Great Quote From A Great Author- Sherry Valerie Hilles

July 21, 2019 at 10:59 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays) ()

Great Quote From A Great Author- Sherry Valerie Hilles

Every so often one comes across a great quote that is truly inspirational.

And such great quotes are often found in the writing of my friend and fellow writer Sherry Valerie Hilles.

Sometimes when I read great quotes from someone whom I’ve never heard about or read about or don’t know personally, I sometimes wonder to myself, does this person actually walk the walk or just talk the talk in their quote of profound wisdom.

Well having known Sherry for 9 years (although we have never met in person) since I first ran into her at the Xanga blogging site back in 2011, I knew when I read this quote that the person making it does walk the walk.

I actually have been having a horrendous time in my life since my dad died back in June 2010.

Most of the money of my dad’s Estate dwindled away through the efforts of an incompetent (or possibly crooked) Estate lawyer.
I had moved to Vancouver from Edmonton in 2012 because I was hoping to take a course in Film Directing and Screenplay Writing at the Vancouver Film School (which along with the UCLA Film School in Los Angeles and Ryerson College in Toronto is one of the top 3 film schools in North America) and become a film director and screenplay writer like my hero Orson Welles.

I had received permission from the Executor of my dad’s Estate to receive a preliminary payout of $40,000 from my dad’s Estate to pay for my move to Vancouver and pay my rent out there for the next couple of years.

The Estate lawyer then dragged out the settling of my Dad’s Estate (which had already been dragging on for 2 years) for another 2 years until May 2014 and by that time he had charged such high fees for basically doing nothing that when the Estate was finally settled, I received only a pittance of what I was supposed to get (thus ending my dream of attending the Vancouver Film School).

And of course the rent in Vancouver kept going up radically and drastically every year (Vancouver has the most expensive rental and housing market in all of Canada)

If it had been a normal rental market, I could probably have had enough from the pittance I did get from the Estate for both rent and food for the next 4 years.

But by January 2016, the rent on my Vancouver apartment had increased at loan shark interest rates percentages from the time I had first moved there in October 2012.

I started to search for a job and six months later in June 2016, I managed to land one.

It was a telemarketing job and it lasted only 3 days since I hadn’t made a sale in those 3 days (probably because I never had any previous telemarketing experience).

The landlord had granted me a month’s extension to stay (since I was a month’s overdue in paying rent) when he found out I finally had a job.

But now that was gone.

I really had no friends in Vancouver (like most writers, I am a tremendous personal introvert) and what was I to do?

I was becoming increasingly suicidal and having all sorts of negative thoughts.

I thought of throwing myself from my balcony the day before I was to be formally evicted from my apartment (which was some date in July 2016).

The only words of encouragement I was getting during that time was my friends and fellow writers Sherry in Germany and Daniel in the U.S. state of Alabama.

Sherry in particular was sending me emails every day and leaving encouraging comments on my blog posts.

Even though I had never really spoken too much publicly about being suicidal at that time, I found out later that Sherry thought that I was.

She had apparently spent much of the time of those critical months of June and July 2016 walking to a nearby church and lighting a candle for me and spending a couple of hours in intense prayer for me (she had told me this later).

In mid-July 2016, the thought did occur to me to return to my home province of Alberta as Alberta did have a better social welfare net system than did British Columbia (particularly under its then Milton Friedmanesque neo-conservative so-called Liberal Premier Christy Clark).

A day after I had that thought, I ran into a sometimes acquaintance I knew in Vancouver.

I told him my problems and he gave me the money for a one way Greyhound bus ticket to Calgary.

So I had to fit what I could of my belongings into the only 3 suitcases I had (so it wasn’t very much) on July 20th 2016 (the thought just hit me now that’s 3 years ago yesterday -just the day before Sherry had posted that quote that you’ll read below) and leave Vancouver for Calgary.

The result of that was I ended up living in a homeless shelter in Calgary from July 2016 to February 2017.

By February 2017, I was finally able to get on social assistance and was able to get into a low income community housing program.

During the time I was homeless, it was Sherry’s encouraging emails that helped me though (I went to the public library every day to use their public computers to read my emails and also write and post my vampire novel chapters each day).

Sherry herself is a very remarkable woman. 

She was born and raised in the Malaysian province of Sarawak on the island of Borneo.

In her mid-teens she won a scholarship to attend Cambridge University in England.

So at the age of 17, she left home to move to England and study at Cambridge.

