Music Monday features #Canadian with The Band (2)

Recently, I posted a picture of myself wearing vinyl albums to highlight my Canadian style for the Dare to Wear Love Challenge. You can hit the link and see the picture. The challenge is now over, and I exceeded my target!

Thank you to all who donated, shared, and liked my pictures. To learn more about the cause, visit Dare to Wear Love.

My intention was to feature the artists from those albums, and I started with Robbie Robertson from The Band.

I so enjoyed listening to their songs over the past week that I’m going to continue showcasing them.

In this video, The Band performs “It Makes No Difference.” On vocals is the late, great Rick Danko.

It’s a beautiful, melancholic song, and I hope you enjoy it,

eden

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Music Monday features #Canadian with The Band

This past week I posted a picture of myself wearing vinyl – vinyl albums that is. It was done to highlight my Canadian style for the Dare to Wear Love Challenge. You can hit the link and see the picture. I also wrote about the fundraiser in a recent post

I’d like to feature the artists from those albums over the next weeks.

First up is Robbie Robertson. He was in a band simply called “The Band.”

Its original members consisted of Canadians Rick Danko (bass, vocals), Garth Hudson (keyboards), Richard Manuel (piano, vocals), Robbie Robertson (guitar), and American, Levon Helm (drums, vocals).

In the film The Last Waltz, advertised as The Band’s “farewell concert, the band was joined by Bob Dylan, Paul Butterfield, Joni Mitchell, and many others. It’s a terrific concert movie directed by Martin Scorsese and definitely worth watching.

In this video, The Band performs their classic “The Weight” with the Staple Singers.

I hope you enjoy it, and have a wonderful week,

eden

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Support my @DaretoWearLove Challenge #Africa #dtwl

Dare to Wear Love celebrates the work of Canada’s fashion community and performing artists. It also raises funds and awareness for the Stephen Lewis Foundation, which puts money into grassroots organizations in Africa to fight the AIDS pandemic.

I’ve been taking part in the Dare to Wear Challenge, and with just one week left, I’m so close to my goal!

I’ve done the challenge twice before and even walked the runway.

To show you how amazing it was, I’ve attached a video from the last event. Don’t blink or you’ll miss me (1:50 into the video)!

I’m proud to continue supporting this worthy fundraiser, and I hope you will too. Find out how you can get tickets to the show here.

If you’d like to support me, you can donate by going to this linkNo amount is too small, and every dollar is greatly appreciated.

Thank you so much for your support.

eden

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@BestSellingRead interviews Eden Baylee

BestSelling Reads is an association of talented authors who value teamwork and possess a proven track record of producing quality fiction and non-fiction. I am happy to be part of this prestigious group.

They have interviewed me as part of a series to get to know all the authors better.

The questions are unique and personal, so I hope you will enjoy reading my responses.

You can access the interview by hitting the graphic below.

Connect to BestSelling Reads – a great site and resource for writers and readers! 

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Music Monday says It’s The Same Old Song

When I’m stuck for music, Motown never lets me down. I heard a lot of it this week at various locations, and it always puts me in a good mood.

Here’s a great tune from The Four Tops with some funky dance moves too!

Enjoy this high energy song to kick off your week,

eden

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Music Monday heats up with @ArethaFranklin

The “Queen of Soul,” Aretha Franklin turned 75 this past weekend. Her last album, Aretha Franklin Sings the Great Diva Classics released in 2014 and features hits from singers Adele, Alicia Keys, and others.

Though I like Aretha’s rendition of these songs, I much prefer the ones she popularized — “Respect,” in particular.

It’s a simple thing, but it means a lot when we deal with people.

We want and expect it. We should treat others with it.

Certainly in today’s tumultuous climate, we can all use more of it.

Enjoy, and have a great week.

eden

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Support Fashion and Fight Aids with @DaretoWearLove #Africa

Dare to Wear Love celebrates the work of Canada’s fashion community and performing artists. It also raises funds and awareness for the Stephen Lewis Foundation, which puts money into grassroots organizations in Africa to fight the AIDS pandemic.


From today until April 15th, I’ll be raising money for the Dare to Wear Challenge by embracing my Canadian style and wearing Canadian.

I’ve done the challenge twice before and even won a chance to walk the runway! I’m proud to continue supporting this worthy fundraiser, which concludes with the Dare to Wear Love Gala on May 12, 2017. At this prestigious event, Canada’s top fashion designers create one-of-a-kind ensembles from six yards of African fabric. These designs are modelled at the gala by supermodels, dancers, musicians, and other celebrities, as well as winners of the Dare to Wear Love Challenge.

Find out how you can get tickets to the show here.

Below are a few pictures from previous years when I did the challenge. If you’d like to support this incredible cause and potentially win an opportunity to walk the runway, take the challenge!

If, instead, you’d like to donate to my efforts, I’d be SO grateful! You’ll also discover my real name when you do. 😉

You can donate by going to this link. No amount is too small, and every dollar is greatly appreciated.

Thank you so much for your support.

eden

Boots by La Canadienne

Shovel from Canadian Tire

Hockey stick and skates. What can be more Canadian?

Walking the runway at the Ritz Carlton

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Music Monday remembers Chuck Berry

We lost legendary musician, Chuck Berry this past weekend at the age of 90. Berry was apparently working on a new album when he died.

