Esther: Invasion

Here is the next chapter of Esther (Book 2 of Waldmeer – 2nd Generation).

Summer was in the thick of things; smack-bang in the middle of Waldmeer. The tourists had taken over the little town, as they always did at this time of year. The locals oscillated between threatening to run them over and reminding themselves that without the summer trade, the businesses would not survive. They cursed the noise, rubbish, traffic jams, and “obnoxious, selfish, self-entitled” city-dwellers. The long-term business owners pleaded with their fellow-locals to be patient and polite. They coaxed them along with, A smile costs nothing. They reminded them that the majority of the visitors would only be around for six weeks and then they would have their beloved town back to themselves. Mostly. 

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Esther: Cracking Nuts

Esther (Book 2 of Waldmeer – 2nd Generation).
Chapter 12: Cracking Nuts

Bob Owens’s Indian guru was a tough nut. His students never knew what he was going to do next. He could do anything, and often did do all manner of things to surprise, awaken, and shake his students from their mindsets. All of his followers were certainly kept on their toes. Actually, he had a relatively small group of followers. Bob was not sure if that was by the Master’s choice or if most people couldn’t tolerate his style.

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Healing and Creating

Here is my meditation for healing and creating. Meditation is not some new-age mumbo-jumbo for ungrounded people. True meditation is intelligent, humble, and powerful. It means to become consciously alive and well – to heal our body, to clear our mind, and to free our spirit. In this way, we reduce (and often eliminate) our problems and we have the deep satisfaction of living in an ever-evolving, connected, and creative way.

Circles of Separation: Handspun

“We’re our own worst enemy,” said Wolfgang.  “We’re, also, our own best friend.”

Chapter 54: Best Friend

Tonight was the last Dementia Unit dance class. Wolfgang was in fine form and had been talking nonstop. “I like making a noise,” he joked. “I should have been a politician. Do you know that I come here every morning to have breakfast with my Madeline?”

“No,” said Gabriel. “That’s devoted.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Handspun”

Vicious – poem

Play your cards.
Leave no trace.
Pick a time.
Pick a place.

Keep your fire
smouldering low
until you strike
a cruel blow.

Guide the gullible.
Keep them blind.
Trick the trusting.
Destroy the kind.

Vicious, vicious.
You cannot win.
For life supports not
the treachery within.

Courage, courage.
Get up, get up.
I will help you.
Drink from the grace-cup.

Muddled mind,
the waters will clear.
And you will see
the savage dears.

Kind, kind.
Do not despair.
I hear and heed
your caring prayer.

From Strange Words

Circles of Separation: Narrow Lane

Put your efforts towards the things in life that enhance your highest self.

Chapter 51: Right Next Door

“We have taken matters into our own hands,” said Mullum-Mullum to Amira. “We had concerns about Gabriel’s safety in regards Evanora. There is no need for you to be worried, however, we ask that you not see him unless instructed to do so.” Mullum-Mullum gazed into the distance. Amira couldn’t see where he was looking. Nor could she see anything around him. Normally, if Amira saw Mullum-Mullum in her night-travels, she saw him in the setting of the Darnall rose garden. However, for some reason, tonight, he seemed to be standing in a blank space with no distinguishing features.

“I guess,” sighed Amira, “Gabriel hasn’t suffered enough yet.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Narrow Lane”

Circles of Separation: Personal Barometer

The more we veer away from our true nature, the more unhappy we feel. When we align with our better self, we feel happy and content again.

Chapter 47: Cat Fights

“You’re a jealous cow,” screeched the black cat to the tabby cat that was cornered on the thin end of the branch.

“The Great One is not jealous of the gods you make,” said the tabby with the tenacity of a worthy opponent, “and neither am I.”

Gabriel heard the commotion not far from his window in the middle of the night. As it was not subsiding, he got up in exasperation, pulled on whatever clothes were at the end of the bed, and went outside to search for the source of the untimely disturbance. He shone his phone torch into the tree but neither cat moved. The tabby couldn’t move and the black one refused to. After assessing the situation, Gabriel threw some sticks towards the black cat who conceded temporary defeat and retreated. The tabby could then escape. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Personal Barometer”

Surrender – poem

I surrender all to you.
I surrender my life to you.
I will do whatever you want.
I will go wherever you want.
I will love whoever you ask me to love.
I will give up all my stupid opinions.
I will give up all my hopeless cravings.
I release my broken dreams.
I forfeit my planned futures.
I am at your mercy.
I will think no thought
or proceed with any action
which does not come from you
because You love me.

From Love’s Longing

Circles of Separation: Winter Lights

Love is its own reward.

Chapter 45: Suspicious Arrangements

Mullum-Mullum was not in the rose garden. Amira decided to walk up the back steps of the old house and look around the verandah. Some dusty boxes and a few bits of dirty furniture were haphazardly pushed into a corner where they had remained for years. She spotted a small bookshelf and pulled out several, yellowed books. Her eyes landed on a familiar green cover. It was The Little Book of Healing. On the inside of the cover was a sticker saying, This book belongs to Rose Este. The book had long since ceased publication. Amira had given her precious copy to Thomas, a few years ago. There was something quite peculiar about the little book. Amira didn’t know if other people had the same experience but whenever she opened it, she seemed to read pages that she had never seen before. As she had read the book many times and it wasn’t long, she eventually decided that the book changed its contents depending on what was needed. She put it in her pocket and went back to her and Gabriel’s apartment. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Winter Lights”

Circles of Separation: Magic Men and Women

There was something unusual about Rose. She didn’t do or say anything unusual but whenever she was around, everything worked well.

Chapter 42: Om Mani Padme Hum

Farkas pulled his hood on and made a run for Ide’s front porch in the storm. He was picking up baby Lan-Lan. Ide had been able to keep the house that she and Farkas had jointly owned, at least, for now. The main elder of the Clinkers had decided to rent Ide’s large, front room. He was using it for meetings and private sessions and, occasionally, sleeping there. His tribe name was Salt, although, Ide’s teenage son, Christopher, had always referred to him as Magic Man. That is the name that stuck in Farkas’s mind. Although Salt was an elder, he was far from elderly. At seventy, he could run through the forest almost as fast as the young Clinker men and he could, certainly, outwit them. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Magic Men and Women”