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Monday, 26 February 2024

JESSICA MEETS MR FOX by John A Elliott 2024

"JESSICA MEETS MR FOX"

by John A Elliott 2024

Once upon a time, there was a magical forest where all kinds of creatures lived in harmony. The forest was full of wonders and secrets, and every tree, flower, and animal had a special power.

One day, a young girl named Jessica wandered into the forest, looking for adventure. She was curious and brave, and she loved to explore new places. She had heard stories about the magical forest from her grandfather, who used to visit it when he was a boy. He told her that the forest was a place where anything could happen, and where dreams could come always true.

Jessica walked deeper and deeper into the forest, admiring the beauty and diversity of nature. She saw birds that could sing in different languages, butterflies that could change their colours, and mushrooms that could glow in the dark. She smelled flowers that could make her happy, fruits that could make her smart, and herbs that could make her strong. She felt the warmth of the sun, the breeze of the wind, and the pulse of the earth.

She was so enchanted by the forest that she didn't notice that she was being followed by a friendly fox. The fox had seen Jessica enter the forest, and he was curious about her. He wanted to talk to her and play with her. He also wanted to protect her from any danger that might lurk in the forest.

The fox decided to reveal himself to Jessica when she reached a clearing. He jumped out of the bushes and greeted her with a smile. Jessica was startled at first, but then she smiled back. She was not afraid of the fox, because she could sense that he was kind and gentle.

"Hello, little girl," the fox said. "What are you doing in the forest?"

"Hello, Mr. Fox," Jessica said. "I'm looking for a perfect adventure. I want to see the wonders of the forest and learn its secrets."

"Well, you've come to the right place," the fox said. "The forest is full of wonders and secrets, and I know them all. I can show you around and teach you everything you want to know. Would you like to be my friend?"

"Yes, I would love to be your friend," Jessica said. "You seem very nice and smart. And you can talk! That's amazing!"

"Thank you," the fox said. "And you seem very sweet and brave. And you can understand me! That's amazing too!"

The fox and Jessica became friends, and they spent the whole day exploring the forest together. They had fun and learned a lot from each other. They also helped each other when they faced some challenges, such as crossing a river, climbing a hill, or escaping a bear.

They had so much fun that they didn't realize that the sun was setting and the night was coming. They decided to find a place to rest and sleep. They found a cosy cave near a waterfall, where they made a fire and ate some berries. They talked and laughed until they fell asleep.

The next morning, they woke up and continued their adventures

When Jessica went home, no time had actually elapsed, except for a few minutes on the old grandfather clock that stood, tick tocking in the hall, it's chimes struck four o'clock, time for tea and crumpets. The Magical Forest really had lived up to it's name. "I think another adventure will be forthcoming" said Jessica to herself, as she spread the crumpets with lashings of best butter.

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Sunday, 25 February 2024

LIVING by Becky Hemsley

"LIVING"
by Becky Hemsley

Life in its essence is breaths that we take

Our very next breath is just seconds away

And breathing ensures we survive, we exist

But being alive is a lot more than this

It's climbing a mountain then looking back down

To see where you started and where you are now

It's loving the view that you see from up there

With the earth at your feet and the wind in your hair

It’s meeting with friends to catch up over tea

And laughing until you forget how to breathe

It’s dancing all night ‘til your feet wind up sore

And singing along ‘til your throat feels raw

It’s walking the beach and it's watching the tide

It’s finding a shell to hear oceans inside

It's flying ‘til you can see clouds from above

It's counting the stars and it's falling in love

It's watching the sun rise and watching it set

It’s gathering moments you'll never forget

The moments that teeter and flutter between

A world full of wonder and one of routine

So breathe in and out - it'll keep you alive

But know that you're here to do more than survive

You’re here to let music dance on through your veins

To climb to the top of the mountain again

To see yourself fly and to feel your heart leap

The world is a show and you’ve got front row seats

So in the next seconds, when you breathe on in

Remember the wonder of life that’s within

‘Cause taking a breath keeps you living for sure

But the breathtaking moments?

They’re what we live for

******

Becky Hemsley 2023

Stunning artwork by Illustre Mayon

(with a perfectly-matched quote by Marabeth Quin)

This one is called "Living" and can be found in my fourth collection, Letters from Life: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CHL9MZC1...

