Remembering Kelly – There are times, when we can’t help but remember….

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          In the early to mid 90’s I got my first computer. Donovan built her from components and packed “Baby” with every program he had and then some. I had no knowledge of computers and so while he was installing everything he made me take notes. What a guy! I had a business that required an on-line presence and he graciously offered his services. Back then it was Pentium something and discs for backup. Baby weighed a ton! They were called towers and she was a tower alright.

          I was amazed at the freedom she gave me. I had a Talent Agency at the time. It was no longer couriers but images over a built-in fax program. I could be on-line, via a dial-up, which I can still hear ringing in my ears to this day and had the option to pickup a phone call via my Lan line through a pop up asking me to pickup or take a message. All extremely fascinating. If I got into trouble Donovan had set up a remote so that he had access to my system whenever I needed help. Watching the cursor moving things around was a little weird, but Donovan was doing his best to detangle me.

          As I got more and more comfortable with Baby, I saw a program that I was unfamiliar with. It was called POWOW. I asked him what that was all about. A Chat program he said. Hmm a what? Yes, he said just run it and makeup a name and create a password. Oh, I said. I wasn’t particularly interested in “Chatting” with “People” I knew nothing about. So, I left it.

          As time went on, I became more and more curious about POWOW, sitting around on my desktop. A kind of fear I was unfamiliar with, was making me increasingly curious. What the heck could happen? After all, Donovan wouldn’t put me in danger. Would he? So, I got up my nerve and ran the program. Filling in a name? As I was a sort of LoneWolf I chose that. Nope. So I added a “y”. So I became LoneWolfy. Good enough I thought and not really suggestive in any way. Maybe these “Chatters” would leave me alone. So, it runs. I see all kinds of categories for “rooms”. All kinds of rooms. Music rooms, kids chat, Family rooms, Vet rooms, Alcoholic Anonymous rooms, Gay rooms, you name it! I picked a Family room section. SAFE.

For some reason I picked The Dragonlady’s Lair. A little risky but it was a family room after all. Bravely I connected. Suddenly my screen was filled with dialogue. I watched very tentatively but was very leery. I felt like I was intruding on other people’s lives so I quickly left. Closed the program and sighed a great sigh of relief.

          I left that alone for some time. BUT as they say, curiosity got the better of me. Gradually I started feeling welcome. They chatted about their kids. The concerts they’d been to or just everyday occurrences. They started to call me Lone. Ah! A nickname already! These people were from all over. Seemed to mostly be the States but, however. I began to type in.

Friendly bunch. I cruised around a bit checking out other rooms. POWOW was frequently updating its capabilities. Instructions to download Beta this or that. Fortunately, there were, what we referred as Techy friends in The Lair and they could guide us through the installations. Also frightening. You could have a Private chat, share websites together and we all learned how to build a site. Updates brought robot voices, coloured text and other capabilities I can’t even recall what else. Emoticons weren’t the thing then. We all had a very long list of strings of letters like OMG, Tc, Rotflmao etc and we stored them in F keys. It was fascinating how the robot voice could translate the OMG to actually say Oh My God.

          The Dragon Lady’s Lair became my on-line home. Much like Face Book is today but different. Information, advertisements and pleas for donations weren’t a part of the program. It was simply an on line community. People helping people intellectually and emotionally.

Here’s where Kelly comes into the picture. She created the Dragonlady’s Lair. It was her room and her rules. Anyone causing trouble or being abusive in any way was bumped out by the program. As it turns out we all eventually discovered that she was on Oxygen 24/7 and started the room to keep herself busy and to try to help people in any way she could. Although Kelly was fragile in a physical way, she was a mental giant. We all loved her dearly. She was the Boss and was to be taken seriously. She helped me over many hurdles, as she did others. She even helped me recover from an on-line/off-line romance that went terribly wrong. Yet another story about giving your self away to people who can manipulate you, if you let them. She saw it coming. Who takes advise? But this is not my story.