She later moved to London where she lived for awhile.

She then moved to Germany where she still currently resides.

She has published two gothic novels on Amazon. One is called The Devil’s Promises and the other book is called The Fallen.

She currently lives in a beautiful farmhouse not far from a lovely and tranquil Bavarian village with her 7 children (although I think her eldest daughter is away from home attending University) and her animals- a dog, a cat and a goat.

Here is her profound quote:

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With Versatility Comes The Versatile Blogger Award

April 30, 2019 at 7:59 pm (Life) ()

Jessica recently nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award.

Thank you, Jessica. ☺

Her blog can be found at https://jessicaelarsen.com

Jessica writes on a variety of topics including life experiences, her travels and also posts the occasional short story.

I heartedly recommend her blog.

WHAT IS THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD?

The Versatile Blogger Award was created to celebrate blogs who have unique content, strong writing, and beautiful images or photographs.

RULES

-Thank the person who gave you the award.

-Include a link to their blog.

-Select 7 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.

-Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.

-Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

I’M FORWARDING THIS AWARD TO:

https://highwaybloggery.com
https://annieasksyou.com
https://whenanintrovertspeaks.home.blog
https://thebookofjess.wordpress.com/blog
https://sarejess.wordpress.com
https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com
https://nicholasrossis.wordpress.com

7 THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I prefer reading books in print rather than e-formats such as Kindle.

2. I’m not much of a sports fan.

3. Most of my favourite films/movies are from the decade of the 1940s.
I absolutely love that decade when it comes to movies.

4. I enjoy listening to Baroque, Renaissance and classical music.

5. My favourite fictional character is Sherlock Holmes.

6. My favourite authors are William Shakespeare, the Bronte Sisters, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Edgar Allan Poe, Dostoevsky, Cervantes and J.K. Rowling.

7. I long to visit the South Seas Island that often shows up in my dreams.
Of course it would help if I knew which island it was.
It just appears there in my dreams.

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Creator of Psychic Lobsters and Harvey Tallbanger Bunny Rabbits Receives Mystery Blogger Award

April 29, 2019 at 10:25 pm (Life) ()

I’m honoured to have been nominated by Zealous Homo Sapiens for the prestigious Mystery Blogger Award.

Her blog can be found at

https://whenanintrovertspeaks.home.blog

Her blog is a mixture of amazing photos and quotes and sometimes very short (often less than 100 words) short stories.

Thank you so much for this nomination, Priya.

WHAT IS MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD?

“Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

-Okoto Enigma

Thank you, Priya, for thinking I deserve this award.

RULES:

1. Put the Award Logo/Image On Your Blog.

Okay that right there is a problem since my ability to figure out html on my blog amounts to nil.

The listings at the top of my WP Blog Edit Page might very well be Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics as far as I’m concerned.

In fact, they very well could be ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and I haven’t really noticed that yet.

It was only recently a few years back that I managed to figure out how to properly use the Add Media button to put photos on my blog.

No doubt my readers George F. and Hyperion are very grateful for that since they seem to be very ardent admirers of the photos I use. 😂

So just like my character Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster is taught to visualize before he arrives (telepathically speaking) at the remote viewing spying location he’s supposed to be at, I ask my readers to visualize a Mystery Blogger Award Logo appearing at the top of my page.

No doubt what a Mystery Blogger Award Logo looks like will appear to be a great mystery to most of my readers when they find out that their visualization techniques are not on a par with Michelangelo’s (which explains why Michelangelo works at Set Enterprises a scientific research and development firm in London, England owned by a billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire and they don’t).

However perhaps it is appropriate that a Mystery Blogger Award Logo should be a mystery. 😄

2. List the Rules.

My character British MP Renfield R. Renfield informs me that’s what I’m currently doing.

3. Thank the creator of the award and provide a link as well.

My character the concert pianist and musician Amadeus Emanon notes that I did that in the first paragraph of this blog post.

4. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself (I will do that a little later).

5. Nominate 10 to 20 people (I will do that later).

6. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog (I likewise will do that later).

7. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (does it have to be just one?) 😉

3 THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. I have two godchildren whom I’ve never met in person.
One is a goddaughter named Nyssa who lives in Delhi, India and the other is a godson named Joshua who lives in Port Elizabeth, South Africa.

