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A little about me and mine

My name is Julie and I am currently a ‘minimally published’ writer. I have had a few short stories published in magazines, an article, a handful of letters with and without silly photos and my most recent achievement was an ‘out of my comfort zone’ alien story. My alien story was part of an assignment for a Creative Writing course I have just completed and, having been advised by my tutor, who is an established crime novelist, to submit it, I was overjoyed to have it included in a Fantasy Short Story Anthology. It might be small but it’s MY small.

I planned this blog, again after advice given during my course, to start pushing my name ‘out there’ while I work on what I hope will be a published novel one day. I figured it would be a good way to share some of my short stories and poems as well as writing reports and articles about dancing with Ceroc.

Clive, my gorgeous husband and friend, and I love to dance. Aside from family, dancing is our greatest pleasure. We started learning not long after we moved in together and have never looked back.  Clive also loves to fly kites and, while I am happy to watch and occasionally fetch and carry those that don’t launch successfully, I like to spend my spare time writing or reading, when we are not dancing of course.

With a few subjects to write about, I felt I should put a little order into my blog as it was beginning to stray into the realms of posting about anything and everything when I felt like it, with no real  logical flow. So, I have decided upon a loose plan in which I can cover numerous niches without straying too far.

I have a page for posting my fiction in the form of short stories and poems. There is also a page dedicated to my love of Ceroc and all things dancing, while my blog will be reserved for my life and thoughts, family and friends and largely for you, the reader (and I sincerely hope, follower) to get to know the person beyond the page.

I plan to post at least one poem per week, one short story per month and I always do a write-up of Ceroc (dancing) events that we attend. I will post one or two of those each month and, who knows, I may one day inspire a reader to take up dancing. I will also post one or two general blog posts per month and I will post a monthly summary with links to the past month’s pages. Woohoo! I have a very loose version of a plan!

Thank you for visiting and I look forward to hearing from you.

Julie, aka Storytelling Dancer

xx

 

 

 

Kite flying, Poem, Writer's Blog

Flight of the Kite

I cannot lie – I took this idea from a fellow poet as I loved the shape of some of her poems. Thank you for the inspiration, Kim from Writing In North Norfolk.

This is it in word format because my mobile formatting makes a mess of it..

Flight of the Kite

 

                                                              A

                                                            Kite

                                                       Flying High

                                                 Soaring in clouds

                                          A break in the blue sky

                                       Silently diving and swooping

                                     Tension on line, a dead stillness

                               Settling, its rhythm gentle, smooth,

                            Bobbing at the end of the line, just waits,

                        A pull, a twist of the wrist, send it diving low,

                          A wrist flick, a jerk, paint the sky with loops,

                            Repeat, making patterns, response fast,

                               Buzz from the line, hearing the winds,

                                  Slow the descent, landing begins,

                                     Gently, to grass, let it rest now,

                                          Its flight over, now ended,

                                             A long tail follows lazily,

                                                    Fluttering, it falls,

                                                      Flight doomed

                                                              Now folds,

                                                             Into

                                                               Its

                                                           Holdall.

                                                            Day Over

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                                                                    N

                                                                      O

                                                                        T

                                                                          H

                                                                            E

                                                                              R

                                                                                 *

                                                                                    W

                                                                                        I

                                                                                         L

                                                                                            L

                                                                                              *

                                                                                                 C

                                                                                                    O

                                                                                                        M

                                                                                                              E

                                                                                                                 *

                                                                                                                      S

                                                                                                                        O

                                                                                                                           O

                                                                                                                               N

                                                                                                                           **

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Daily Life, Poem, Writer's Blog

Remember

Remember, now, the laughter,
As we ran down to the sea,
Remember how we rolled down hills,
How carefree, then, we used to be.
***
Remember, now, the children,
How much love we had to give,
Remember, they still need your love,
There’s so much life you’ve yet to live.
***
Remember when you told me,
Forever, we would be,
Remember how we promised, then,
It would just be you and me.
***
Remember, now that life has changed,
I’ve had to leave too soon,
Remember, when you’re searching,
I’m the twinkle just beyond the moon.
***

Writer's Blog

Heaven’s Door

The time has come for me to leave,

I had to go away,

I feel your strength, to let me go,

I could not last another day.

***

I want you to remember,

To feel me by your side,

To know that though you can’t see me,

I’ll wander far and wide.

***

I’ll come and visit often,

Will watch you as you sleep,

Will hold your hand when times are tough,

Brush away the tears you weep.

***

And when you’re good and ready,

To face what lies beyond,

I’ll leave you to resume your life,

I will not linger on.

***

You’ll laugh aloud with someone new,

And know it will please me,

To see that you are moving on,

Heaven’s door will open to receive me.

***

Daily Life, Poem, Writer's Blog

Life’s Worth?

When kindness is mistaken for weakness,

When faced with a choice at your door,

When sadness comes knocking, the ones you must face,

Are those you thought worth living for.

