Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Christmas Book Fair – New Collection – #Verse #Short Stories – Life’s Rich Tapestry : Woven in Words by Sally Cronin

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Delighted to share the news of my own new release today. Life’s Rich Tapestry : Woven in Words is a collection of verse, micro fiction and speculative short stories.

About Life’s Rich Tapestry

Life’s Rich Tapestry is a collection of verse, microfiction and short stories that explore many aspects of our human nature and the wonders of the natural world. Reflections on our earliest beginnings and what is yet to come, with characters as diverse as a French speaking elephant and a cyborg warrior.

Finding the right number of syllables for a Haiku, Tanka, Etheree or Cinquain focuses the mind; as does 99 word microfiction, bringing a different level of intensity to storytelling. You will find stories about the past, the present and the future told in 17 syllables to 2,000 words, all celebrating life.

This book is also recognition of the value to a writer, of being part of…

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Recycling and Climate Change…The Good News… 2nd Dec 2019…

Retired? No one told me!

I love that around the world much is going on to minimize rubbish and clean up the world …I do think we all need to take part though and learn just how and what can be recycled as many things are made from a mixture of various types of plastics which then means they need specialist recycling. I am much more aware when I buy something now as to its composition so that in the event it will need recycling at some stage I know where and how…or even if it can be recycled. Are you?

However, the underlying message I am getting from the many programs that I watch is that ultimately we are at the mercy of big businesses, politicians, and governments who quite frankly are not doing enough…I am scared that much of what I read and see about meat is true in part but the answer…

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Do Over Day

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It’s been one of those days.  There were moments, more than one, when I wanted to hold my hands up to the sky and ask, “Can I erase the last 24 hours and have a do over?”

But that’s a fool’s wish. To wish that life could go backwards and erase, then place before us a new scene all fresh and sparkly clean, is not only futile, it’s self-limiting. Life has a way of serving up our greatest lessons in a bowl filled with needles. They prick us in the exact spot that needs to be healed. They find the wound that was already there, even if it has been buried for a long, long time, and dig in until we bleed fresh.

It’s not always obvious why we’re being pricked and prodded at. Or, why it may seem like we’re being asked to walk over a pile of red-hot coals in order to get to the next leg of our journey.  But, when we allow ourselves to dig down to the essence — that spot that is rubbed raw and open from the wound — we can find a bit of the light behind the story we have just lived.

Today was one of the most challenging days of my life. Maybe not in the top ten, but I’d safely put in in the top twenty-five. It could have been much worse than it was. And, in retrospect, it perhaps wasn’t all that bad after all. If someone else had lived my day, she or he might have considered it less than great, but not all that bad in the greater scheme of things. Just a part of the life of a parent, they might say. To be expected, but not by me.

The events of the last 24 hours brought me out of my individual cocoon of dormant life. Threads were pulled until the raw exposed body remained and I was faced with the choice: Do I find another wrapping to hide inside, or do I face the elements head on. Here’s the thing about these choices, there’s really only one option. If we hide, life will simply find another way to unwrap us, and chances are, it will be a harsher exposure than the one we face at the present moment.

To hide is to put off the inevitable. We are here to learn and grow, and quite often that learning and growing is not just for our sake, but for others as well. Our lives weave together in a sophisticated complexity that our minds cannot wholly grasp. Sometimes it’s better not to ask the full depth of they “why,” then, but to accept the growth that is offered.

Therein lies the beauty. The raw self exposed begins to heal. Air breathes through the freshly opened wounds and the light that feeds life spreads its golden filaments to repair what was once broken. Now I find myself peering inside the wound(s), trusting the network that I cannot wholly understand. How my life is woven to others. Some I barely know, some I have known since conception. I find myself seeing the love that has already woven its threads through the hurt and the pain. I find trust and strength that I didn’t know was there. There is a vulnerability that feels both uncomfortable and embracing.

It could have been worse, much worse, and I am grateful that is wasn’t. Today has been a reminder, above all else, of what is constant and unchanging, albeit difficult to hold onto at times. And that, simply, is love. No matter how difficult we make it for ourselves to find it, it is always there. That constant pulse of life threading through all of us. Love. Pure and simple, yet infinitely complex in its reach. And so I breathe it in with each inhale and trust that it is always enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ani’s Advent Calendar 2019! ~ Stocking Filler?

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Dear Santa,

That’s it… we’re on our way! Counting down to turkey-time! It is time to start the calendar and, this year, I have loads of my friends, two-legs and four,  coming over to share their Christmas stories!

She’s already up to stuff, though. I’ve seen her, hiding things… I just hope that there are no new antlers this year…

Have a word with her, Santa. Maybe, if you come to her this year, you could bob some antlers on her while she sleeps… see how she likes it, eh? Knowing her, though, she’d just laugh… and then put them on me anyway. My two-legs has a weird sense of humour.

She’s not all bad, though. In fact, sometimes, she’s pretty good and does some good stuff. Like the Tennis Ball Tree the two of you made for me with the chicken flavoured star on top.

She says it…

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When did you last check your Amazon Author Page?

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

It has been an interesting week. Having just published Ani’s latest collection,  ‘Doggerel‘, reissued her ‘Notes from a Small Dog‘ and published a new edition of my fantasy, ‘Swords of Destiny‘, I did something I seldom think to do, I checked my Amazon Author Page…

… to be met with an utterly appalling mess.

Stuart’s page was the same when I checked, and he too had just published another book.

It is not going to inspire confidence in your work if the ‘storefront’ is a mess and the customer can’t find what is supposed to be on offer!

While a few books on the author banner were correctly listed, the rest were either:

  • Linked to third party sellers trying to make a fast buck by reselling books at exorbitant prices. One was almost $80! Good luck with that…
  • Linked to deleted third-party sellers and…

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#Bookreview: Artful Alchemy: Physically Challenged Fiber Artists Creating edited by Anne Copeland

Roberta Writes

Book reviews

What Amazon says

This book contains a collection of beautiful art, plus the personal stories of the 23 multi-talented contributors. The common thread through their lives is that each woman has overcome physical and other challenges to become a successful artist in the textile medium.

My review

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I purchased this book about the artwork created by twenty three physically challenged artists, and it really exceeded any expectations I might have had. Each of the twenty three contributors to this anthology has provided some background to their particular disability and how it effects them in their daily lives. The disabilities are far ranging and most people will have come across at least one, if not more, of them in their daily interactions.

Some of the artists are blind or deaf, some were born disabled or became disabled through diseases like polio or cancer, one…

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