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Tommy the Village Delivery Boy by by John A Elliott 2024

"Tommy the Village Delivery Boy"

by John A Elliott 2024

Every morning, before the sun rose over the hills, Tommy would get up and start his deliveries. He was a small boy, but he had a big heart and a lot of energy. He loved his job, because he got to see the whole village of Heptonstall and meet all kinds of people.

He would first go to the newsagent, where Mr. Jones would give him a stack of newspapers to deliver. Tommy would put them in his bicycle basket and ride along the old cobbled roads, stopping at every house to drop off a paper. He would greet the early risers with a smile and a cheerful "Good morning!"

Next, he would go to the bakery, where Mrs. Smith would give him a bag of fresh bread to deliver. Tommy would put them in his backpack and ride up the long and winding steep hill, smelling the delicious aroma of the bread. He would knock on the doors of the houses that ordered bread and hand them a loaf. He would sometimes get a tip or a treat from the grateful customers.

Then, he would go to the florist, where Miss Green would give him a bunch of flowers to deliver. Tommy would put them in his bicycle basket and ride down the hill, admiring the beautiful colours and shapes of the flowers. He would ring the bells of the houses that ordered flowers and give them a bouquet. He would often see the recipients' faces light up with joy and surprise.

Finally, he would go to the grocer, where Mr. Brown would give him a box of groceries to deliver. Tommy would put them in his backpack and ride up the hill again, feeling the weight of the box. He would leave the groceries at the doorsteps of the houses that ordered them and collect the money. He would always count the change carefully and return any extra to the grocer.

By the time Tommy finished his deliveries, the sun would be high in the sky and the village would be bustling with life. Tommy would return to his home, where his mother would welcome him with a hug and a hot breakfast. He would eat his fill and then rest for a while, before getting ready for school. He would always look forward to the next morning, when he would do his deliveries again.

Footnote

Heptonstall is a small village in West Yorkshire England. The image is of the quaint old world village

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Saturday, 24 February 2024

I AM A SHADOW IN A DREAM by Joanne Boyle

"I AM A SHADOW IN A DREAM"
by Joanne Boyle

An invisible piece of string.

We both held it at each end.

We kept meeting in the middle,

but always as a friend.

Two hearts that were as one,

both too young to know,

but the years brought us together,

and we helped each other grow.

The love was seen by others.

Felt in our hearts skin deep.

I was awake when I was with you,

and without you I'm asleep.

I now find you in every room.

in every place we ever went.

I see you everywhere I go,

like an angel heaven sent.

My existence is just that now.

I am a shadow in a dream.

That string loosely sways

because one is not a team.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art by Steffi Krenzek

BECOME YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND

"BECOME YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND"
(author unknown)

I used to depend so much on people to give me happiness not knowing I am the only person that could give myself happiness.

Over the years I expect people to always stay by my side so that I am not alone and I can be happy, but nothing is permanent, not even human live. Therefore, I decided to quit.

I quit having others to control on my own happiness. And that is why I have had to learn to become my own best friend. There was many nights I spent crying myself to sleep, sad, and lonely with almost every given heartache.

Over time, I realized that I had to learn to comfort myself to overcome the pain. It's a process, and I am still learning how to do it, but I have gotten so much better. I can honestly say that I am my own best friend.

Love yourself and treat yourself as you would treat your very best friend. You deserve the same love you given to others and there is nobody that could give the same love to you like you give to yourself.

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AGEING by Becky Hemsley

"AGEING"
by Becky Hemsley

Ageing is not an affliction

It's not a disease we should cure

It isn't a foe or an enemy,

A battle we have to endure

It's not something we have to fight against

Despite what we might have been told

It's a gift that's denied to so many

Who would love to be here growing old

*******

Becky Hemsley 2022

https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild

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Artwork by @ashouriart via Instagram

A little reminder for us all today.

