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End those wars

You are bored drama llama

You have a beef that is decades old

You can’t help yourself

So you are bold

You tease and manipulate

Till you find an end

But you can never find solace

So you can’t ever mend

Playing games with the pawns of the people in your life

Feeling very proud that you are like a knife

Sharp witted and sharp tongued

The people you’ve stung

Another trophy for your wall to be hung

When will you stop playing these games?

When will you stop playing with the flames?

When will you live in peace and love?

What will it take for you to put back on your gloves?

When will you listen to that heart of yours?

And live in true harmony and end those wars…

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I trust wildlife

One of my crows died this morning, Kerr.

I heard a hullabaloo outside and looked out the window to see their offspring mourning on the grass verge and the rest of the murder in the sky trying to dive bomb away the local buzzard which was trying to swoop down to eat the remains.

I liked Kerr, he was quite old.

It’s odd it should happen the day after I was talking to Paul about how I haven’t seen Scruffy for weeks, another crow I like.  A female, her mate is called the Sentinel by me, as he seems to watch the house and me more than the others.

Barbar was really distressed.

I’ve lost two of my crows in a short space of time as well as a magpie, which I believed was killed by his own family.

He was a runt by comparison, I called him Rocky.  He would sit on the window ledge and was so tame I could nearly stroke him when the window was opened.  He had an obsession with a pebble that he carried everywhere with him, he was unusually thin and although he was about a year old – he was still being fed by his family, sometimes forcibly.  I think they killed him as he was a burden, he never grew up and he was quite strange for a magpie.

I miss him too.

I am silly like this, I get attached to the local wildlife and name them and I will try to tame them when they come into my garden and care for them. 

A few years ago Paul wanted to take me to live with him in Canada, but our plans fell through due to my ill-health.  He always said, he could imagine me on the porch surrounded by bears and raccoons and hand feeding them berries, treating them all like pets!

I actually think that would have happened too, if we had gone!

I am rather shamanic and very brave around all animals.

I have nearly touched a real live bear once too – they were passive, I got within two inches of their snout before their keeper stopped me in my tracks.  You see I had found a way through the bars of a zoo cage to touch them.  It was a friendly bear and it sniffed my hand and tilted its head like it was going to let me stroke it.  That zoo made renovations very quickly after this happened.

I had a deep sense of trust it wasn’t going to hurt me, because I could read its energy. 

But that’s just me, a feral creature in her own right with a deep understanding for nature; humans are far more dangerous than any bear!

All I think about is love, I send love to the animal, peace, I don’t have a fleeting feeling of fear at all – I feel happy, content, loving, peaceful and trusting and say over in my head like I am talking to the animal itself – I just want to share my love, I won’t hurt you, let me touch you. 

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Happiness & Productivity

I have had some rude droplets of comments from people in my social media DMs over the past few weeks about how comes, if I am doing nothing but being bedbound, have I not actually had a book published yet?

There are many factors actually, one of which is that I have chosen not to approach an agent or a publisher just yet because I am reluctant to send my current projects unless I am half way through its second book or third book– because half of my current projects are series.  This is to cut down pressure for me when I do get published as I know how quickly the publishing industry likes to move when they think they are onto a good thing.  I am not being cocky and thinking I am a good thing, I just like being prepared, I am a former Girl Guide remember!

The other thing is that, I was bedbound because I was sick, remember?  Not because I like laying down all the while doing nothing!

By sick I don’t mean just lying down tired and being all BLEURGH and woe is me!  I mean actually being sick, with continuously streaming head colds, continuous bouts of coughing and sneezing, where even reading a book for more than five minutes is often disturbed with my attempt at mucus removal!  So when you consider that, how can I continuously type without being jerked out of my focus because of yet another round of ten sneezes or another asthma attack bought on by a lengthy coughing fit?

This was my life right up until Easter 2022, because I learned half of my symptoms were bought on by food allergies I didn’t know I had.  I thought my problems were gluten, eggs and lactose and for a while some symptoms were relieved, but it relieved hugely when I learned and realised it was soy/soya I have a massive problem with – so I did an elimination diet and that helped tremendously!

However, I have airborne allergies too, so I often have sniffles still.  Not as bad as before Easter I grant you and since Easter in fact I have been a lot more productive in doing my blog than ever before!

Reading my blog with an unbroken streak of 246 days of posting is testament to that, you’ve been reading me daily for that length of time!  So you can more or less see, that there is a vast improvement in my health because I am able to do that!

However, as for my stories I was producing very good content and writing a lot per day until a family member died a few months back and the families’ mental health took a turn for the worse, I have had a break in a long term relationship and a bunch of other things, including insomnia has got in the way.  General life stuff, it happens to us all!

I don’t need to explain myself to you, other than tell you – I write when I can.  My ultimate goal in life is to find happiness, love and peace – it is not my biggest goal to become published, like you may think!  It’s in my top five goals, but it is not my ultimate goal!

