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How would we do it
all over again?

Thank you for
little boys and little girls.

My seven year old grandson has given me this gift,
to be a seven year old little girl whenever we are together at play.
What delight to play with such rapture
with the whole world there in front of me
engaged in our play at hand.

What little boys, little girls teach about life….
To be one with what is
Always in the moment.
The world is out there
waiting for my action
to participate, to mingle
with what next calls to me.
This call is my task of the moment
I am one within the moment
the moment is all that there is,
nothing but this moment.

Hélène Vaillant©

Specific

 

Specific, is a word that I don’t identify with unless it is extremely practical to do so.
Like dispensing medication or other life matters that require a standard action or involvement.

Other than that, my life is more like a flow. I go with the punches but do know how to avoid them too.
I don’t do anything by the book, neither to I live according to a specific lifestyle.

I don’t follow recipes, I look at them and then do my own thing. (using some of the original recipe at times)
I don’t paint realistically, I go with what my heart says and just watch what comes up on the watercolor paper.
Amazing results sometimes. Other times I don’t like it but I cannot adhere to specifications or rules or whatnot.

I am not rebellious, well maybe just a little. I am not hard to get along with if you let me be who I am as I am.

Specific.  I am getting on in age so perhaps I owe myself a bit of “straying off the beaten path”.

Hélène Vaillant©

Specific

Sandbox Writing Challenge #69

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Sandbox Writing Challenge #69 — What I want to be when I grow up – again!

If you were to be reborn again,
what would you like to be reborn as?

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Today I am in a material mood of comfort and protection.
Which brings me to wanting to be reborn as a woman, most definitely, with all the comforts of a lavish home with servants and, at the same time, utmost privacy.

I am not usually in this kind of mood. Today I ache, feel tired and older in my years. My body has taken over my senses to its threshold of emotions, feelings and seeing the physical as keeping me captive to venturing further within myself.

It used to be that I was a very spiritual being, nonchalant to the physical comforts around me. Could be that I was taking too much for granted. I do have all I need today and always have had it. So why would I be looking for more, as if this now is not enough.

Hopefully I will find myself once again in time. Right now I seem to be lost in a dark forest as I wander aimlessly around in a circle.

Come to think of it, I would prefer to be reborn as me again, with all that I have learned thus far in my life. Especially that these 73 years of experience has taught me well. These lessons learned would be a great asset to my re-born life.
Can I be reborn with all this knowledge and wisdom right off the bat????

….hehehehe.

Hélène/Mother Willow ©

 

 

Novel – #SoCS

Have you noticed that things are brought to you when you need to have them or,
see them or, take notice of them etc.

Such was the case for me in regards to Novels these past few months.
This also happens to me in many areas of my life
but I will stick to our prompt for this post which is novel

Browsing through our free library at the condo I came upon a book titled “The Kitchen House”, written five years ago. It was the kind of subject matter I love reading about.
It ended up being a great read that left me with wanting more of the same.

When I finished reading this book, I went to my favorite book store to get some new reading material.
The first book I saw was just out from the press a few days before.
It was the continuation of the first book written 5 years before.
Of course I bought it and brought it home.
I had no idea there was a sequel to the first book.
Now I do hope there will be more to come of this educational and historical, novel story.

Hélène/Mother Willow©

For your information here are the novels if it interests you:

1- The Kitchen House: A Novel
By Kathleen Grissom

Kathleen Grissom, New York Times bestselling author of the highly anticipated Glory Over Everything, established herself as a remarkable new talent with The Kitchen House, now a contemporary classic. In this gripping novel, a dark secret threatens to expose the best and worst in everyone tied to the estate at a thriving plantation in Virginia in the decades before the Civil War.

Orphaned during her passage from Ireland, young, white Lavinia arrives on the steps of the kitchen house and is placed, as an indentured servant, under the care of Belle, the master’s illegitimate slave daughter. Lavinia learns to cook, clean, and serve food, while guided by the quiet strength and love of her new family.

In time, Lavinia is accepted into the world of the big house, caring for the master’s opium-addicted wife and befriending his dangerous yet protective son. She attempts to straddle the worlds of the kitchen and big house, but her skin color will forever set her apart from Belle and the other slaves.