2. If I could have been any person in history, I think I’d like to have been C.S. Lewis.

3. If I could have been any person in literature, I think I’d like to have been Sherlock Holmes.

PRIYA’S QUESTIONS

1. How do you give your ultimatum in an argument?

Well seeing as how I find arguments to be a waste of time, I don’t argue much.

But if I were to give an ultimatum in an argument, I’d do it with style like Clint Eastwood did in one of his films and pull out a .44 magnum and say, “All right, now you have to ask yourself, do you feel lucky today?”.

2.If you had to open up a charity, what would you name it and what would be its aim?

The Robin Williams Foundation To Combat Depression.

Named after Robin Williams the great comedic and acting genius who fought depression all his life.

Its aim would be to train and employ compassionate people who would help those who combat depression, anxiety and PTSD in their lives.

So that they wouldn’t feel alone and isolated like Robin Williams felt at the end of his life and end up taking their own lives like he did.

3. How is your best friend different from you?

As far as I know, he doesn’t talk to invisible tall bunny rabbits in public like I do.

4. Do you have a pet? If yes, then what? If no, then would you want to have one? (Tell me their names too).

No, I don’t have a pet. Although I would like to have a dog and a cat someday.

5. Sweet, savoury or spicy dishes?

Spicy.

That’s why I love Mexican, Korean, Thai and South Indian cuisine.

MY QUESTIONS

1.

If you were stranded on a desert island and the film projector you miraculously managed to rescue from your sinking ship only had 5 movies available on its reels, what 5 movies would you wish they be?

2.

What would be an ideal dinner for you?

3.

If you could have coffee with any person in history, who would it be and why?

4.

What person in literature do you wish had actually lived in reality?

5.

What type of water do you prefer to swim in? Fresh water or salt water?

I nominate:

iScriblr
AnnieAsksYou
David Redpath
TheBookOfJess7504
Sunshiny SA, Kavitha
PositiveSideOfCoin

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Harvey Tallbanger and The Artist

April 28, 2019 at 10:54 pm (Art, Arts, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Inspiration, International Intrigue, Life, love, News, painting, Romance, Spy Tales, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

The night was somewhat cool as if February had crept in to steal a backwards glance in the midst of a late April evening.

And Liam Van Stope carried his work with him as he walked from place to place.

For Liam Van Stope was an artist and the work he carried was a huge white sketchpad along with a box of pastel crayons.

There he would walk from cafe to cafe sketching and colouring the patrons and customers.

For Liam Van Stope wished that the Paris of Toulouse-Lautrec and Vincent Van Gogh would never go away.

Oblivious to the idea that the Paris of Van Gogh and Lautrec was separate from the Paris of 2019 by more than a century.

And soon the Paris of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway would likewise be separated from the contemporary Paris by a century.

And as far as the thinking of Emmanuel Macron and some of the world’s so-called leading architects goes, the Notre Dame of the ages would soon be separated by a new Notre Dame by vast millenia.

Liam Van Stope walked into Quasimodo’s Cafe an establishment named after Victor Hugo’s famous character who had carried a hunted gypsy girl across the threshold of the Notre Dame of the ages and cried “Sanctuary”.

Liam recognized Esmeralda the gypsy girl who like her namesake in Victor Hugo’s novel danced the eternal dance of the gypsies though unlike her namesake danced in this cafe on weekends and not on the streets in front of Notre Dame at night unintentionally arousing the lust of a Notre Dame archdeacon who would endeavour to bring Hell on earth instead of absolution when his lust went unrequited.

Liam ordered a cognac and looked around the cafe on this quiet Sunday evening wondering whom he could sketch.

When he first entered the cafe, he had noticed Esmeralda talking animatedly to the empty seat next to her.

Ah, Liam thought to himself, when he had seen this, that will soon be all of us one day. All of us talking to ghosts. Talking to ghosts of a Paris that will soon be found only in the history books.

Esmeralda noticed Liam sitting in the corner booth with his sketch pad open at a blank page and his sketching pencil in hand waiting to draw when the inspiration hit.

She motioned to the maitre’d and pointed in Liam’s direction.

Within minutes, the maitre’d arrived at Liam’s table with a drink in hand that looked to be partially made from orange juice.

‘Excuse me, sir,” the maitre’d said, “but Miss Esmeralda thinks you might like to drink this for inspiration.”

“What is it?” Liam asked.

“It’s called a Harvey Wallbanger, sir,” the British maitre’d working with stiff upper lip in a Parisienne cafe replied.

The maitre’d bowed and left.

