me think of all those days in the past, days of fun and freedom.

Days where I daydreamed so much more than I do now.

But this was a strange memory, from a time of great uncertainty, a painful time when fate had dealt us a blow that we would all need time to recover from.

Due to those unfortunate circumstances, we came to rest in a static caravan in the south of England. We didn’t have any money and couldn’t imagine life getting any better, not in our lifetime anyway.

But the peaceful countryside began to work a miracle and before too long, we relaxed and began to enjoy our retreat.

We were surrounded by green fields and visited by sheep, deer and invisible but rather noisy wildlife, but on one magical sunny day, something happened.

I was pottering in the little garden that surrounded the caravan, when I heard what sounded like a rather large creature breathing heavily.

The sound was loud and filled the air, but what was making it?

My mind conjured up images of a magical dragon, and I searched the sky, only to be disappointed. The breathing seemed to be getting much louder and faster. The excitement was overwhelming.

Something made me turn around and coming straight at me was this huge brightly coloured hot air balloon.

I had never been this close to one before, usually, they were too high in the sky to see properly.

This one was so low, low enough to touch the roof of the caravan. I watched, mesmerised, as the enormous balloon skimmed over the top of the caravan and slowly came to land in the field in front of me.

In my mind’s eye, the dragon had been wounded, crashed to earth. Deflated, it lay strewn over the grass like a pile of coloured rags…

I didn’t own a camera back then, but I found a video on Youtube so you can picture what I was seeing.  (kinda backwards, if you know what I mean!

 

A Little in Love with Josh Gates… @joshuagates

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Josh Gates

Josh Gates is an American television presenter, television producer and author. He was the host and co-executive producer of Destination Truth and Stranded on Syfy, and currently hosts and co-executive produces the Travel Channel series Expedition Unknown and also Legendary Locations. Wikipedia

 

If you like knowing about the history we walk on

You can do no better than watch Josh Gates Expeditions Unknown.

I have just finished watching all four series and have to say I am a little bit in love with this gentle bewhiskered bear of a man.

His wife is a very lucky woman.

I found it far more interesting than learning history at school, now I need to check out everything else he’s been up to.

He seems to be some kind of kindred spirit, loving the same things I do.

Making learning new things, fun. May he long continue.

Let me say, I am a great grandmother, so I’m not after his body. I am more attracted to the spirit of the man. Leaving me with the knowledge that humanity still manages to produce bright souls…

©anitadawes 2020

 

 

 

 

#Jaye’s Journal ~ 44

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I was so busy with the book tour last week that I completely forgot about writing my weekly journal.

The tour has been keeping me busy, but my head is bursting with so many new ideas. It would seem the more you do in this business, the more you want to do, even though there is never enough time.

I have been expecting a new story to appear and dominate my every waking thought, now I have finally launched David Mallory and his complicated life out into the world, but so far, there has been nothing. That’s probably just as well, considering there can’t possibly be any room in my head right now.

Although it’s a wonder my brain is working at all, seeing as I am literally reeling from the amazing response from everyone for Silent PayBack. So many people have praised it and congratulated me, I swear my head is several sizes bigger than it was two weeks ago!

 

I need to find some time for my bonsai and the garden, seeing as how I’ve been too busy to do much lately. It has rained an awful lot, so that’s my excuse. The temperature is dropping, and it won’t be long before most of my little trees start to lose their leaves. A signal for me to make sure they are ready for their winter sleep. This is where I get the chance to have a good look at the bare bones of them, so much easier to spot signs of trouble once the leaves have fallen.

The grass will need to be cut one last time this year, but unless the weather improves dramatically, I won’t be able to, as it’s waterlogged out there.

It is almost time to rig up the bird feeders too, for the insects and berries won’t last long if it gets any colder. We seem to have more feathered friends out there than ever!

©jayemarie

P.S:  I have been learning how to create a video on my iPad from scraps of material taken on a mobile phone.

Merlin was having a kitten moment and this was the result…

 

 

Jaye’s Journal ~ week 31

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I didn’t think I would be able to manage a journal entry this week, due to my involvement with the WIP. The very helpful beta report seemed easy to follow, I originally thought, until I began to sort things out.

You know what happens, what seems like a doddle always seems to end up far more complicated than you first thought. I am past the half- way mark now, (I think) so quite pleased with my progress.