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What I know

At one point she lived in California. Where? I’m not sure. I do know that she was a Hippy. She made leather Chaps, dresses and other types of leather clothing and jewelry with stones she gathered. Her nick name was Little Britches. In her lifetime she’d been a waitress, and long haul truck driver, an endurance horse rider and who knows what else. He hubby was an Engineer and Todd towered over her tiny presence physically. Todd was a gentle spirit. They’d raised Apoloosas for a time but the dream was to own a small log cabin, somewhere where peace and tranquility prevailed. Well they found it in the south-east corner of Idaho. It stood on “K” mountain and with a view of the mountains of Montana. A precious Border Collie named “Taz”, 10 cats, 3 horses and whatever wild life came to their door.

          That part of Idaho was ranching country. They lived outside of a town called Salmon, with a population of about 2800. Kelly got herself a job working with computers. Quickly mastering technical skills, she was able to install, repair and take a computer apart in no time. Somewhere along the line she made the decision to be a force behind improving the internet situation in the Salmon area. No small feat. She needed the power lines and the cattlemen behind her. She was responsible for establishing the first Internet Provider in the area. All this from a 5 ft, 100 lbs wet, determined woman.

          I guess the hippy days in California and the fact that she smoked both cigarettes and weed took its toll eventually. But not before she won the war. Not before I found a friend. Not before I got to visit that little place of heaven a few times.

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These pictures are etched in my mind. They will live there forever. They will always remind me that home is where the heart is. It was my home for a short & sweet time and being there brought me contentment & a feeling of peace. My friend Greg commented that “It sure looks like a corner of Paradise there. You’ll carry this trip in your soul forever.” Yes, I will…I spent another 2 weeks there over New Years 2000 and another two Summer visits and funny! but it was still like “coming home” for me.

Her last Christmas Todd asked me to come to visit. They arranged and paid for everything. He said she wanted me to come. I had no money but that wasn’t even a consideration. My family was not impressed. Miss Christmas? Fly away on Christmas Eve? Then forget dinner we eat at 7pm and you’ll be at the airport.

Yes, I said.

          A usual they had to drive 4 hours to pick me up. Salmon was 4 hours or so from the nearest international airports. Plus, it was Winter. The mountain drive through Montana to Salmon was hazardous but Kelly’s daughter was as determined a woman as Kelly herself. When we finally arrived at about 2 am I discovered that they’d held off their Christmas for me. We opened a couple of gifts and tucked in. I’m going to have to interject here. My own family couldn’t have dinner a little earlier on Christmas Eve. My mother gave me cab fare to get to the airport. These, practically complete strangers, drove miles to pick me up and held their Christmas until I arrived.

          One evening after the festivities Kelly and I got to talking until way into the small hours. It was dark, quiet and cleared skied. She motioned to me to get a small box from under a table. Inside were several pieces of jewelry, including some rings which she’d made. Pick one, she said. I wear that ring all the time. Hardly ever take it off. People ask me about it constantly. Inside the band are the initials L.B. for Little Britches. I tell them about Kelly, her accomplishments and kindness. I tell them she was a 5’ 100lb wet force of energy. I tell them she was strong till it was her time to go. I tell them of her generosity of spirit. I tell them that she was a force of nature. I also tell them that I was blessed to have found her in a little chat room on-line called THE DRAGON LADY’S LAIR.

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DEAREST KELLY,

– my letter-

I will never forget you. I can’t imagine what you’re thinking about the way things are now technologically. We did have some fun times didn’t we? I imagine Taz and Chivon are with you now. I hope Taz is behaving and you’re having some great rides with Chivon.

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You used to eye those unused saddles on the back porch. I know you wanted to ride. I guess that tiny roach you had from years ago is still in the jewelry box. Too bad we couldn’t have finished it off down by the creek as you’d hoped. I think of you often. I still wear that beautiful ring, always. It’s a symbol of warmth and strength for me. Thankyou for being you Kelly.