Writing is not what drives me in life day to day.  I love writing, don’t get me wrong, but not enough to set my other things aside.

My focus is not purely writing, my focus is purely on finding happiness, love and peace at last!

Everything else can come after that!  Happiness and love are my main goals in life, as well as health on all levels.

If I am not producing what you think is enough material for you to feast your eyes upon, you will understand that for me, I have other things on my mind right now.  When I want to write, I will and I will do so a lot!

But at the moment I am busy honing in skills, getting myself together, preparing myself for something big in my personal life – something that I can be proud of and happy with.  I have never really been career focused, always personal happiness and family first.

I have differences of opinion to some of you, to some of you who have criticised me in my DMs you need to understand that your goals and my goals are vastly different – to you, your writing is everything and everything else is secondary to you – for me, happiness and family matters are my main focus.

Don’t judge me.

Stop with the “I am better than you because I am more focused” crap, because to me it is crap, because you have chosen to misunderstand me and my entire life by judging me as being the same as you!

I am not.

I am me.

I am The Tardy Creative – realise that as my brand, it’s my name for a reason!

Thank you for reading!

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Dance to the beat of life!

Sometimes we need grey skies to make it rain

Sorry if those days cause you pain

Let’s hope the sun peaks from the clouds

So we can have a rainbow party so loud!

So we can dance away the insanity of life

Dance away the strife

Because it hurts like a knife when life is grey!

Because life is more than this they say!

So dance to the beat of life and be merry

Dance with your friends, Leah, John and Jerry

So come on now, let’s plough a field of dreams

You need the rain it seems

To make it grow

And it will grow

Just wait and see

You’ll be free some day!

Yippee!

Because everything is temporary

Love and hate

Peace and war

 Rain and sun and so much more

It won’t last, so have a blast when the sun shines down on you!

That’s all you can do

Right now!

Dance to the beat of life…

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Dance to the beat of love and life

Touch my heart make and it beat again

I need a hand to help it mend

For so long I’ve lived alone and blue

I really need the touch that comes from you

Since forever I have had a dream

That you will come and save me from this stream

Of tears that fall down from my eyes

Like a raincloud high in the skies

My sorrow can’t always be here

My heart beats when you are near

So carry on in your journey to me

So my heart can beat and be free

I need the love you have for me

I will love you too, just wait and see

I promise you the deepest love

I will show you peace, I’m a dove

Unassuming I will wipe your tears

And I will hug away all your fears

Just take that step and step into my arms

And I will whisper to you a charm

That I love you and I will always

We will last so long and we’ll play

We don’t have to judge each other now

Our future is a field to plough

Together we will make it last

And together we will have a blast!

And forever we will always see

That you and I were meant to be

So come on near and take me by the hand

Lead me to your life, it will be so grand!

Comfort, love and security

Together we can grow just wait and see!

The future is within your hands

So come to me now and dance, dance, dance

To the beat of love and life and play and forever

Let it be this way

We will fly together!

Just trust that my song is true

Yes I will always love you!

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Peace amongst the roses

Dedicated to my prose, I sniff and smell the roses

They softly tickle my nose, the soft and velvet posies

I read my stories under them, pink petals they fall down

And cover my little pages, in the rose’s crown

I smell the pretty roses, their scent is bitter sweet

I sit amongst the roses, peace is quite a treat

I snuggle into reading; I sit and while the way

I want it to last all summer, but it won’t even last the day

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Sleepy caterpillar

Today I feel quiet; it’s a solitary and reflective day for me.  I just want the cosiest clothing possible, to be warm and snuggle up with my laptop writing stories, doing tarot readings, playing with my crystals and reading some books.

Though I feel like being kind of social, I just really want a quiet day.

I really miss having a wandering pet in the house like a dog or a cat, because I could do with fur baby snuggles right now too and I really miss my border collie Candy who used to lie on my feet whenever I was reading, because she kept my feet warm in the winter, whilst bill my shih Tzu kept my abdomen or lap warm and his sister Beau to my side.

I often sat in piles of dogs or other fur babies, it was quite normal for me.

As much as I miss her I don’t miss her habits, Turquoise my tortoiseshell cat, she could never get close to me thanks to the dogs, so her only option was to sit behind the back of the sofa I was on and half lie on my head whilst I read.  Kind of itched a bit as she made my head too warm!

I miss the occasional tweet from my budgies too and the sofa suddenly moving like an earthquake because Amy the Irish Wolfhound has decided to hide behind my sofa right now, disturbing the whole pile of animals around me as she blunders her way behind the sofa to hide again, only for her to re-emerge sticking her wet slimy nose into my ear for a tickle almost immediately.

I miss them all.

But today is a cotton and cotton lace kind of day, with fleecy socks and blankets or shawls; light colours for me, like white, pale yellow or cream, maybe a smattering of oatmeal or coffee, but only very small amounts. 

