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| Prompt: I don't understand how anyone can live without one place of enchantment to turn to. *** A 'place of enchantment' will probably look very different to each of us. We'll likely even use very different terminology when referring to it - safe space, place of inspiration, escapism, quiet place... I think we all have one, in some way, shape, or form; somewhere or something we can turn to. For me, it means a space/place that can enrich and sooth my soul. I have many places I can get lost in or retreat to depending on what I need at that point in time; it could be music, books, movies, nature, just daydreaming, or a coffee date with friends. I can get lost in it all and each one can be a balm, inspire me, allow me to collect my thought, puzzle through a problem, or simply allow me to shut everything else out - each one providing its own unique benefit. I have often thought about what my ideal writing sanctuary would look like. What place would inspire me to write, or not distract me...? I have Olympic level procrastination skills, so the distraction factor is just as important as the inspiration factor. Would it be a library with floor to ceiling shelves full of special editions - each one its own little world of enchantment? A study with an old-fashioned writing desk and a large comfy chair to sit in? Somewhere with an endless supply of hot tea and snacks? A room with a view - out to sea or a mountain scape. Somewhere quiet where I can hear myself think and be Seffi - not just a mum... a wife... or a colleague... at least for a brief moment. Recently, I disappeared into books to help deal with my grief. I think I'm up to about 132 books this year, and that's not including a few re-reads. Reading gave me a tether or anchor to navigate the loss of our family pet. It didn't stop me from grieving, but when I felt like I needed space from it, I picked up a book. I think concentrating on the words and exploring someone else's world and emotion was enough to stem the tears. There have been a lot of late nights - I suffer from insomnia, which was well and truly in full effect recently - and reading gave me something to do at 03:00. I've done something similar with Music. But music has also helped when I have suffered from writer's block. There is a song for every emotion. I lean towards rock and metal, which can end up being quite heavy when I'm feeling particularly emotional - or if I have to really concentrate. I find that the emotive quality of music helps me articulate, channel and process my thoughts and feelings. Sometimes it can be a single line in a song that will inspire me or give me a breakthrough. |
| Prompt: Heart and the Ocean - “Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.” Bob Dylan In what ways is your heart like the ocean? Are you aware of every single thing that your heart holds inside it? *** I have to be honest, I first thought this was the quote from Titanic… Bob Dylan forgot the “and dangerous” part about the ocean. Interestingly, ‘mysterious, dark, and dangerous’ also describes my taste in book-boyfriends… The ocean is vast – as is the ‘hearts’ capacity to love – which is what Dylan is talking about. I doubt he was referring to a physical heart, though you could argue the heart is as vital to our own survival as the ocean is to the world. There is no life without it. At least, one worth living in. Conveniently the same can be said about our metaphorical hearts. The poetic symmetry has a undisputable elegance to it. Love, like the ocean, can be many things depending on… well everything. The ocean is possibly the most powerful force on the planet, and yet it’s affected and influenced by everything that goes on around it: weather (though this is a circular affect), pollutants, and the moon… a possible tangent to friends & family, trauma, and hormones. Love can be all consuming, alluring, and dangerous. It can be calm and enduring. Tempestuous and ferocious. Unexplored and uncharted, yet feels like home. A force of nature that’s hard to steer against. Affected by outside forces that we have little control over. And sometimes, full of scary ‘monsters’ and wrecks from our past… no? Just me then… And sometimes it’s full of sunken treasure. It’s a good comparison. I don’t think anyone could successfully audit a heart. It’s too messy. I think it’s a bit like Mary Poppin’s bag… it’s much bigger on the inside and holds so much more than you think it does; you keep pulling out random crap that you completely forgot was there. Sometimes it’s a nice surprise or memory, other times it’s like you just found one of the kid’s half chewed sweets, half wrapped up… and you pull that universal face of disgust. My point is, it’s rare that you swap one love out for another. Your heart just keeps expanding and filling up with different experiences and people as you navigate life; spouses, parents, siblings, kids, pets, friends, best-friends, ex-boy/girlfriends, places, and hobbies. The things you love and that make you feel alive. There is room for it all. |
| Prompt: "Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared." Tupac Shakur. What does this quote mean to you and what kinds of images does it bring to your mind? *** I am an 40-yr-old white woman who has had many privileges and freedoms in my life and who prefers Rock to Rap. I knew who Tupac Shakur was, how he died, but I never listened to his music. So, I don’t presume to know him or much, if anything, about his lyrics. To me, this quote means hoping/wishing that a person that survived and thrived despite the harsh environment, or challenges they faced, is seen and appreciated for their resilience, perseverance and strength – even if they were/are often seen as delicate or wouldn’t make it. It’s acknowledging the hardships and efforts it takes to ‘make something’ of themselves when perhaps they came from poverty, or violence, or when the world has written them off simply because of the colour of their skin, or where they happen to live, or who their family are. For Tupac, I think he was speaking to those young, black or minority kids who had/have a lot of things stacked against them to succeed. To inspire them and give them hope that ‘beauty’ or ‘success’ can flourish even in the harsh environments they might find themselves. |