Love Jen xo

p.s. I still have the t-shirt that Nukie designed for the Lair, and the hat. Oh! And the Dragon Art work. One of your Dragon Babies with the amethyst crystal sits on my desk. And Kelly? Maybe one day I’ll come visit and bring you some white daisies like the one’s you had in the garden. TC, Jen xo

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The Remarkable – Allan Sherman!

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Nov 30, 1924 – Nov 20, 1973 (age 48)

I decided to introduce you to Allan Sherman. My first introduction was listening to “Hello Mudda, Hello Faddah” which has us in hysterics as teens in the 60’s. I myself had a copy of the record above. To this day I think he was a genious. He put the funniest lyrics to classical music. I hope that after you hear a couple of his songs on this page, you’ll seek out more of his repertoire. You won’t regret it. By all accounts he went out laughing as he entertained some house guests 😊

A little about the man from Wiki

“Allan Sherman was an American comedy writer, television producer, singer and actor who became famous as a song parodist in the early 1960s. His first album, My Son, the Folk Singer, became the fastest-selling record album up to that time. His biggest hit single was “Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh”, a comic novelty in which a boy describes his summer camp experiences to the tune of Ponchielli’s Dance of the Hours.” – Wikipedia

Sherman was born in Chicago, to Percy Copelon and Rose Sherman. Percy was an auto mechanic and race car driver who, like his son, suffered from obesity, and died while attempting a 100-day diet. Sherman’s parents divorced when he was in grade school, and the son adopted his mother’s maiden name. Due to his parents constantly moving to new residences, he attended over a dozen public schools in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and Miami. He attended the University of Illinois. -Wikipedia-

 

 In his final years, Sherman’s alcoholism and weight gain caused severe deterioration of his health; he later developed diabetes and struggled with lung disease. In 1966, his wife Dee filed for divorce and received full custody of their son and daughter. -Wikipedia-

Sherman lived on unemployment benefits for a time and moved into the Motion Picture and Television Hospital for a short time to lose weight. He died of emphysema at his home in West Hollywood at age 48. -Wikipedia-

 

Well that’s just a taste of many. I hope you enjoyed them.

 

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The Bard – aka William Shakespeare

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The word “bard” means poet. Bards were traveling poets in medieval times, who made a living performing and telling stories. Shakespeare’s plays can be grouped into three categories:

  • Comedies – Well known comedies include: A Midsummer Nights Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, and As You Like It.

  • Tragedies – Some popular tragedies are: Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Macbeth, and Hamlet.

  • Histories – Some of his best histories would be Richard III, Henry IV, Henry V, and Henry VI.

One thing that set him apart from other playwrights was the way he would combine parts of all three categories, so his tragedies would have comic relief and comedies would have some serious parts. This was something that had not been done before that time.

Part of the genius that is Shakespeare was the fact that his work appealed to everyone, from kings to peasants. More than 400 years have passed since his birth, and his plays are still being read and performed all over the world.

 Shakespeare had influence in shaping the English language more than anyone has ever done. Over 2000 new words and phrases were created by him, including: football, schoolboy, mimic, upstairs, downstairs, shooting star, and partner.

There are many famous quotes of Shakespeare that have lasted through time that most educated people know. These show how he is still influencing our lives today:

  • “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” (Romeo and Juliet)

  • “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” (Hamlet)

  • “Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!” (Macbeth)

  • “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

  • “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” (Sonnet 18)

  • “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” (As You Like It)

Most of Shakespeare’s sonnets are constructed of three quatrains, or four-line stanzas, and end with a couplet (two lines). This makes up the 14-line sonnet.

The rhythm of each line is iambic pentamiter In English, to have a certain rhythm in a poem, you use a combination of stressed and unstressed syllables. Iambic is two syllables; the first is not stressed, but the second is accented. Each set of two syllables is called a foot, and five feet make up a pentameter. So each line of a Shakespearean sonnet has ten syllables.  Courtesy of YourDictionary.com

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Between 1593 and 1594, theatres in London were closed because of the plague. During this period Shakespeare wrote two famous narrative poems. …Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets in total. We don’t know who they are addressed to, or even if they were all written about the same person.