Through the unique eyes of Lavinia and Belle, Grissom’s debut novel unfolds in a heartbreaking and ultimately hopeful story of class, race, dignity, deep-buried secrets, and familial bonds.

2- Glory Over Everything
By Kathleen Grissom
From the author of the New York Times bestseller and beloved book club favorite The Kitchen House, a novel of family and long-buried secrets along the treacherous Underground Railroad.

Jamie Pyke, son of both a slave and master of Tall Oakes, has a deadly secret that compels him to take a treacherous journey through the Underground Railroad.

Published in 2010, The Kitchen House became a grassroots bestseller. Fans connected so deeply to the book’s characters that the author, Kathleen Grissom, found herself being asked over and over “what happens next?” The wait is finally over.

This new, stand-alone novel opens in 1830, and Jamie, who fled from the Virginian plantation he once called home, is passing in Philadelphia society as a wealthy white silversmith. After many years of striving, Jamie has achieved acclaim and security, only to discover that his aristocratic lover Caroline is pregnant. Before he can reveal his real identity to her, he learns that his beloved servant Pan has been captured and sold into slavery in the South. Pan’s father, to whom Jamie owes a great debt, pleads for Jamie’s help, and Jamie agrees, knowing the journey will take him perilously close to Tall Oakes and the ruthless slave hunter who is still searching for him. Meanwhile, Caroline’s father learns and exposes Jamie’s secret, and Jamie loses his home, his business, and finally Caroline.

Heartbroken and with nothing to lose, Jamie embarks on a trip to a North Carolina plantation where Pan is being held with a former Tall Oakes slave named Sukey, who is intent on getting Pan to the Underground Railroad. Soon the three of them are running through the Great Dismal Swamp, the notoriously deadly hiding place for escaped slaves. Though they have help from those in the Underground Railroad, not all of them will make it out alive.

 

Trees in Autumn

 

Autumn prompts seem to be in vogue this past month. If I write one more prompt on Autumn I will scream.

Contradiction……I do not have a prompt to write about autumn today but I am doing it willingly, hehe.

Autumn is a lovely season. It deserves to be honored, cherished, praised and talked about while it is here. Today for instance it was incredibly warm here for this particular time of year.

Strolling along outside for a while I admired the trees especially. In autumn their silhouette can be fully appreciated. Amazing how much is hidden by the brimming branches of summer leaves.

Made me think of us, human beings, how we cover ourselves and do not let others see us as we are. At least not all the time but sometimes we do. There is so much to learn from our brothers and sisters the trees.

I don’t mean to go around naked, showing my silhouette to the world….But not to be afraid to show who I am, as I am, when the time is right. Letting go my control of pretending for the sake of looking good or being liked.  Since I discovered today that being stripped of coverings is beautiful and much appreciated for its essence.

teaching from the trees
life’s precious pearls
seeing beyond sight

Hélène/Mother Willow©

Miniature

Daily Prompt: Miniature

What makes me smile?

What gives me visual and sensual pleasure?

Little things, little people, especially babies, humans and animals alike.
This miniature world of wonder and awe, the discovery of newness, playful childlike nature, rosy cheeks, bouncing steps, innocence radiating from their eyes, trusting fully.
Such is the miniature world preceding our grown up adult existence.

Yet, I have seen these same characteristics, those that live in the miniature world, demonstrated naturally with a fresh spontaneity through many adults. I marvel at their understanding of what life really is all about. Their sense of newness in every encountered moment.

Little children showing us by example, how to be, how to walk this path with lighter steps and dignity, they need us just as much as we need them.

Hélène/Thoughts

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Thank God For Little Children 
Poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Thank God for little children,
Bright flowers by earth’s wayside,
The dancing, joyous lifeboats
Upon life’s stormy tide.

Thank God for little children;
When our skies are cold and gray,
They come as sunshine to our hearts,
And charm our cares away.

I almost think the angels,
Who tend life’s garden fair,
Drop down the sweet wild blossoms
That bloom around us here.

It seems a breath of heaven
Round many a cradle lies,
And every little baby
Brings a message from the skies.

Dear mothers, guard these jewels.
As sacred offerings meet,
A wealth of household treasures
To lay at Jesus’ feet.

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

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