This is a group for anyone interested in creative writing at all levels of skill. I believe that we learn by doing and so I’m looking forward to actively exploring the written word with all comers. I will illustrate elements of creative writing as taught on my MA as well as give people the opportunity […]
The moonlight caught her breast as she sat near the window in a white cotton gown – adorned with the softest lace. Her child nourished, content … all silent, apart from the distant sound of fish oxidating from the surface of the ovalur, greeny blue pond, then, the feint rustle of perennial fern trees and fine branches creaking, gently in the breeze – just after sunset. It was as though they were dancing for her …The girl in the cotton gown.
She sent love to the stars whilst her child slept softly, still, in her arms … rocking, gently, slowly. A majestic vision of empathy and inclusion for all, reflected in her eyes as she gazed at the meadow, curvy hill tops and pastel clouds before her.
Candles burn incense- ‘essence of history’ – entwined in light, as shadows on the bare brick wall danced for the night, inspiring her dreams for tomorrow. For every flicker belonged to her, she is love.
The girl in the cotton gown.
Candles, many more – lavender, frankincense – geranium – placed alongside the crispest cotton you ever did see. For all that was natural gave her the purest energy, freshly delivered from angels.
Then, the next year they returned to almost the same place. He played Beethoven whilst holding their child safely, as she sat on his knee – they were laughing, scribbling, playing with words and colour – whilst she fed the baby on a linen soft boudoir chair – near the window, over looking the lake. The girl in the cotton gown – ever evolving with love and radiance. She is a healer and so they are, will be and can. For that is what love does.
I would truly die, rather than let anyone hurt them. Family is transmission, love, infinite. It is beautiful and pure. Why would anyone want to unduly harm such beauty with hateful words, jealousy and malice. Yet we must forgive as one. For many others know not what they do. We can make them better. We can send them love. Love is for all – love is one. You are beautiful. The girl in the cotton gown.
We are healers … it is quiet, still, no effort – love works for us. Let the world hear good words, do good deeds – rejoice in all new life, eternally, like – the girl in the cotton gown.
Tiffy. X
I don’t think we should resent people who earn a higher living if they are contributors to progress for creating jobs and using their position to have a positive impact on today’s society.
However, I abhor corruption, lies and deceit. We do need a tiered community to create jobs and a better quality of life. Money does not make itself. I don’t want to attack people for being wealthy. I won’t go down that route. It’s down to the individual.
But, corporate wealth where the biggest companies in the world become increasingly powerful is worrying. With robot technology and decisions being made on our behalf that degrade human beings who are not of a certain ilk is nothing less than ethnic cleansing.
We can however, tell a person they can do well in life. They can build a property portfolio or be a film star. We all need aspirations. I write this as a mother. I want my sons to work hard and be happy.
Yet on the other hand a person like myself is not overly ambitious. Yes, I like nice things. Those who know me will understand I like a reliable car – I love interior design and architecture – yet, I have no desire to become a hardened business woman. I’ve been there, done that and I was a miserable workaholic.
On the other hand I have been destitute. It was just so awful. I am still scarred. I trusted the world. I thought everyone was nice. I was very wrong … There’s vultures out there waiting to exploit the vulnerable. That’s why I go out my way ever more so to help a victim of abuse or hate. I had bailiffs knocking the door with hooks to take my dogs – so they could enter a rented property and take my things. They’d knock my kitchen window – bang my doors. It nearly broke me and my youngest son – but we got through it.
Yet, I suppose it’s about balance – if someone is working hard, creating work for others and doing good things for causes – giving free time to charitable concerns – then, so be it. We need to look after our friends and family. To help where we can. Sharing makes the world go round.
I always imagine a big pot of money where those who have more, contribute with responsibility to those who have less. I believe everyone should be active with their time. Be it education, community projects and reputable charity work. But none of us should be exploited. Not the wealthy and certainly not the poor. We need to take care of one another.
In saying all the above ‘billionaire’ is comparable to greed. How could one person spend that amount in a lifetime? Money doesn’t need to sit in banks when there’s people starving all over the world.
One of my biggest hates are people who brag about their material possessions during such hard times for so many others. It’s time we showed a bit more respect to one another. I’ve friends with very little, leading humble lives. I’ve also friends who are financially comfortable. I define friendship by depth and compassion not cash.
My sons appreciate money. They were brought up by a single mum who had three jobs to keep us all going. I don’t want them to struggle like I have for most of my life.
Tiffany. X
Well, a very quick blog for memory lane. Foley is really good – sitting in the window barking at leaves. We’re off for a long walk soon and I am seeing my new car! I still have to sort out the one stuck at Evans Halshaw. They are going to get my wrath at some point, very publicly … blogging is fabulous. We don’t have the restraints or expectations as with other means of communication that take much longer to materialise.
My parents (still under siege by nature) are getting their house virtually rebuilt (there was a car in the lounge) so I am not going away until mid-week of next week but I will be exploring nature and cafes as from tomorrow. I cannot tell you how excited I am!
I woke up this morning with the mantra ‘nobody knows what any of us are doing’. My first thoughts of the day are usually correct. I think we are all looking for something to grasp. Life is what we make it. Love is Everything. Laughter is contagious. Finding pleasure in the weird and fantasy realms of our imagination.
I just don’t know what to do about all this hate in the world? I suppose sharing and caring, offering support. Making new friends, being a listening ear and spreading love is all we can do. One war finishes, another starts. I ask myself, ‘has life always been like this?’
Well, there’s good people everywhere. Staying focused on that helps.
Below is a photo of a tropical garden in Warwickshire. One of my favourite places.
Tiff. X
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