Following the Dream Tibet. Who would have thought that after all these years Alfie, her couch potato of a husband, would finally shake himself out of the ingrained apathy of years on the dole, years of indifference - and follow his dream? The one he'd had when they met, way back in the sixties when it was all Flower Power, P... More..
What do you want of me, Lord? A few short years ago I was sitting in my living room, watching the London Marathon, wistfully realizing that at that moment I couldn't even walk half a mile, let alone run any distance. The Arthritis (Rheumatoid) was particularly troublesome that morning. I watched the wheel-chair participants ... More..
The Fullness of Time: United in all our imperfections we reside within the wholeness of the Circle of Infinity The fullness of Time, empowering that which we seek; healing, needs fulfilled; giving, to receive; to give again. Life within life; death and rebirth enclosed in its embrace; no beginnings, no ends. The Circle turns. More..
Neither of us had any debt when we decided to get married, back in the early seventies. We didn't discuss money until after the ceremony, and then only to decide whether I should have housekeeping, or manage his entire earnings every week. I opted for housekeeping money, as I fully intended to work myself , but as I was preg... More..
The Auroras, or Polar Lights, are called Aurora Borealis in the Northern Hemisphere and Aurora Australis in the Southern Hemisphere. To describe the almost other-worldly display of colours dancing through the sky, on paper, is almost impossible. Standing outside - looking up, as these vast lights perform around you, you feel... More..
TOM: HE WHO DOUBTS My name is Tom. I am known as he who doubts. I said to the man who said that he was the Boss: You are not who you say you are, are you?' You know, don't you, the tale I speak of? He was stood there, in front of me; He who was dead; how could that be? Give me a break! Let me ask you: What would you have tho... More..
THE CAULDRON IS BUBBLING My nose started twitching the minute I slipped through the door. The old witch! She knows full well that I can't stand the stuff any more, but the whole house reeks of it. She's a good cook; I'll say that for her. Well, I can't tell a lie, can I? She always was good in the kitchen, but the morsels sh... More..
My daughter challenged me to join the National Novel Writing Month competition 2006, and I challenged her right back. We both did it and both now have the backbones of a novel to work on. The thought of being able to snatch enough time to write such a considerable amount of words in such a short time, was enough to make me t... More..
We are not the archetypal urban city dwellers, transplanting ourselves to the country in search of the rural idyll of self-sufficiency. Being country residents already, you'd think we would at least be half way there. The standards for a frugal lifestyle should surely already have been in place. But not so. Our homestead had... More..
What do you do when your adorable little son or daughter, says Please, mom! Just one?' when dinner won't be long and it's sure to spoil the little one's appetite? You say no, of course, and offer the biscuit as an after dinner treat. But mo-om! I'm really, really hungry!' The tears are not far away and you relent Oh, okay, b... More..
Marit Meredith
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