Maynia and beyond 

As the little ship plunged through the darkness still shaking from the chill of the ghost, a thump and a growl was heard.   Clicking paws the wolf leaped into the center of the chill.  His jaws snapped shut and the ghost misted free to fly over the mast, away into the depths of the sea.

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Dimensions Native Wolf #7934, May 11

Satisfied the wolf curled up in a fluffy ball on the deck and slipped into a guarded sleep, as the little ship sailed on.

Soon there came a cry “land ho!” and from the top of the mast came a leaping dragon. Wee and small he was but full of energy. The perfect one to set out and look afar over the waves for a safe port.

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Dragon Dreams 10 Dragon leaping 2012 May 12

Sand colored walls with a turret grew large and grand as the little ship sailed closer.  They were safe at last. A port that was guarded by a castle.

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Janlynn Water Dragon May 13

And to everyone’s surprise the little ship grew up; she proudly flew her sails to flutter in the warm salty air of the sea.   Her journey for now was over; but she was happy and looked forward to a little rest.

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MH18-18 Sail Away Started May 1 finished May 13

A whistle was heard along with the cry of “All Aboard” as a shiny engine pulled into view.  Another adventure was about to start.

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MH #1124 Choo Choo May 14

And now the tale of the little ship has to close but she wishes you all good cheer and most of all good luck to all that you will achieve your dreams and goals.

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Design Works  #832 Joan Elliot Good Luck May 15

A journey into Maynia pt 1

Once upon a time; May 1 to be exact; a little ship set out to sail. Reds, blues, yellows and a bit of orange billowed in the winds.

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MH18-7105 Sail Away May 1

 The next day the winds drew in a chill to the little ship.  She shivered.
But a pair of mittens shield the worst of the icy waves.

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MH-18 Mittens May 2

Dreams later on erupted into a whimsical sight of dancing dragons.

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DragonDreams 2012 9 dragons dancing. May 3

Those dreams took off to a place of heat. There in the sand lay possible answers to all. Cacti and clay pots how could that be?

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Dimensions Petite Gold #6738 South West Blend May 4

And then there was a wonderful wake up from the dreams of dancing dragons and clay pots.  The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted from the galley of the little ship.

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MH16-3102 Love Coffee May 5

The little ship all warm and toasty continues her sail,  heading into another day.

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Mom (note this is very rough but enjoy)

She was careworn and sad.  Her dark hair flowed around her face, hiding secrets that were not revealed to the unknowing eye.  Jake saw them but somehow he always knew that they were there,  but he kept those secrets to himself.   He himself didn’t know why he never mentioned them to his brothers or father.  He also never told his mother either that he knew what she was hiding under her hair.

Maybe it was because he himself knew that there was something different about him as well; and to reveal his mother would also reveal that he wasn’t the same. But at the same time, there was that comment that he made last night at the dinner table that halted everything for the rest of the night.   And it was strange;  his brothers were both looking at him in a different light; that  maybe there was something that he himself was hiding from them.

He sighed and shoved the pitch fork harder into the dirty bedding of the cow barn.  The silence last night had continued into the morning with no answer to the question that he had asked.  Instead he felt that it had opened up a gaping hole between him, his mother and the rest of the family.  And the one that the silence hurt him the most was the sad look from her.

“Jake”.  he whirled around flinging the soiled straw through out the stall; and there she was his mother standing behind him.   Today she was wearing a light green blouse with a skirt that flowed around her form.   Jake saw what drew the others towards his mother; she was slight and almost as if she didn’t quite belong in this world.   Everyone always wanted to protect her and it got so bad at times that his mother didn’t go into town often anymore.   She stayed on the farm and the others took the lists of what she needed and got them  for her.

And now the flowing slight framed picture that was his mother was speckled with bits of straw and manure.   “Mom!” he dropped the pitch fork and ran the two steps to try and brush off the straw and sticky manure.

She brushed away his hands,  “Jake it is ok,  I startled you.”

And somehow he blinked and she was clean again, almost as if the manure and straw had never flown across the stall. But yet as he turned his head the pitch fork was still vibrating in the straw from where he had dropped it.