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There is much written about The Bard and the meaning between his lines. As any writer knows it is usually up to the reader to make it there own.

One of my favourite Sonnets is Sonnet 29.

When, in disgrace with fortune

and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast

state,

And trouble deaf heaven with

my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse

my fate,

Wishing me like to one more

rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him

with friends possessed,

Desiring this man’s art and

that man’s fate,

With what I most enjoy

contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself

almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and

then my state,

Like to the lark at break of

day arising

From sullen earth sings hymns

at heaven’s gate

For thy sweet love

remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to

change my state with kings.

William Shakespeare

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Peggy’s Good-bye

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Zinnia for remembrance

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Peggy was a beautiful woman in many ways. Not merely in the physical sense. She was strong & stood by her beliefs but never to the detriment of others. In fact, she took up the fight on behalf of others to try to make things better for all those around her. She was one of the bravest women I’ve ever met. Unafraid of new ventures…unafraid of the unknown. In fact, she grasped new challenges with a zest for life. She even grasped the challenge of her final defeat. But physically she could not fight her challenger and we have all lost a wonderful spirit. We can but hold on to the fact that she lived a life that taught us all about the Miracle of the Human Spirit and what it means to grab on to life & make the most of its challenges…

You will remain forever in my Heart & Mind Peggy. We taught each other so many things…I will miss the sharing we had that ran so freely when we talked until the wee hours of the morning…And the Joy I saw in your Heart that flowed through you into those around you. You’re raspy laugh still rings in my ears and your sarcasm could kill.

Peggy its been awhile…its now May & I think of how much you loved to plant the most beautiful flowers & all kinds of Herbs on your balcony which was your Summer haven…We’re planting early this year Peggy…maybe you know that already…I’ve planted Herbs in your honour *smile*…I miss you…

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That was 1998…gee time flies…As I write this its April of 1999! Spring & the new flowers are just around the corner…I still think of you Peg…you will always be with me in Spirit…

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Peggy its now March 17,2004 so much has changed but I know you would have challenged everything and been very active with your opinions. You’re are still missed, and I know I’d have had you doing these Web Pages had you stayed around ~grin~.

You gave so much of yourself to others…

January 6, 2019

The last time I addressed this letter was 15? years ago, not sure, why I’m returning to it now. Perhaps I’m recognizing my own mortality or maybe because I’ve addressed some of the other exceptional women that I’ve had the privilege to get to know or simply meet. These women touch your spirit. They have a radiance that draws people to them.

There are many exceptional women in this world who touch more lives simply with their presence. They may not be powerful in the common sense of the word, but their power exists. These women may be too busy with life around them to even realize their strength or the kind of positive influence they have on others.

I’ll end this now before it get’s sappy.

But if you’ll allow me, I’ll say another goodbye.

-Til the next time Peg.-

 

In the Setting Sun,

so warm,

so soft,

so bright…

I saw the Sleeping Daylight,

Slip softly into night,

And learned while I was watching

A lesson I well knew….

You never lose someone you’ve loved,

For they are a part of you.

©J.E.Goldie

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The Rainbow Bridge…

 

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The Rainbow Bridge is a meadow where animals wait for their humans to join them, and the bridge that takes them all to Heaven, together.

The Rainbow Bridge is the theme of several works of poetry written in the 1980s and 1990s that speak of an other-worldly place where pets go upon death, eventually to be reunited with their owners.

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This poem, and like versions, has helped to sooth those of us who have lost our beloved friends. Anyone who has experienced the kind of devotion and unconditional love that only our four-legged friends can offer will surely understand. – J.E.Goldie

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The Snow Goose

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The Snow Goose, by Paul Gallico is another Short Story everyone should read. Apparently it wasn’t immediately accepted as it involved a love story between a young girl and an ostricized man. But as effemeral as it may seem, a love story it is. The snow goose is what brings them together in time.


For who can love

so deeply

in the shortness 

of time,

and

deny the reverie.