It would be too cold to go out in what I want to wear today, unless I took an oversized oatmeal or banana yellow fleecy shawl or poncho with me.

Today however, is a day where I just want to be home.  I’d like some company, but quiet, tranquil company.  It’s a reflective day after all and a day of words for me.

I have done a lot of writing today, but not towards a novel.  I have done a lot of words towards blog posts and therapy essays I am doing for myself, as I am trying to heal some major emotional wounds.

Spiritual energy is quiet today, it’s like there is a major focus on me, to give me lightness, give me energy, sending healing my way.

I thank whoever it is doing that.

I certainly feel a lot of inner calm today, like someone has given me Valium or something.

My spirits have tried their best to encourage me to sleep a lot over the past few days, but I haven’t been listening, only for me to nap suddenly whenever I get comfortable.  Henry got afraid yesterday as I fell asleep twice and I wasn’t even tired, but I told him it’s OK.

My spirits told me, “you are not a butterfly yet; you are still a caterpillar and it’s time to get your sleep, because your transformation is very near”.

I suppose it explains why I am fat, then, I am a caterpillar.

I am fighting against their advice though; life is too short to be a sleepy head.

But they insist, I should sleep as much as possible until the second week of November, because after that, I won’t have a chance – things will move too quickly in my life and I may not have the energy to keep up with it, and I must keep up with it!

It’s a strange thing.

But there you go.

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I hear you Michael

I have got the message Michael

Now is time for love

I clothe you in your armaments

My sweet and beautiful dove

Now is the time for fortitude

I have the grace of God

With the wisdom of my teachers

I will help dismantle fraud

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In memory of The Queen.

The whole family has been affected greatly by the loss of our Queen.

We have been stunned to say the least, like the whole world has and it is a big adjustment to get used to. 

I have never met the Queen but Paul has on a couple of occasions because he used to be an officer in the Royal Navy, it sort of came with the job and so it has hit Paul the hardest here.

I think I speak for us all when I say, we will miss The Queen.

May people remember her for all the good she has bought to the world.

May she rest in peace!

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I cry for you

Life is hard for many

It is made worse by some

Everyone wants peace on Earth

Everyone wants some…

Love and understanding

Acceptance, friendship, peace

Everyone wants the judgement of them to cease

Why is it so hard to learn to love others so?

Why can’t you stop your judgements and learn to let them go?

Why is it so important?

To demand that others change?

When it’s not your life at all, not everyone’s the same!

Why is it those who shout the loudest about life and love and light, who are the ones who shout out hatred and brings to others plight?

It’s a weird sort of tragedy that they do not see

The evil that is in them, because they hate you and me

They try to control us with venom about Hell and pain and more

But they don’t realise their evil words leaves us sore and raw

It’s a kind of irony; they don’t practise what they preach

They are spreading love and kindness, yet they beat us when they teach

It’s a sorry world when they rule us, it’s sorrier when they don’t learn

That every time they beat us, God’s stomach sits and churns

What can he do with his children?

Who sit and think this way?

What can he do about the evil, when they think their words are a good relay?

The more that converts to the words of hate and lies

The more God sits back and hear the innocent cries

It must pain God to see who is right and who is wrong

This is a difficult endeavour, to end this rhyme and song

Because no one will listen

No one really cares

Because everyone has a way of thought, a life to which they swear

But hopefully someday

The world will see a change

Where hypocrisy has ended and people start to care

I’m unhappy here

In a world that’s hard to be

A complete individual, a person that’s truly me

I hide behind a mask

Because I am scared of hate

But hate comes hardest from the lovers, the ones who love to hate

I’m sorry if I hurt you

With my tears and cries

But I have never asked you, to go into a corner and die

Because I am bisexual, because I don’t worship Christ

Because you fear I will burn in Hell if I don’t take your advice

You can’t see this is cruel, you can’t hear your evil words

Because you believe you’re right, to me you sound absurd!

We all find God in our own way, who are you to judge?

I believe God loves us all and doesn’t hold a grudge!

Because if he hates me for who I am – then why did he make me so?

It’s a question I have always asked and nobody really knows

But in the bible God has said he knew us before we were born

So doesn’t that say a lot… why are we as a society so torn?

I can’t answer it, but right now I am sad and deeply forlorn

Because you can’t love me, like a sibling would

Because you judge me so

Don’t you consider you are hurting God as well as me, no?

You pray for me, that I don’t go to Hell

I pray for you as well

Because I see you are blind in your hate for me

I cry deeply in this tragedy

Because hate is evil and you don’t see…

I do believe in God

Do you believe me?

I don’t gaslight, I share my love

I share my tears and woe

I truly do cry for you and the things you do, please know

I cry every night, because you really care

But you still don’t see the evil that you share

My life is very lonely

But with God I have a friend

For he doesn’t judge me as I am what he did intend

I can’t say any more than that

But I do love you despite the spat

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