From my latest collection https://a.co/d/hoKxs0D

A Nostalgic Trip Down Memory Lane with Shadow Play by John A Elliott 2024

"A Nostalgic Trip Down Memory Lane with Shadow Play"

by John A Elliott 2024

Do you remember playing, casting shadows on the wall? Winter log fires burning in the hearth, while smelling the fragrance of fresh pine, the flames casting their flickering orange glow around the room, as we made those wonderful shapes with our fingers. Of strange eagles, dragons so fierce, and maybe a face or two.

I do. I remember those cosy evenings with my family, (five sisters) when we would turn off the lights and let our imaginations run wild. We would create stories with our shadow puppets, making them talk and interact with each other. Sometimes we would laugh so hard that we would forget the cold outside. Sometimes we would get scared by the monsters we conjured up and snuggle closer to each other. Ah! Those were the carefree days of yesteryear and my childhood, growing up as I did during the 1950's/60's

Those were the days, when life was simpler for everyone, and much more fun. When mum and dad didn't have to worry about work, bills, or the news. When we could just be ourselves and enjoy the moment. When we felt connected to each other and to the magic of the world.

I miss those days. I miss the warmth, the laughter, the wonder, and the innocence. I miss the feeling of togetherness, of being a child again, with endless possibilities and no limits to our imaginations. I miss the shadow plays on the walls, during those long and cold winter nights, as we gathered round the fire in our living room, waiting for our nightcaps of cocoa or hot chocolate.

Do you miss it too? Do you ever wish you could ask a Djinn in a bottle to take you back to those times and relive them? Just the once, without any strings, to see your younger self and family enjoying an evening together. Do you ever try to recreate them with your own children or friends?

If you do, I would love to hear from you. I would love to know what kind of shadows you make, what stories you tell, and what emotions you feel. I would love to share your memories and experiences with my readers. Let us all keep those shadow play memories alive.

Until we meet again, keep playing, keep dreaming, Stay young at heart and keep casting those shadows on the wall. And most of all, have a wonderful life wherever you are in the world

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YOU WILL NEVER TIRE OF WATCHING by Joanne Boyle

"YOU WILL NEVER TIRE OF WATCHING"
by Joanne Boyle

Walking with your memories,

in the darkness of each day.

The outside world is a big TV

as you put them on to play.

The episodes are on repeat

but each time is better than last.

That kiss, that hug, that silence,

a moment from the past.

You pause them for a moment,

as someone stops to talk.

They ask how you are doing,

as they continue on their walk.

You didn't want to answer,

like they didn't want to hear.

You just want to watch those memories,

and drink in every tear.

The food that fills that gaping hole,

is the glint from laughing eyes.

You turn the volume button up,

so laughter drowns your cries.

You will never tire of watching,

and neither will you forget.

Love and loss become one,

when your one is met.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art by Steffi Krenzek

WHAT MATTERS TO US MOST by Joanne Boyle

"WHAT MATTERS TO US MOST"
by Joanne Boyle

I went to see God today,

and I looked him in the eye.

I asked him why he took me,

and made so many cry.

I waited for my answer,

to bring it back to you, then

God turned to me and smiled,

and opened up a view.

I saw familiar faces.

Dogs that played with birds.

Flowers that never wilted,

no one was ever scared.

Children wore their wings,

like a costume from a shop.

The eternal view of life,

was never meant to stop.

I still didn't understand,

but I felt glad that I was here.

God then opened up the clouds,

and I saw that I was near.

It was then he began to speak,

he said "just look down there,

so much pain and destruction,

a sight I cannot bare.

So each day I find new angels,

some are young and old,

but once they are here in heaven,

their age will always hold.

I know that when I take them,

hearts will break in two

I keep sending down reminders,

in their memories of you.

My angels go to earth,

and help them with this fate

but some I go to carry,

to help them through the gate.

Some people are in pain,

and though you cannot see,

heaven is the place,

that they deeply long to be.

Some are just too beautiful,

or were sent to earth too soon.

Some were just too fragile,

to be a part of life's sad tune.

We know who is arriving,

the time, the date and place.

and we know we leave so many

with a big and empty space.

We will fill it with sweet memories,

and let you go and see.

What matters to us most,

is that you are now happy."

By now I had forgotten my question,

but not those id left behind.

I knew I would always live,

in the memories that you'll find.

******

Joanne Boyle

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art by Steffi Krenzek