©J.E.Goldie  1/5/2019


 

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“The Snow Goose is a simple, short written parable on the regenerative power of friendship and love, set against a backdrop of the horror of war. It documents the growth of a friendship between Philip Rhayader, an artist living a solitary life in an abandoned lighthouse in the marshlands, of  Essex because of his disabilities, and a young local girl, Fritha. The Snow Goose, symbolic of both Rhayader (Gallico) and the world itself, wounded by gunshot and many miles from home, is found by Fritha and, as the human friendship blossoms, the bird is nursed back to flight, and revisits the lighthouse in its migration for several years. As Fritha grows up, Rhayader and his small sailboat eventually are lost in the Dunkirk evacuation, having saved several hundred men. The bird, which was with Rhayader, returns briefly to the grown Fritha on the marshes. She interprets this as Rhayader’s soul taking farewell of her (and realizes she had come to love him). Afterwards, a German pilot destroys Rhayader’s lighthouse and all of his work, except for one portrait Fritha saves after his death: a painting of her as Rhayader first saw her—a child, with the wounded snow goose in her arms.” WIKIPEDIA

 

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Paul William Gallico (July 26, 1897 – July 15, 1976) was an American novelist, short story and sports writer. Many of his works were adapted for motion pictures. He is perhaps best remembered for The Snow Goose, his only real critical success, and for the novel The Poseidon Adventure, primarily through the 1972 film adaptation.

 

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A depiction of the snow goose hovering over Rhayader as he recues the soldiers from the beach

 

“It was supposed to have appeared at intervals the last days between Dunkirk and La Panne. If you saw it, you were eventually saved. That sort of thing. “

“H’m’m’m,” said Brill-Oudener. “a wild goose. I saw a tamed one. Dashed strange experience. Tragic, in a way, too. 

“Toward six o’clock we sighted a derelict small boat. Seemed to be a chap or body in her. And a bird perched on the rail.”

“We changed our course when we got nearer, and went over for a look-see. By Gad, it was a chap or had been, poor fellow. Machine gunned, you know. Badly. Face down in the water. Bird was a goose, a tame one.”

“We drifted close, but when one of our chaps reached over, the bird hissed at him and near struck at him with her wings. Couldn’t drive it off. “

“When we turned our attention to the derelict again, she was gone. Sunk. Concussion, you know. Chap with her. He must have been lashed to her. The bird got up and was circling. Three times, like a plane saluting. Dashed queer feeling. Then she flew off to the west. Lucky thing for us we went over to have a look, eh? Odd that you should mention a goose.”

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Desiderata

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In 1927 a man named Max Ehrmann wrote this poem, which at the time, drew little attention. However, it became hugely popular in the 60’s and 70’s when someone decided to print posters of the poem. Pretty soon it was on the walls of thousands of dorms, bedrooms and homes, including my own. I remember it as being inspirational. It was gifted to anyone and everyone. This is simply my way of bringing it to the attention of all of those people who may have not had the reading privilege.

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Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.


Max Ehrmann 1927

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The Little Prince

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“I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more. It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”

A quote from THE LITTLE PRINCE by Antoine de Saint Exupery…one of my favourite books and one every man, woman & child should read…

 

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near –

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“Its your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any harm; but you wanted me to tame you…”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the colour of the wheat fields.” And then he added: “Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.”

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The little prince went away, to look again at the roses…..And when he went back to meet the fox. “Goodbye,” he said.

“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”….

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”….

“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible forever, for what you have tamed.

You are responsible for your rose….”

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Jonathan Livingston Seagull

 

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JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL

was written by Richard Bach. But then, you may have already known that small detail. If you’ve never read this tiny, powerful chronicle you should. 

This is my endeavour to introduce you. 

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Fletcher turned to his instructor, and there was a moment of fright in his eye. “Me leading? What do you mean, me leading? You’re the instructor here. You couldn’t leave!”

“Couldn’t I? Don’t you think that there might be other flocks, other Fletchers, that need an instructor more than this one, that’s on its way toward the light?”

“Me? Jon, I’m just a plain seagull, and you’re….”

