Sally Cronin’s Family & Friends Series over on her wonderful Smorgasbord Invitation blog…

I am delighted that Sally chose to feature one of my old blog posts, as part of the Family & Friends Series, over on her wonderful Smorgasbord Invitation blog.

Brotherly Love….

Thank you, Sally. ❤

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2020/04/07/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-family-and-friends-brotherly-love-by-jane-sturgeon/

Smorgasbord Cafe and Bookstore – Author Updates – #Reviews – #ComingofAge Bette A. Stevens, #Writing Jane Sturgeon, #PostApocalyptic Terry Tyler

I am grateful for Sally’s loving support and Brigid’s thoughtful review. ❤

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

The first author and poet today is Bette A. Stevens and a recent review for Dog Bone Soup

About the book

Whether or not You Grew Up in the 1950s and 60s, you’ll find DOG BONE SOUP (Historical Fiction) to be soup for the soul. In this coming-of-age novel, Shawn Daniels’s father is the town drunk. Shawn and his brother Willie are in charge of handling everything that needs to be done around the ramshackle place they call home—lugging in water for cooking and cleaning, splitting and stacking firewood…But when chores are done, these resourceful kids strike out on boundless adventures that don’t cost a dime. DOG BONE SOUP is the poignant tale of a dysfunctional family struggling to survive in America in the 50s and 60s, when others were living The American Dream.

One of the recent reviews for the book

Jan 19, 2020Janet Gogerty rated  Five Stars

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Connecting…

When I was working on the psychic line I received a telephone call that found it’s way into my heart memories and I discovered it there recently.

The lady who called was terminally ill and started the call with,

“I don’t have any questions as such, I just wanted to ring.”

In that instant, I dropped every label/shield that I was holding, as I instinctively knew she had no expectations. I wasn’t a medium, psychic, woman, mother, or anything else. I was simply one soul connecting to another.

We talked about fresh washing hanging out on the line, the sound of children’s laughter, wrapping in soft towels after a bath, birdsong at dawn, a large amount of rubbish on the telly (even though there are umpteen channels), the wisdom of avoiding the news, knitting, an absorbing play on the radio, a clean kitchen floor and the grace of expression through writing.

I shared with her a story of being out shopping with friends and two of us squealing with delight when we saw a new range of notebooks. One (somewhat pithy) member of our group commented,

“Surely one notebook is enough?”

“One? I don’t understand the question.” I replied.

We giggled over the pure joy of finding a notebook with a great cover and found ourselves agreeing that writing with heart and our own voice gifts connection. Sitting quietly she had found herself imagining stories for children and we ended our call with her intention to write them down.

Learning to duck…

One of my buddies in the post office was not at his best the other morning and as we chatted he made a belting comment. Being a man who deals with folk daily, and is also married, he caught my stunned facial expression and knew something had happened.

A look of fear flashed across his face.

His comment had hit a boulder size emotional trigger in me and several things were happening in a split second. You’ll all know that as we gather experience in life there are things we like to work on. My reaction when I have been triggered is one of mine. As a creative, my past responses have explosive, verbal and held the deadly accuracy of an Exocet missile.

In a split second, I clamped my lips shut and breathed through my nostrils. which may have flared and scared him further. Several moments passed and I put my hand over his, smiled and wished him a lovely day, then left.

As I walked home I realised that his comment had touched on past hurt and had no relevance to the here and now. I let it all flow out through my feet and down into the earth below.

It was a few days after that and I was on the front line with a soul who needs to fire arrows and ones which are intentionally tipped with poison. This time (knowing what was coming) I let them bounce off, so I wasn’t even triggered. I closed the conversation down each time and changed the subject.

I am learning how to duck.

Q & A by D.G. Kaye

I am touched by D.G. Kaye’s heartwarming post on her site. Debby took the care and time to interview me and gather information about my book, Writing on Water: Self-awareness, and then share it. Debby is a prolific and astute author and she generously shares her time and wisdom with others through her books and online presence.

Thank you, Debby, my unicorn buddy. ❤

Q & A with Jane Sturgeon by D.G. Kaye

Doorways…

I was coming back home the other day, weary and dirty, and my arms were full of a vacuum cleaner, pipe, nozzles, cloths, long duster on a pole and goodness knows what else. Walking down our street, I had seen something that I needed to think about, yet I already knew it required a hard decision and would take me a good few hours to put right, so my mind was elsewhere. You already know this story is not going to end well…

I reached the main front door (which is huge) and as I came through the long duster fell from my arms and I instinctively lent forward to catch it and everything cascaded out of my arms bar the actual vacuum. It made a racket and my landlady opened the inner door with a smile and a ‘Do you need help, Jane?’

‘Sorry’ I replied ‘I really ought to have put some things down before I came in!’

She put it all back in my arms and I manhandled it up the stairs to my place.

How many times do we think we’re saving time by carrying too much? Or, find our minds on something else entirely so we’re not ‘in’ the moment. There’s much talk in these times about being present and this was a classic example of being scattered.

It made me think later and I promise I wasn’t trying to do something else at that moment. I have been setting up a project in the last few months and it has become a business, which is a new door for me. Things kept getting stuck and I have discovered that I was trying to carry some outdated thinking, stories and beliefs through that doorway. At each stalling point, I made myself aware of my thoughts and kept them in check, edited, or deleted them as needed. It’s surprising what happens when we do that. ❤