Lovely Miss Mae!

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“Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.”
~Mae West

 

Young Miss Mae is growing up to be an outgoing girl with abundant curiosity!

She loves to play chasey and hide-and-seek with our two dogs, Harry and Bert.  Never one to be shy she pushes to the front of the herd to say hello and see what’s going on, even as all the elders are trying to hide her at the back.

Mae drives her mother mad with her willful disobedience and reckless behaviour, and mum Violet is none too happy that Mae would rather sneak under the fence and come play in our backyard than hang out with all the more senior cows.

But what’s youth without a little adventure and some friends your parents don’t approve of?

Wishing you exciting escapades and a few crazy-good friends today too! 🙂

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Imagination Land

There’s a place I like to set sail for, a favoured destination for short or extended trips…   I call it Imagination Land.

I first discovered this land as a small child, when my parents read stories to me.  Their words came to life, making worlds in my head. Characters became friends. Long after the story ended I found myself going back to those worlds, revisiting the story and putting myself into that land alongside the other characters.

Soon I realised that I could make up my own stories.

Fuzzy-felt boards, crayons and lego provided endless hours of pleasure as I created farms, hospitals, circus scenes, crazy hairdressing salons, fairy lands, castles full of funky princesses and dragons, libraries and outer space adventures.

Now I am grown. For a time, as a young adult, I forgot that this magical place existed. My bags were filled with textbooks. My mind was used for concrete and factual thinking. My feet were on the ladder.  My mouth was full of sand.

I rediscovered the power of Imagination Land during years of illness, where I was confined to bed. Even from my bed I could use my imagination to be at sea, captaining my own ship, or dancing on a starlit night in my finery with some handsome prince. I could imagine me well.  I could imagine me happy.  I could imagine me a different life, a better life…

Books reignited something within me.  Stories still had the ability to transport me to other worlds and other lives.  They stretched me and gave me wings. I devoured them as hungrily as a drowning man gasps for air.

Soon I found that there was a well within me, unvisited since childhood, that was brimming with words. This is my Imagination Land.  A land of infinite possibility and wonder. A place where life and magic combine in unexpected ways. It’s a place I dip my toes before I write. It’s the place where I meet my muse. Here there are fairies and pirates and dreams. Here there are strong women and lighthouses and drought-torn farms. Here there are heroes and villains and mysteries forgotten by time.  I hope that one day my words can bring you here too, so you might share this magic. ♥