“…the only Son of the Great Gull, I suppose?” Jonathan sighed and looked out to sea. “You don’t need me any longer. You need to keep finding yourself, a little more each day, that real, unlimited Fletcher Seagull. He’s your instructor. You need to understand him and to practice him.”

A moment later Jonathan’s body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. “Don’t let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a God. O.K., Fletch? I’m a seagull. I like to fly, maybe…”

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“JONATHAN!”

“Poor Fletch. Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly.”

The shimmering stopped. Jonathan Seagull had vanished into empty air.

After a time, Fletcher Gull dragged himself into the sky and faced a brand-new group of students, eager for their first lesson.

“To begin with,” he said heavily, “you’ve got to understand that a seagull is an unlimited idea of freedom, an image of the Great Gull, and your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip, is nothing more than your thought itself.”

The young gulls looked at him quizzically. Hey, man, they thought, this doesn’t sound like a rule for a loop.

Fletcher sighed and started over. “Hm. Ah…very well,” he said, and eyed the critically. “Let’s begin with Level Flight.” And saying that, he understood all at once that his friend had quite honestly been no more devine than Fletcher himself.

No limits, Jonathan? he thought. Well, then, the time’s not distant when I’m going to appear out of thin air on your beach, and show you a thing or two about flying!

And though he tried to look properly severe for his students, Fletcher Seagull suddenly saw them as they really were, just for a moment, and he more than liked, he loved what he saw. No limits, Jonathan? he thought, and he smiled. His race to learn had begun.

 

“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” 
― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way”.” 
― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill.” 
― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

 

 

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✨Happy New Year 2019!✨

It’s been just over a month since I started this Blog. I had no preconceived ideas about what to expect.

          My message is a positive one. I have come to love the responses I am privileged to receive. Indeed, I am delighted when so many of you who follow, do respond. I have read some wonderfully written prose, poems and stories. I have read some brilliant and honest insights. I have laughed and cried.

          My initial exposure to social media was a long time ago and my, how things have changed. Sometimes I wonder if its better. There were no ADS, no hidden agendas, no public postings and no messenger, telling you your messages were being ignored or not responded to. It was simply sharing ideas, knowledge and a kind of communal friendship. Peace and harmony generally prevailed.

Bottom line is:

I’d like to thank all my followers for their support. As writers, designers or whatever your medium or philosophy is, we need to know at least one person is reading our posts.

May the coming year bring you all your hopes and dreams, your good health and friendships!

Love Jen 💜

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Karen! It’s Christmas!

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Oh, I know you know 😊     

It’s just been awhile since we talked.

I miss your words of wisdom. You always had a way of helping people through.

Didn’t matter who.

I remember having arguments with you about friends. You insisted that everyone was your friend. I, on the other hand disagreed with you. BUT! as you always did, you understood. My back is feeling a little damaged right now, but I know what you’d say. Friends come and go but they’re never far away. 

How long has it been? Two or three? I don’t remember because you’ll always be with me.

I don’t regret coming to see you. I’m sorry for that but I wanted to remember you just as you always were. I knew you’d get that too.

Christmas Time was your favourite time I know. No one went without, even when things weren’t right for you, you gave your time and everything you had to others. Those without families were welcome to your “Orphan’s Christmas” and though I wasn’t an orphan I was always welcome. Here’s a lovely tree from me.

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A little crazy I know,

but I wanted to bring you light! and love. 

Enough of that your saying 🙄

I knew you’d have a laugh. 

A little gauche! you’d say.😏

anyways

Give my love to Mackie and a great big hug. Many stories there, you’d say and comment with a shrug.

You always had a way with words. A way to comfort too. 

This is my Christmas Letter

Too you. 💌💝

Love Jen xo

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Keele St. Lady

 

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I mean, I just could not believe this woman. I was standing on the outdoor platform at the Keele Subway, waiting for the Weston Rd. bus and in walks this woman completely ignoring the NO ENTRY sign. It was understandable, because, well, you should have seen her. I’ve seen bag ladies before, you know, on Yonge St. and in and around it, but wow… Maybe it was the heat.

