Don’t feed the drama monster. It’s insatiable and has no friends.
Chapter 28: Drama
Amira took every opportunity that crisp, glorious day to be outside. She walked down to the beach and returned via the shops and up the hill taking the longer route past Verloren’s holiday house. There was a For Sale sign in the front garden. She stopped to look at it and wondered why Verloren would be selling. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Choose Again”
If we could live in the consecrated spaces of happiness and forget the past, how easily the world would transform.
Chapter 25: Vibes
The rain was bucketing down and the wind was gusting fiercely and unpredictably. Never one to give up on her walks, Amira set off down the hill to town. After a few minutes, she abandoned her umbrella, pulled her hood over her head, and sped up her pace. By the time she got to the yoga studio, she was as wet as the day.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes after almost two years,” said Sri. He laughed and handed her a towel. “I’ll hug you when you are dry.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Adjustments”
Be forgiving but wise.
Chapter 21: The Hattery
A few years ago, when Amira first returned to Waldmeer from Eraldus, she had an unfortunate experience with a Waldmeer couple, Oswald and Billy. They were domestic and business partners and owned the upmarket, Hattery, in the main street of Waldmeer. It wasn’t exactly in the main shopping strip. A narrow path between the brick walls of two buildings led to a plain, black door which was the entrance to the exclusive shop. It didn’t have a sign.
Oswald said, “We want our reputation to speak for itself. The people will find us.”
“The right people,” added Billy with a touch of snobbery. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Brick Wall”
Relationships are valuable for healing and learning how to love.
Chapter 18: Undying
Thomas and Kathleen were sitting in their favourite city restaurant, the Afghan Light. They were enthusiastically discussing Thomas’s new retirement plan. Kathleen was very pleased with Thomas’s decision and felt it would do him the world of good. Thomas had mixed emotions – excitement and terror, serenity and emptiness. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Imperfect”
The Dream Maker is here by consent of every person who ever came here.
Chapter 15: Scammers and Scanners
“When you enter the Outer Circle,” said Lan-Lan to Vera, “the most pressing problem is recall. On moving into its atmosphere, you will forget who you are and why you are there.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Outer Circle”
We must know who we are and where we are.
Chapter 13: In This Together
Since leaving Ide, Farkas had been staying in a motel, ten minutes outside of Waldmeer. Contrary to his initial hypothesis that after the first night, every night would be easier, every night was getting more depressing. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Play Nice”
There is so much more.
Chapter 10: Emperors and Kingdoms
Since Gabriel had been living in Waldmeer, he had not seen Thomas. They no longer had their styling/shopping sessions as Gabriel was no longer in the city. In Waldmeer, their circles didn’t intersect. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Someone Loves You”
Above all, I wish to see.
Chapter 7: Two Views
I hope I don’t go anywhere tonight, thought Amira as she fell into bed. She felt so tired after all the break-up drama with her friends. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Long Hill”
Healing has a chance in our lives when we have exhausted all our other options.
Getting On With Life
Ide was walking along the main street of Waldmeer with her nine-month-old baby in the pram. His name was Landon. He wasn’t named after anyone. Nor did his name have a special meaning. It was, simply, the only name which neither Ide nor Farkas had said no to. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Break-Up”
Amira and some of her friends from Waldmeer continue their search for healing and happiness in Circles of Separation.
Chapter 1: Bird of Prey
Vera stood very still. She listened carefully to Mullum-Mullum. She did not want to miss any of the few words he was giving by way of instruction. In his customary style, Mullum-Mullum spoke in a meaningful but mysterious manner,
Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Fork in the Road”