Halloween

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I saw a weird thing tonight, I walked past a field and I saw, I think I saw? All the pumpkins were still in the field, but already carved. Each had a grotesque face, and light flickering within them. But the stems were still attached and no smoke or burning smells? Very odd.

Its Halloween and I felt crrreeeped out, but an hour later I quietly walked back. I had to know what was going on. It was only when I was on the path and walking in the opposite direction I saw what I’d missed before….

The sign saying

“Ready carved pumpkins, let us do the work, you take the credit” and “tealights included”.

I wished I’d gone to bed!

Baited breath

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He said that, she said the opposite

People scowl

Cats and dogs growl

It’s all “their” fault

They cause guilt

We want more money

For billionaires…. Funny

Why care for others?

Let’s be selfish, like brothers

Cain and Abel?

It comes down to a pottage mess

And everyone feels duress

But we wait with baited breath

In hope there will be no deaths.

An end to conflict

Restore your peace.

Let’s be friends!

Playing

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Woven sunsets. Duplicated, symmetrical, flipped and rotated in the Incollage app on my phone. It’s hard to know when to stop. But it’s oddly satisfying to play with patterns.

I have a tenancy to create a lot of these, I guess I’m “pushing the envelope” a bit, but only certain patterns with minimal details work X

Give a woman a chance

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Somewhere in the world a young woman looks at the Earth and sees what? The fact that over the decades women have risen to the heights of politics. Prime ministers and Presidents. Some have done better than others. It does after all depend on what their politics are and what the team ability to govern is like.

That young woman may not be interested in politics, it may be boring, it may be too dominated by men. But she should have a chance to learn and decide if she wants to get involved

Unfortunately there is a lot of mysogenistic behaviour in the world. I hope if she wants to, she can be involved.

I used to think I was a kid at heart

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What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

Up until recently I think I’ve been a child at heart. I loved to joke, to see the lighter side of life. I liked nothing more than a good comedy, or watching silly videos. Using puns or wordplay to make merry.

But now? A year of world tragedy, personal grief, heath issues has stomped on my head.

I want a time machine, a way of going back, or at least a way of improving my timeliness. Give me a glimmer of hope, lift some of the gloom. Let me get my hands in paint again, spreading colour and love around me. Give me a box of glitter to shake over it. Please. X

Peace, prosperity, care

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You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

If a genie arises and I can beg

3 indulgences to make life better

I would ask for Peace

As Julian of Norwich wrote

“All shall be well and all shall be well

And all manner of things shall be well. “

Let peace arise and calm the world.

Prosperity?

Let people have sufficient for their need

With less greed.

Finally, the ability to care.

For trees and plants,

For birds and fish

Animals of all kinds

Insect, arachnid, mammal, marsupial.

Care enough to save our little planet.

My grandad

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Describe a family member.

My grandfather was a carpenter. I don’t remember meeting him as I think he died when I was quite young.

He was very skilled and made the lych gate (roofed gateway in front of a church) at the entrance to the local parish church. He also carved the altar rail at the main Methodist Chapel in the town. I imagine he must have been well respected. We also have some wardrobes he made clad in beautiful walnut veneers.

Hearing about him encouraged me to do art. I was told that creativity skips a generation and that I was lucky to have that artistic gene. I also found out I had an artistic cousin that wasn’t allowed to be an artist because her family was short of money, so she ended up working in a factory. I hope she eventually pursued a creative course in life. I feel lucky to have had such an artistic grandfather.