          Anyways, I stopped to look on the bright side.  It’s great! I have my own Bag Lady. She was beautiful! From the moment I saw her I could not take my eyes off her. She was incredible and even pathetic! Not all of them can be called pathetic. But mine’s pathetic, oh yes, for sure!

She had sores, red and painful looking, on her face, uncovered arms and back. Her faded floral print dress was torn at the back and bottom front, revealing a white lace slip. That slip, something about that slip gave her a prosperous past. The same thing crossed my mind about her hair. It was obviously quite long. She wore it up in a kind of messy Katharine Hepburn way.  And you know what? She had what amounted to a beard. I kid you not! Strands or clumps of hair about six inches long were coming out of her chin here and there. She had sandals on and I could see that she had callouses on her callouses. A natural shoe, I supposed. I wondered it her feet hurt. Mine did.

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So, she walks right in with the NO ENTRY sign staring her in the face while ignoring the TTC guy in the ticket booth who was banging on the window. “Hey! Lady!”. At first, I was annoyed at him, then I thought it was kind of neat, him calling her lady, somehow.

          She walked another few steps with her bags, then turned around and saying nothing retreated to the street. She then stopped, bent over her bags and removed a wallet, or change purse, opened it and looked inside.  She then returned it to her bag and proceeded to walk north on Keele St. and out of my sight.

My Lady doesn’t seem to give a damn. I think I like that. My Lady is proud. I admire her somehow. Her only problem is that we have a problem with her. She’s doing some of us a service. She reminds of that familiar phrase, “There but for you go I.” We all face the same kind of reality every day. She doesn’t give a shit what she looks like, or maybe that’s only our perception. She probably looks just fine in her eyes. Her only problem is how we look at her and that may only bother her, from time to time………..

©J.E.Goldie

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An Autumn’s Eve

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I first saw her on a clear, windy Autumn’s Eve. You know, when the wind causes maelstroms of crisp golden leaves to swirl at your feet and catch in your hair. When there’s a real chill in the air. It’s not cold, just cold enough to wish you’d worn a heavier coat. She was walking at a quick pace. She had to. She was being walked by a pretty large dog which I was sure would have stood taller than her on its hind legs.  She looked weary and windswept yet happy to be alive. There seemed to be a definite air of joy about her.

I’m not quite sure why she caught my eyes. She had an eminent air about her. Life looked to be happening for her. Reality and urgency were in her every breath. That excites me. People like her are not part of the crowd but rather, stand out in a crowd. They are never alone unless they want to be.

Highly motivated people fascinate me. What drives them and why so hard?  I’m drawn to them instinctively. My instinct is to play sous chef. To carefully set the rigging. To secure the net for he high wire walker.

As she walked by I couldn’t help but turn around and watch as she walked away. I’m glad I did. Just ahead of her was an interesting sight. Approaching her and her beast were two other rather large animals, unleashed and beginning to take an interest of the not-so-nice kind. Her charge was also gathering up a lather about the impending situation.  Been there before I thought. Just in case I began to meander towards her to possibly be of assistance. 

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The situation began to intensify and suddenly the air became heavy with impending doom. Two against two I thought, but one of the two was considerably smaller yet just as tough. I stepped into view. Not wanting to interfere I was cautious and simply said, “Gonna need some help here?”. The response came quickly. “What do you think! ?”  She started to dig her heals in trying to control her charge and cursing like a trooper!. Meanwhile the two top guns that seemed to be of free will and abandon came charging towards us. They suddenly halted with the sound of a distant whistle, turned tail and with equal abandon flew off in the opposite direction.

We then looked at each other, shared passing amenities, and off she went.  I’ll never forget her. Nice crisp night I thought. Maybe I’ll get a dog. Another gust of wind-swept a cluster of leaves through my hair. Funny what the wind brings. I slowly removed one last clinging golden leaf and drifted home with a memory.

©J.E.Goldie 2018