Liam took a sip of the drink.

Then another.

And then another.

It was good, Liam had to admit.

The artist then noticed that sitting next to Esmeralda at the bar was a bunny rabbit.

A very tall bunny rabbit.

Probably about 6 foot 8 in height, Liam estimated.

The bunny rabbit was white in colour with big pink floppety ears and a big pink floppety tail.

He was wearing a pair of denim blue colour overalls as well as a tall black bowler hat that his big pink floppety ears were sticking through.

Liam began sketching and began applying the pastel crayons to his subject.

He had soon completed the picture.

“Excuse me, sir,” Liam walked up to the bunny rabbit, “but what is your name?”.

“Harvey Tallbanger,” the rabbit replied.

“A name that must be recorded for posterity,” Liam said as he wrote down the name.

The artist then bowed to Esmeralda and said, “Thank you for the drink.”

When he returned to his studio apartment, Liam had been doing some reflecting on his subject of Harvey Tallbanger.

There was something quixotic about that bunny rabbit, Liam thought to himself.

He went over to his palette and canvas.

He decided he would paint Harvey Wallbanger as Don Quixote.

Minus the knightly armour.

He would have Harvey wearing his denim blue coloured overalls and his bowler hat (through which his big pink floppety ears would stick through) but he’d be riding Don Quixote’s horse Rocinante and he’d have a lance in his hand and he’d be charging at the windmill atop the Moulin Rouge cabaret in the Montmartre district of Paris.

As he painted, Liam sang the theme song from the musical Man of La Mancha:

“To dream the impossible dream
to fight the unbeatable foe

To run where the brave dare not go

To reach the unreachable star…”

And with that, Liam Van Stope a dreamer painted his quixotic picture of the 6 foot 8 invisible Welsh pooka bunny rabbit Harvey Tallbanger now visible in his blue denim coloured overalls and black bowler hat (through which his big pink floppety ears stuck through) as Don Quixote riding his horse and battling the windmill atop the Moulin Rouge cabaret.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 28th
2019.


Esmeralda the gypsy: Inspiring bunny rabbits like Harvey Tallbanger
and artists like Liam Van Stope.

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Yaldabaoth On Saint Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2019 at 10:55 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Life, love, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day the same way he celebrated every other day of the year.

By drinking too much.

Yaldabaoth lay under a tree.

At his left hand, he had his pint of Guinness.

At his right, his pot of gold.

Two men, a Brussels bureaucat and a London bureaucrat walked down the middle of the field where the tree was located.

They were measuring for a hard border in case of a no-deal Brexit.

The measuring tape passed over the midpoint of Yaldabaoth’s body.

His pint of Guinness was now on one side of the border.

And his pot of gold was on the other.

The two bureaucrats came back singing and vendoring their respective wares.

“Brussels sprouts and Belgian waffles,” the EU bureaucrat cried out, “Brussels sprouts and Belgian waffles.”

“English Breakfast Tea and Cockney Kids Fish and Chips,” the London bureaucrat cried out, “English Breakfast Tea and Cockney Kids Fish and Chips.”

Yaldabaoth picked up both his pint of Guinness and his pot of gold.

No border was going to separate them.

He went to a nearby pub in the Republic of Ireland.

There he watched New York City’s Saint Patrick’s Day Parade live on TV.

The demons Baal and Baphomet were riding a New York State Democratic Party float.

Baal was eating a bucket of fried human baby fingers and a side order of fried human baby toes.

Baphomet was drinking green beer (what sort of Irish-American abomination is Green beer? Yaldabaoth thought to himself) and mooning passersby with his/her very hairy behind.

When the parade was over, Yaldabaoth walked north of the border to the graveyard of Down Cathedral in the town of Downpatrick in the province of Armagh.

There to visit Saint Patrick’s Grave.

No one was at the grave except a beautiful young woman wearing a long black dress.

The woman held a rosary in her hands.