| Prompt: Salt. "There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea." Khalil Gibran. Why, do you think salt is so important and necessary, and in what ways? And why do even so many desserts, such as cookies and cakes, call for salt? *** Salt is one of the most important minerals in existence – especially for humans and our civilisations. And, it has one of the most amazing and fascinating histories. There is strong evidence that humans realised it’s importance as far back as 6050 BC, where they boiled salted water to extract it. For thousands of years, it has been used:  In food preservation - to preserve food such as for meats and fish, particularly for winter months where food was harder to come by; In food preparation - such as cakes, biscuits, and rubs, and even the word salad means salted; As currency – as far back as the Anatolia in the Neolithic Era where it is believed to have been bartered for other goods, it was also used as currency in place like the Sahara, in fact, ‘salary’ is derived from the Latin word for ‘salt’. Even the Romans built roads to transport it - that's how important it was to them; In funeral offerings in places like ancient Egypt – it was found in tombs, long with salted meats; In ceremonially and religious offerings - ancient Hebrews sprinkled salt on their offerings, it was tossed into fire for protection, used in fertility rituals; and In wars - salting arable ground to prevent plant re-growth (mentioned in the Bible), Venice v Padua Salt War of 1304, and it was a major cause of the French Revolution (salt tax).Pagans, as well as other religious and cultural communities, also believe that it has many, many magical properties. This is why you will find it used in many spells, practises and rituals to ground, cleanse, purify and even enhance - people, objects, and spells; for example, its ability to absorb negative energies and create a protective barrier around your home (such as across windows and entrances – or demon traps in Supernatural…). Salt and its uses in magic: Table Salt - protection spells and cleansing rituals. Sea Salt – cleanse/purify tools, crystals, and spaces – also associated with emotional healing and the sea/water. Himalayan/Pink Salt - enhance self-love and romance as well as protection. The iron in it is believed to add additional magical properties. Black Salt (salt mixed with ashes/charcoal) - banishing and protection spells because it absorbs negative energy and creates clear/strong boundaries. Kosher Salt - binding spells and rituals requiring clean energy. |
| Prompt: “There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.” ― P.G. Wodehouse. Think about your friends for a minute, do you share the same taste in literature? Maybe movies? Maybe food? What makes your friends special to you? *** I'm old. Kinda. I have certainly been around the sun enough to have collect many different groups of friends, each with their own unique interests - to the point that you'd be forgiven in thinking I have split personalities.... not just one... many. What makes a friend special is the experiences that we share together. Yes, we may have similar tastes in literature, art, music, movies, food, or sports. But it doesn't have to be all or nothing. And it's not what friendship is based on - at least not the ones that last. I love debating what's better... Star Wars or Star Trek, or who could lift Mjolnir, just as much as I like talking about moon phases and why I think the crows outside my house are my spirit animals - yes, I have my own murder! I love reading about Welsh, British, and European folklore, as much as loosing myself in a Stephen King novel. I have friends that cover the different facets of my personality; the loud, the crazy, the quiet, the creative, the dark sides of me. Each phase of my life has held different challenges, "hardships", and lesson that needed to be learnt. It's the people who have survived those baptisms of fire with me that hold the title of friends. Surviving (high)school, college, broken hearts, betrayals, work at different companies, kids.... There is a different type of friends:  The transient ones that will come into your life at a certain point and then leave as you move on - they were never meant to stay in your life. You'll say hi in passing, you might remember their name - you might not. There are the other ones that were important to you, they made you who you are, you look back on them fondly (or not) but it's with hindsight. And then there are those that are so embedded in your bones and your souls that there is no removing them - and to be honest it feels like home having them there, so why would you.It's the later that gets to see all of me; the good, the bad, and the ever so slightly twisted. I guess that's what makes a friend special - the ones that you let see behind the curtain and they love you anyway. |