One of the points raised, was that my main character wasn’t expressing himself properly or enough. I tried to find the reason for this, intending to give said character a lot more to say and feel. It was while investigating this, that I realised what the problem was.

His point of view was all wrong.

He needed to be written in the first person, as this would allow him to think and feel far more than he was now. I changed the POV in the first few chapters, just to see if it worked.

At this point, I hadn’t given a thought to how much work this would entail, or that it would delay the launch procedure even more. But I really liked the result, so will just have to work harder!

Changing the subject completely, I have been watching the second series of Keeping Faith on a box set as a means of unwinding at the end of some very complicated days. I have been blown away by this mystery drama and all the emotion displayed by all the cast members in this series. I’m a sucker for beautiful theme music and FF has a good one, so I thought I would share it with you.

 

By the time you hear from me again, I hope to have some really good news for a change!

#Writephoto ~ Open

Thursday photo prompt: Open #writephoto

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Empty Rooms

To enter here is to lose your mind, your life

The house is reforming, rebuilding itself

Moving rooms from one end to the other

Building new ones, losing others

Should you be in one when it is lost

There is no telling where you will end up

Or how you will return to your own world

The house does not like the door shut

It is jammed open by a strange slab of concrete

Wedged tight against the bottom of the doorframe

Another, sloping away wedged against the outer frame

Making sure the door stays where it is

The interior is dark, moody, full of menace

Some say this is due to the missing rooms

The souls lost in the vanishing

It is a soundless place, yet the air is full of wanting

The door jam quivers as if something below

Is trying to move them, to close the door

To keep all trapped inside

Moving them around, like living pieces on a chess board

Outside there is a board with names of the foolish ones who entered

And yet the rooms appear to be completely empty

If you ask the locals, why they haven’t pulled the place down

They will tell you they have tried

Hammers bounce off the walls as if they are made of rubber

A lit match has no effect, the flame blows out

Before you can touch the building

They stand outside yelling, let us know you are still there

No returning sound has ever been heard

Others will tell you it’s not true, just Chinese Whispers

An old building left to rot, nothing more

Would you enter to find the truth?

Would you walk through those empty rooms?

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The Other Love (in my life) part two

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As I am not able to do much about anything bonsai this week, owing to being in the uneven and weird world of having one good eye and one that is frankly rubbish, I thought I would share the other part of bonsai that I love.

And this is watching someone else create a beautiful bonsai.

This video is from Graham W Potter and I must have watched him work so many times. To say he has been a constant source of inspiration would be an understatement!

While we are looking at an expert, I have remembered something I want to do next week, once the restriction on bending over is lifted. My neighbour has a sapling oak tree that is growing up against a wall in the front garden, and when I heard that she would be removing it and would likely kill it, I volunteered to rescue it. It has been there some years now, kept small by all the constant pruning and from what I can see, has developed a good trunk.

I will have my camera handy and will document the rescue somehow…

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Black Velvet…

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When I was seven, my mother bought me a black velvet dress for my birthday. It had a white collar with white cuffs on the small puff sleeves.

I felt like a princess, and couldn’t stop rubbing my hands over it. Mother told me to stop doing it, as I would ruin it.

My stepfather Joe said he would take me and my brothers to the park. As we left the house, my mother said not to give me any ice cream.

We played on the swings for a bit and then Joe brought my brother’s some ice cream.

I walked away, wondering if he would do as he was told. I didn’t go far, for I hoped I knew better than that and I was right.  Joe handed me an ice cream, telling me to please be careful.

I said I would, but what child can eat an ice cream without getting it down themselves?  Not me anyway. I kept rubbing at it, making it worse. The velvet was sticking up where I had rubbed it and there was no way to hide it.

All the way home, I wished Joe would run away with us, but he told me not to worry. He would say it was his fault, which in a way it was for buying it for me. I know that’s an unkind thought, but when we got home before he could say a word, mother ripped the dress from my body,  leaving her nail marks on my back because the fabric was too hard to tear.

Joe got both barrels of her temper until I thought his ears would swell and drop off.

This memory has returned, because my daughter who lives next door, was playing a song I haven’t heard for a long time. It was one of my favourites, called Black Velvet.

It’s a funny old life isn’t it, the way old memories come back?

Anita Dawes 2018