***

You’ve given your all, when you were so alone,

Faced up to the wolf before death,

Foresaken so much just to clothe them and feed,

You’d offer your very last breath.

***

But with cards on the table, however they fall,

And given the chance to make right,

They’ve risen above all that paved them their way,

Uncaring, they’ll bid you goodnight.

***

You’re no more than some words which are written,

Across greetings cards, now, when they come,

No meaning, not heartfelt, out of habit inscribed,

The feeling less deep than is numb.

***

So when all’s been and gone your job’s done now,

The choices they make are their own,

You’ve done but your best, yet it’s not good enough,

For in the end, you’re always alone.

***

Writer's Blog

Kite

We do love a kite in our family.

writing in north norfolk

caught by the wind
entangled in a kite’s tail
a child’s laughter

Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2019

Related imageImage found on Wikipedia

My response to Carpe Diem #1641 a modern kigo: Kite

In a new episode, we have another modern kigo from Jane Reichhold’s Dictionary of Haiku.

watercolor class
the painted blue sky
becomes a kite

flying a kite
gulls above the beach stare
at the old couple

Jane Reichhold

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Daily Life, Work, Writer's Blog

The IT Manager

I am the girl who you hope not to see,

Life can be dull when you work in IT,

If I’m at your door, there’s surely been strife,

Something’s not working, you can bet on your life.

Girl Working on a Computer

If I’m hovering nearby, then a system has crashed,

A workstation’s broken, your hopes will be dashed,

All thoughts of a good day, where your work gets ahead,

Will fly from the window, your desk you may dread.

***

If I am there now and the technician’s been by,

And still nothing’s working, my face may belie,

May give you a hint of the depth of the bad,

When I return with a smile, then you’re sure to be glad.

Girl Working on a Computer

For if all is well, all is good behind the scenes,

The servers are serving, most definitely means,

You have nothing to fear, your work will surely get done,

If I’ve walked away you can be sure problems are none.

***

For I am the girl, in her office resides,

Answering issues, and keeping an eye,

Certain that errors we can mostly contain,

If my presence is needed, of your life I’m a bane.

Girl Working on a Computer

For most everyday, the technician’s you’ll see,

Out and about fixing issues, you’ll not see me,

But don’t think I’m not working as I’m holding the reins,

Hoping to prevent you from suffering IT pains.

***

 

Chiari Malformation, Writer's Blog

Help to Share the Friday Feeling

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I sent my husband a Whats App message during the morning, mentioning I felt tired and needed a walk in the sunshine. He offered to meet me for a coffee at lunchtime and duly arrived, meeting me with bare arms in the warmth of early Spring sunshine.

We wandered to the Cathedral Refectory, conveniently located a short distance away, both it and my place of work being located in the grounds of Norwich Cathedral. We enjoyed a drink and each chose a slice of home-baked cake which we hungrily devoured. Feeling stifled, I suggested a walk in the Cathedral Close. The infinite blue sky offered a vibrant backdrop for the cathedral, resplendent in its majesty. We are humbled to be afforded the enjoyment of witnessing such beauty during our midday break.

I was reminded of a story one of my friends from dancing had drawn my attention to while we were at Ceroc last night. The local news yesterday evening had shared the story of a young lady who is very sick and needs help to raise over £300,000 just to give her the chance of surgery to relieve and, indeed, save her. One of the conditions she is seeking help with, is a condition my own son suffered with and had subsequent surgery for, just four years ago. The condition is known as Chiari Malformation which is neurological disorder whereby the lower part of the brain is pushed down from the skull and interferes with the spinal cord. In short, it gets in the way of fluids needing to make their way past and the pressure on the base of the brain results in a number of painful and debilitating neurological problems.

The surgery required is called decompression and is normally available, as it was to my own son, on the NHS in hospitals such as Addenbrookes. The lady, Sarah Jackson, has other related conditions which prevent even the experts in the UK from attempting the surgeries she requires and she has to see one of the top specialists in the world who is based in America. He can operate and give her the best chance of a normal life but she needs to raise around £300,000 for that and the other costs such as flights, scans, etc. This all has to be raised within two months which will not be easy.

I found her ‘gofundme’ page online and on Facebook and researched her story further. If only I could win the lottery – this lady would be high on my list of those I would wish to help. So far, just over £14,000 of the £300,000 has been raised and I felt I would dedicate today’s blog post to sharing her cause in the hope that those who have a few spare pounds could click on the link and donate whatever they can.

If you can help by donating or even if you could just share this blog post or the relevant links below, you could just be helping to give this young lady her life back. A life she cannot remember as normal. Surly she deserves the chance to walk out at midday and see similar sights to those I have had the privilege of seeing today?

Sarah’s ‘Go Fund Me’ page can be found here:  https://www.gofundme.com/slsnbs

Sarah’s Twitter page can be found here: https://twitter.com/LifeForSarah

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