| Prompt: “To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public."― Theodore Roosevelt. Your thoughts on freedom of speech with all that has happened recently with Jimmy Kimmel. *** I am an outsider. I don’t really understand American politics. I hear a lot about the amendments. I hear terms like ‘freedom of speech’ and ‘right to bear arms’ banded around in a multitude of videos, podcasts, posts, and articles. My opinion doesn’t matter as much as that of those of you living in the USA. But, I can give you my outside opinion. I don’t understand how people can rally behind the second amendment, which I think is the ‘right to bear arms’, but then be ok when the first amendment on ‘freedom of expression’ is continually railroaded by the guy that’s supposed to lead you. Full disclosure, I really, REALLY, dislike the guy. Every time I see him on TV or he walks up to a microphone, I am overwhelmed by my distain for the guy. Honestly, I am still amazed, confused, and perplexed as to how he became president, not once… but twice. Surely there had to be a better Republican option than him. He’s a liability every time he opens his mouth. All I can say is thank the stars he’s yours – not that ours are a huge improvement, but I have to believe they are at least marginally better. Back to freedom of speech. I don’t think anything that Jimmy Kimmel said warranted him being taken off the air. I think that’s insane and ridiculous. It was satire. What was said: “We hit some new lows over the weekend with the MAGA gang desperately trying to characterize this kid who murdered Charlie Kirk as anything other than one of them and doing everything they can to score political points from it. In between the finger-pointing, there was grieving. On Friday, the White House flew the flags at half-staff, which got some criticism, but on a human level, you can see how hard the president is taking this.” He then showed a clip of the president saying he was taking it… “I think very good”, before the president whittled on about the construction of a ballroom at the White House….. Kimmel, called him out saying; “Yes, he’s at the fourth stage of grief: construction. Demolition, construction. This is not how an adult grieves the murder of someone he called a friend. This is how a 4-year-old mourns a goldfish.” Which bit was he wrong for – Saying Charlie Kirk was murdered? Saying his murder is being politicised? Saying people questioned why flags were flown at half-mast? Or saying the president's response was weird? I think what happened to Charlie Kirk was awful. No human being should have their life cut short like that. No wife should have to witness her husband dying. No child should see their father die. It’s awful. No matter who he was or what he said, he didn’t deserve that. But I also don’t think he should be a martyr. I think there are many people, on both sides, that are responsible for stirring the pot and creating a very real, very visceral hatred for anyone who disagrees with their view point. I think it’s dangerous and needs to be called out. And I think the very worrying trend of “fake news-ing” things you don’t want to discuss, threatening journalists who ask tough questions, and even cancelling talk shows is going to make the problem that much worse. When you start censoring the news, what’s seen on TV you start to tread in dangerous water – the type that was wide spread in Germany 1930/40, the type that’s in China and Russia now. We need platforms that discuss the different viewpoints. We need people who are willing to call out people in power when they say something wrong, stupid or dangerous. Satire and comedy has always been a very powerful tool to do that. |
| Prompt: "Go sit upon the hill and turn your eyes around, where waving woods and waters wild do hymn an autumn sound." Elizabeth Barrett Browning. *** There have been so many posts about Autumn recently. It’s my favourite time of year. I like the sounds of the season. The leaves rustling or crunching underfoot. The rain coming down and hitting the roof tiles and tin sheds like a drum solo. It soothing and calming. It’s as familiar as the smell of bonfires and sips of hot chocolate that accompany it. I’m jealous that the Northern Hemisphere is about to experience it. Here, we are coming into Spring. It’s already starting to warm up significantly. It’s 20C today. Tomorrow will be 23C. It’s the start of the long stretch to Summer. A summer where we have Halloween, Christmas, and New Year; all of which, traditionally, were cold season events. It feels wrong to have them in the Summer. I’m not used to it. It’s been six years, and nope… I still struggle with it. Maybe I always will. That being said “waving woods and wild waters” are not just an Autumn thing. Where I live, the wind comes off the sea. It can be harsh. It can be biting. We have a severe weather warning in place for tonight and tomorrow with high winds expected. A few days ago a tree branch (fairly chunky at 10 inches in diameter) broke and fell into our front garden. I have no idea why they insist on planting eucalyptus trees in a windy area, the branches are always dropping and causing damage. After the winds there is usually something odd floating passed on the lake as well. We’ve had a canoe wash up, a gym ball, a patio cushion… The waves are crazy. I’m always amazed to see the swans and other water birds floating out on the water; they never seem to move – they are like little anchored bo |
| Prompt: What does it mean to have it all? *** I’m not sure what “it all” is. What are the component parts? Can I pick and choose? Is there a list? Where would I begin in getting “it all”? How do I know when I have “it all”? Can I change my mind? Is there a cut off date? I think “it all” looking very different to each of us – and it changes over time. And I think the idea of “it all” puts too much pressure on people. Success looks very different to everyone. When I was growing up it was alluded to that I couldn’t possibly expect to have “it all” - a family, a nice house, a career (not a job), an education. Those were the component parts I was told about. Told to want. I was engaged very young (19 years old). I think it was assumed as soon as we were married I would start having babies and follow my military fiancé around the world. The idea that I would want to put my potential, career ahead of this plan was mind boggling to everyone. I remember my mother telling me that something would have to give – it turned out to be the fiancé. I wasn’t cut out for that life – whatever it