She held up the Crucifix and said, “Oh blessed Saint Patrick, as many across the world mention your name in passing between pints of beer, I’m here to sing and praise the One you sang, praised and talked about throughout your entire life…”

The woman sang with sweet melodious voice,

“You were the Word at the beginning
One with God the Lord Most High
Your hidden glory in creation
Now revealed in You our Christ

What a beautiful Name it is
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

What a beautiful Name it is
Nothing compares to this
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Jesus

You didn’t want Heaven without us
So Jesus you brought Heaven down
My sin was great, your love was greater
What could separate us now

What a wonderful Name it is
Nothing compares to this
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

How sweet is your name, Lord, how good you are
Love to sing in the Name of the Lord, love to sing for you all
Death could not hold you, the veil tore before you
You silenced the boast of sin and grave
The heavens are roaring the praise of Your glory
For you are raised to life again

You have no rival, you have no equal
Now and forever, our God reigns
Yours is the Kingdom, Yours is the glory
Yours is the Name above all names

What a powerful Name it is
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

What a powerful Name it is
Nothing can stand against
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King…

. . .

Yaldabaoth put down both his pint of Guinness and his pot of gold when he heard the song.

A shudder went through him.

This was obviously one powerful King that this woman was singing about.

He hoped he never got on the wrong side of this King.

He left the Guinness and the gold in the graveyard.

And walked back to the other side of the border.

He thought back to the New York City Saint Patrick’s Day Parade he had watched on TV earlier.

And thought back to Baal and Baphomet.

Where, he wondered, did they stand in relation to this King the woman sang of?

Were they on His wrong side?

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 17th
2019.

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Reblog of The Sailing Ship: A Poem

March 3, 2019 at 11:15 pm (Life, Literature, Poetry) (, )

Here’s a poem I wrote 3 years ago today:

Dracul Van Helsing

The Sailing Ship: A Poem

Sail ahead to distant shores when yonder morning breaks
with wind at your back, listen to the cry that the screeching seagull makes
and sail on into waters of deep crystal blue
venture forth to destinations new
It is a time when the world is wide
so beckon to the surging tide

The mast is your guide
to horizons wide
white sails against skies of blue
they’re your towers- the world to view
and take the brunt of gray skies and stormy seas too

Poseidon’s realm stretches most of the globe
the sites to be seen- what tales to be told
Dolphins and Krakens, mermaids and sirens
aquatic femme fatales- they be a bitin’
Inviting you to Davy Jones’ locker- grave of missing Titan

This is the age of true adventure
where shark makes of mate’s leg a gaping denture
Whales spout
fish about
The…

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Between The Moon and Sixpence: A Poem

March 2, 2019 at 10:29 pm (Art, Arts, Culture, Film, Life, love, Movie Reviews, Movies, Poetry, Romance, Theology) (, )

What lies between the moon and sixpence?
A pair of broken hearts?
A man who no longer loves his job selling in the City
A man who sacrifices all for art
His wife, children and comfortable home
Leaves London for the Bohemian haunts of Paris

But the biggest thing he left behind is his soul and his humanity
He is not kind, he is not cruel
He is indifferent
Which is the cruelest cruelty of all

But he is called a genius by a fellow artist
The same man whose wife he steals
And then abandons like yesterday’s canvas
Leaving behind a broken heart that takes its own life
How can he who paints such beauty be capable of such cruelty?

That is the eternal question
A man once thought that a watch left on the beach must have a creator
The same man applied it to the cosmos
This cosmos must have a creator
But for that watch on the beach
what was its maker like?
Was he cruel?
Was he kind?
We know not.
The same applies for the cosmos.
If a maker the cosmos has
Is he cruel? Is he kind?
Iago in Verdi’s Otello says he serves a cruel god
The explanation (that Shakespeare never offered)
As to why Iago told such lies about Desdemona to his friend Othello

That is the ultimate horror
If the cosmos a creator has
is ultimately a cruel being
Rather than face that horror
that’s why many atheism and agnosticism embrace
Though ironically in Transhumanism modern
The theory is posed,
We all live in a computer generated matrix
But then who created that matrix?

To substitute God for ultimate Virtual Reality designer
The question of kindness and cruelty remains unanswered

Lucifer was an artist
That ultimate rebel
For only an artist can seduce
The Satan of the Book of Job was the fallen Archangel Samael
An angelic lawyer who fell
like lawyers are prone to do
He takes away and scatters
But he cannot seduce
like Lucifer the Devil did to Eve
He promises beauty and godhood
But cannot deliver
for he is ultimately not the source of both

Between the moon and sixpence
our artist anti-hero decides Paris is not
and goes to Tahiti
that South Pacific paradise
And will he finally find Paradise there?