“Mom uh.”  He started to say,  he wasn’t much taller than she was but yet he felt like a giant beside her.  Maybe it was because of the constant chores that were required to run the farm or else it was something different, and somehow that felt like it was the better reason.  But…There were too many buts already.

“No Jake,  you need to know and last night that was a valid question, and I have been expecting it but not way.”  She put her hand on his arm,  “Come I will show you.”

 

A start of 17

A new year a new plan and where is that going to take me?

I have revived one of my passions in the place of another .  Last year I gobbled books.  I couldn’t stop reading and my good reads challenge list grew enormous; and I burnt myself out on reading for the moment.  I have not read or finished a book in a couple of months. My kindle sits idle and when I do turn it on  the your battery is low please charge  message appears in the middle of the screen.

My new passion: well, it is not new but rather like the reading something that has resurfaced. It appeared last year and the little line soared. HONEST he is almost done! I just have to finish his story! But any way something new appeared.

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Ugg I should have edited the pic.

Meet Frederick the Literate.  He is a Dimensions kit that has been hanging around in my stash for a few years.  I have changed the fabric from black 14 count aida to an antique white 28 count MCG Textiles. BUT as I started to stitch I began to think this is smaller than 28 count.  I pulled out another wip that I have on 28 count MCG textiles and the stitches were SMALLER!   So I think that means I have another new out of the box adventure for me.  SMALLER COUNT!

Do you want to see the beginning? Do you want to see more?  I do have a finish idea for the little line but that means I have to get it out of the ufo rut that it has been placed into. I promise I will.

 

I am here in ghost form

Hi remember me ? Yes me I am your faithful blog that you have neglected. What ! You have an excuse ?  There is no excuse !   You have to write again.

I remember you last year saying that you were enjoying this blogging and what happened ? You were very good in the beginning for a couple of months and then it became 2 weeks, then 3 and then nothing.

The little line has been patiently waiting …. I think that he wants to grow up and fly further than the clouds.

You left me hanging on the rest of the alphabet!  Yes I know that the letter U is a difficult letter to narrow down a specific word, but you can do it. There are lots of interesting words out there that start with the letter U so start thinking again!

And I know there are more stories and tales that have been floating around in your head.  So all you have to do is jump in and let the stories come back out !

 

T is for Tale

t-1136092__180is for TALES.  And what a TALE  this will be.  For starters;  the initial letter T started to fight and whine.  It didn’t feel that the older font I was using gave the TALE justice. It felt small, boxed in, confined.  And now that I think about it,  the letter T in its fussing; turned out to be correct.

TALES are so much larger.  I can’t and do not want to even attempt to pack them into a smaller package.

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This little T put up a fight… kicking and screaming.

Some of the other candidates?  I will bring them in so that you can see my issues.

These two were in the running for a while but at the end I had to think that  TALES can not be confined to a just Celtic motif or even an old English form of swirls and texts.

 

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Peppermint T made an appearance!!!

 

And the last letter T,  I was torn because it was a color pattern that was calling to me.  The wood colors and how it was set up brought back memories of the wood shop that resided in the basement of our house.

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Memories are not a bad thing, but TALES are bigger.

So the moral of the TALE is to listen to your letters because they will speak to you as well. And sometimes they will turn out to be right.  

 

 

S is for Story

sis  for STORY   . My STORY is a journey into my imagination and through many lands and places.   I dream of flying and playing among the stars with my dragon . I want to tell my version of my STORY as it weaves and travels through me.   

Jake is my STORY I am starting to realize.   The STORY of how he snuck in to become the center of my attention caught me by surprise,   and it started with a long dirt road on a farm and green forest. 

Jake whispered as he looked down at his plate.  “Mom where did you come from?”

The silence was complete, everything came to a sudden halt as the little family stared at Jake.  His brother paused in mid chew, the muscles of his cheek bulging with mashed potatoes, and his other brother just simply stared, too startled to say anything.

He didn’t  see his mother looking,  he felt her stare almost as if it was  boring a hole inside of his skull.   It didn’t hurt, it was more of a fear that he would never find a place in this world,  who was his father, and why  was he here?  And he looked up and met his mother’s gaze.  There was a fear of rejection within her eyes.

That STORY has not finished.  The road is long and uncertain and I am sure that there are more pot holes that I still will get stuck in. But the STORY will continue into the forest and beyond.