was. I wanted something different – not necessarily more, but certain something else. I have always been very career driven. Late nights in the office, weekend work at home with the laptop, traveling for meeting – I love it. It’s what I defined my life against in a lot of ways. My husband supported me with late night whinging sessions, cups of tea, ordering take aways. Work has become less important since I had children. The drive has dwindled. It isn’t about balance. It’s about the fact I care less. I’m less defined by work. I want to be defined by other things – like Halloween parties, and cheering my kids on. In truth I have all the things I was told represented “it all” – I have a husband, kids, pets, a house, a career. I earn good money, have a nice car to drive. In truth, you could take everything other than my husband and kids away and I’ve find a way to be happy with my lot. So for me, “it all” turned out to be three people (the love of my life and two mini-mees), and akita (RIP Indy) and a bearded dragon. The rest of it is just nice to haves. |
| Prompt: Role Models "I'm not a role model... Just because I dunk a basketball doesn't mean I should raise your kids." Charles Barkley. Which kinds of people, do you think, deserve to be role models, and who is your personal role model and why, if you have any? *** I don’t like the idea of role models and I certainly don’t think celebrities should ever be considered one in their own right. People are very multifaceted. We often have as many “good” qualities as “bad” ones. And, what one person considers a “negative” trait, someone else may consider a “positive”. Don’t get me wrong, you can admire a certain aspect of someone’s life – and I guess acting, singing, or sporting ability things you can admire; talent rarely comes easily and a lot of time and energy goes into becoming great at something, but there is also more to life that whether someone can dunk a basket. That ability doesn’t mean they are a good person. A person’s actions, how they treat people is far more important. It’s also true that it easy to be a good person on a good day, it’s hard on a bad day – those that are kind and considerate even on their worst days are worth more of our admiration. There are many people I admire – my mother, father, friends, colleagues. They are not perfect and I wouldn’t model my life after them. But I am influenced by them. I’m influenced by a multitude of people. I try and take the best of the best people I know and learn from them. I hope I can be that for some people as well.  |
| Prompt: Change of Seasons "To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." George Santayana. When seasons change, say from summer to fall or fall to winter, what becomes challenging for you during these changes? And how do you think you react when life changes its seasons for you? *** The changing of the seasons is inevitable, whether literally or metaphorically. There is no stopping it. And, there is a kind of peace in that inevitability. It’s something that has to be accepted because the season don’t really care what we think. Personally I like all the seasons. Some I like more than others, but generally I like elements of them all: • I like the lambs and the daffodils of spring. A very Welsh seasonal indicator… It’s the start of the year. It’s full of possibility and new beginnings. I plant strawberries – hoping to eat them in Summer. • I like the heat and the freedom that comes with Summer. Everyone seems like they are in better moods. In Australia – I hate that snakes also love the sun, but it’s a sacrifice I have no choice in making… • I love the storms in Autumn. I love the colours. I love wrapping up in jumpers and drinking cosy drinks. • I love how cold my nose gets on a Winter morning. I love the crunch of frost under foot. Or how the cold catches in my lungs for just a second the moment I take a deep breath outside. I love season how my garden morphs from one season to around. It’s the perfect reminder that things change. I like to think of my life in decade blocks. It’s how I compartmentalise my life. My twenties was when I went out with my friends, started to discovered who I was, fixed the bits of me that were broken, accepted bits that c/wouldn’t be fixed, and I met my husband. My thirties was when we got married and had our kids. My forties was when we moved to Australia and started to reevaluate my life and my priorities. My fifties is when my kids will leave the nest. Each decade ushers in a new wave of understanding and evolution. I learn more about myself with each circle around the sun – life epiphanies, rather than crises. I don’t really care about getting older – the seasons are definitely changing, I can feel it in my bones – literally. I can see it in the fine lines on my face that seem to get less fine with each passing day. Don’t get me wrong mortality is scary – sometime more than others – the inevitability of leaving my kids behind at some point is terrifying. But somehow that has also made me reevaluate how I approach life. I definitely coming out of Summer and heading into Autumn and I’m ok with it. I might actually be my favourite time of life There is still a heap of things I want to discover and experience, and I care much, much less about peoples opinions. It’s refreshing, energising and freeing. I don’t feel the need to put an expiration date on when I need to get things done by. I have no problem being in my 40s with brightly coloured hair, designing additional tattoos to adorn my body, or suddenly deciding I want my nose pierced as well. I can’t wait to be the 50 year old hiking machu picchu. I think its ironic, that, much like the year, life doesn’t really start to flourish until we get through Spring and Summer. It’s like we need to learnt the lessons of Spring and Summer in order to enjoy Autmn and Winter properly. |
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