There he finds Ata a South Seas woman
and there he says words he’d never thought he’d speak, “Love”
And there the man paints Eden
on the walls of his hut
Towards the end of his life he becomes kind
Not cruel
Not indifferent
For genius on its own can never find Paradise
It needs to hold the hand of Love

Angst ridden artists, poets and musicians history has seen many
Some have seduced and left broken hearts by the thousands
Others were kind and compassionate
The ability to create is a form of beauty
It is alluring
And with its allure
comes the ability to seduce

Creating beauty is only true when mixed with love and kindness
And leaves the perturbing question
Was the Creator of the Cosmos one with love?

To create a cosmos so vast and all encompassing
We mortal beings cannot comprehend such a Creator
Surely a giant?
Or maybe a phony hiding behind a curtain like that wizard of Oz?

The instances of love we can comprehend
Such as a child in its mother’s arms
The smile of the child towards mother
And the smile of the mother towards child

And that is why Oscar Wilde
whose Dorian Gray showed so shockingly how art and beauty could be used for evil
embraced as Creator the Babe who was born in Bethlehem
In whose humanity and divinity, Love and Intellect are one.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday March 2nd
2019
inspired by watching
the 1942 movie
The Moon and Sixpence

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On Going Home Again: A Short Poem Written by Christopher

December 20, 2018 at 11:44 pm (Commentary, Ghost Story, Life, Nature, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , )

I’ll be home for Christmas?

If only in my dreams?

One really can’t truly go home again.

For all that remains are dead leaves
that lie crumpled and lifeless
having long lost the vibrant colours
they so boldly wore
in the glory of autumn.

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The Little Mermaid’s Tea Party For November 2018

November 6, 2018 at 11:11 pm (Life) (, , )

The beautiful and lovely Little Mermaid once again hosts a WordPress tea party- this time for the month of November 2018.

The Little Mermaid

What better way to suggest friendliness – and to create it – than with a cup of tea?” -J. Grayson Luttrell

Aloha, charming WordPressers!

I’m delighted to announce you that The Little Mermaid is hosting her fifth monthly tea party on her website. What? A tea party? On WordPress? When? How? For whom? Alright..alright…take it easy. I’m coming on to your questions.

Classically, a ‘tea party’ makes one think of superiorly elegant and elaborate affairs of the Victorian times. It also conjures up images of fluffy scones, flavoursome muffins, Devonshire Cream and dainty sandwiches served on fine silver or deluxe bone china. Still, the elemental part of a tea party remains the affable exchange of dialogue among the invitees. Almost indistinguishably, the tea party that I am organizing is an online social event hosted in honour of bloggers, that is US! Blogging is most enjoyable when it is done interactively…

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Jack O’ Hare Meets The Mermaid of The Red Deer: A Poem

October 26, 2018 at 9:42 pm (Arts, Entertainment, Folklore, Life, love, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

A huge silvery white moon rose in majestic glory
above the sky, above the clouds and above the canyon
its luminous giant white disc
causing dazzling lights
and mysterious shadows
to fall on top of the skyclad Badlands cutbank hills
that formed like magic mountains
in the canyon of the Dry Island Buffalo Jump
through which the magical enchanted Red Deer River flowed
in this majestic spot
near the town of Huxley, Alberta

The lantern in the sky
acted like a theatrical magic lantern
from years gone by
in its dazzling array of
flickering lights
and
shapeshifting shadows
that sparkled and danced
on the Badlands hills
like fairies and gnomes
engaged in a tug of war
to see which magical creatures would come out
on top.

On this enchanted evening
five days before Halloween
when pure magic was in the air
on riverbank rocks sat
the noble Jack O’ Hare.

A wild hare jack rabbit
and explorer of Canada’s west
He’d been there, done that
never settled for 2nd best

“Greetings, Jack,” the mermaid of the Red Deer
raised her head above the glistening moonlit waters.
“Greetings, fair mermaid,” Jack raised his bunny ears
in greeting.

“All is well?” The mermaid asked.
“All is well,” Jack answered,
“and all will be well.”
“Glad to hear it,” the mermaid smiled
as starlight danced in her eyes.

The mermaid disappeared under the waves of the river
swimming south to Drumheller
the hub of the Red Deer River Badlands
and birthplace of Jack’s friend.

The mermaid swam to impart
the blessings of this night down there
And birds sang gently in the trees,
All is well, all will be well.

And Jack hopped up the river bank
and continued his trek under
the midnight moonlit sky
as the birds continued to sing
their cheerful lullaby.

-A Jack O’Hare poem
written by Christopher
Friday October 26th
2018.

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