the little girl.
One of the notes Elena left behind.
This is probably old news to most of you but I heard a heart-warming story the other day.
A six-year old girl with brain cancer began to leave her parents little notes around the house. She drew pictures and messages of love to leave behind for when she passed away inbetween books, in drawers etc.
Her parents are still finding the notes now, after she passed away in 2007 and they say that “each one is like a little hug from her”.
I think that this a beautiful idea, and it is so sad that someone so special passed away. I hope that her parents find peace and that the “notes left behind” give them the strength to carry on even though their daughter is gone.
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As I watched David Attenborough’s “Life” last night, I learnt of a bizarre, yet cruel fact about an arctic reindeer’s life.
The arctic reindeer are prone to getting nipped at “biting flies”. These flies can drink up to a pint of blood in a day and so pose a real threat to Rudolph and his friends.
So the reindeer run to higher ground to get away from the flies but in said process, it is almost certain that one of the straggling calves gets left behind. After this, it is alone and lost and will be eaten by vultures, quicker than it’s mother can find it again…
…and we thought we had problems.
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getting started…
How can I begin to scribble down an explosion of every insomniatic, paranoid and neurotic thought common to people like me?
In my modern-day generation, we decide to “blog” our feelings, as a vent for our frustrations with people, concepts and ideas.
We use our blogs to create attention where we feel it lacking. We use them to create a persona more exciting and literate or blasé and bitchy than our own. We use them to get back at the little person who spilt our drink, or the overweight bully from junior school.
“Why am I here?”
An escape, a vent, a new persona-all three. But I will try, dear reader, the act of telepathy to you and you alone.
“Sowisa babyluv” for those of you who are blissfully unware of my URL is a simple yet beautiful quotation from the great Stephen King in his 2006 novel, “Lisey’s Story”.
It is a phrase used by the late Scott Landon to his wife Lisey. ‘Babyluv’ was merely a term of endearment and ’sowisa’…
“Strap On Whenever It Seems Appropriate.”
Anyway, removing myself from my King tangent, almost, my page will aim to get my voice heard. To write what I know, what I fear I will never know and what I want you to know in the end.
I finish with another quotation, this time from “On Writing”;
We’re having a meeting of the minds… We’ve engaged in an act of telepathy. Not mythy-mountain shit; real telepathy.
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an introduction…
So…
“In my dreams, I am a sophisticated, successful glamour-ridden writer for a glossy magazine in New York City. I plaster my lips with Dior red lipstick and I’ve constantly got a cigarillo between my long, spindly fingers. My name would be something long and beautiful that rolls gently off of the tongue and dances on paper. Something like Lolita-the sounds are so beautiful…
…I’ve always noticed I was different but I didn’t see it as a bad thing. My mother called me Jenna, after a character in TV sitcom Dallas. She was a gorgeous young woman played by none other than Miss Priscilla Presley and Mum hoped I’d be just as stunning. More pity her…
…I was born in a little town on the very edge of London called Watford. It was and still is the dirty suburban area of the county Hertfordshire, but to me, it was a heaven and it was my childhood…
…As a baby, whose father left her due to mental illness, my mother did her best at raising me alone. Her love compensated for only having one parent. I grew into an inquisitive and intelligent child, said to have started simple reading at the age of two. I was eager to learn and had loving family to help me do so…
…Mother was lonely, and I recall meeting many boyfriends who fluttered into my life and destroyed her happiness for one reason or another…
…At school, I had a few wonderfully close friends and we would play the most imaginative games. There was no racism, or cliques. We were blissfully and beautifully united…”
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