With so many memorable songs, it wasn’t an easy task to choose just one, but who doesn’t know “Johnny B. Goode?” It’s the semi-autobiographical tale of a guitar player down on his luck who ends up with his name in lights.

It’s also powered by the most memorable guitar intro in rock history.

Thank you for the music, Chuck Berry, undisputed father of rock and roll.

May you rest in peace.

eden

 

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Music Monday heats up with @EdSheeran

Of all the new artists who’ve emerged of late, Ed Sheeran is my favourite.

“Shape of You” is accompanied by a video that features an interracial pairing. The narrative follows Sheeran as a boxer who strikes up a romance with a female boxer. When she apparently leaves him, he trains to fight a most unusual opponent.

It’s a fun video, a catchy tune, and I hope it infuses your week with great energy.

Enjoy,

eden

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Music Monday heats up with Joni Mitchell

Most weeks, I’m able to come up with my Music Monday choice by Sunday, but last night I drew a blank … until this morning.

This is a song I’ve posted before, though the video is one I just found.

Beautiful lyrics, poetry, and the haunting voice of Joni Mitchell deserves a replay.

Enjoy it again, and have a wonderful week,

eden

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Music Monday heats up with @JTimberlake

I have a soft spot for Justin Timberlake. He can sing, dance, act, and in all the times I’ve seen him, he’s never taken himself seriously.

“Can’t Stop the Feeling” is from the movie Trolls.

Timberlake performed it as the opening number of the 89th Academy Awards Show, aired last night. Even though the song lost to “City of Stars” from La La Land, it’s a great song to dance to, so get up and move!

Have a fun week and enjoy the end of February,

eden

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LOVE AND DEATH ~ A story for @RBwood’s Word Count Podcast

The prompt for the latest episode of R.B. Wood’s Word Count Podcast asked that we use February in the setting AND the picture below:

red rose

My story inspiration

Given the prompts, it was almost too obvious to write something about Valentine’s Day, but I did so anyway. As my stories usually have a twist, (and I’m a bit twisted myself), “Love and Death” became the result.

You can also listen to me reading the story on episode 63 of R.B. Wood’s podcast.

Hope you enjoy. 😉

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When February rolls around, I think of two things: love and death. They happened at the same time for me many years ago, and I cannot unlink their connection in my brain any more than I can sever my arm from my shoulder.

Actually, the latter would probably be easier to do.

How many years has it been? I’ve lost count. If it were not for the calendar hanging by my bed, I would not know what day it was.

It was supposed to happen on Valentine’s Day, going on a decade ago now. It was the day my love and I had planned to be together. After so many false starts, which included a death in his wife’s family, and my husband’s surgery, we finally saw nothing else to delay our union. We decided on Valentine’s Day as our official “coming out” day. It was perfect. How could it be any more romantic? Two people who had loved each other privately for years would now finally be together.

I don’t recall how we determined that I would tell my husband first. At the time, it wasn’t important for me who made the initial move. I just knew that by the week of February 14th, we would no longer have to keep our relationship a secret. After that critical step, we would separate and file for divorce. We would try to make it as painless as possible, even joked that maybe our respective spouses might not be too upset about it. After all, neither of our marriages had been on solid ground for some time.

We had decided not to reveal the affair to our spouses. What was the point? There was any number of reasons I could use to end my marriage. I ended up telling my husband I was tired, tired of his apathy. It was true. After so many years, his lack of affection had whittled away at my self-confidence. The kids were gone, and it seemed like he no longer needed me. At one point, I even thought that maybe he was having an affair, but he wasn’t the type. He was a workaholic and much too timid to seek out another relationship.

No, he had just gotten lazy. He took me for granted. It wasn’t a new problem. We’d gone for counseling for this very issue only a couple of years after we got married, but old patterns are hard to break. I know. I fell into them myself. We grew further and further apart until I became numb. Then Jack came into my life and everything changed.

I meant something to someone who appreciated me. And Jack was that someone, and he was so appreciative. God … he was amazing in every way—boyish and playful outside the bedroom, powerful and insatiable inside of it. I had never felt so alive than when I was with him.

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At Jack’s request, I saw him the day before Valentine’s day. It seemed odd that he had texted me instead of responding to my lengthy email from several nights earlier, an email in which I explained how happy I was that I had told my husband about us. I went into great detail about what I had said. Jack and I were always good in that way. We didn’t keep any secrets from each other. It did not alarm me that he didn’t respond immediately to my email. He and his wife had taken a weekend away to their cottage. It was there that he had planned to break the news about us to her.

When Jack and I met in the apartment I had secretly rented for our meetings, he appeared like he always did—happy to see me. He came with a bouquet of red roses in hand and kissed me. I felt loved by him, like I always did. I remember placing the flowers in a vase, taking my time to relish the moment of not having to hide anymore. We could finally live our relationship in the open, or so I thought.

My memory is fuzzy from the time Jack spoke that night. I don’t recall hearing the words, but I know he must have said them.

I can’t leave my wife.

She said she would kill herself if I did.

I’m sorry. I am so sorry.

His words hit me like a slap that resonated throughout the echoey apartment. I remember touching my cheek as heat rose to cover it. I picked up the shears I had used to cut the stems of the roses and then everything went black.

To this day, I have no recollection of what happened afterward that evening. They said I killed Jack in a fit of rage; I’ve accepted that I must have. I just wish I could remember it. It’s hard to imagine I could do such a thing, but perhaps love does crazy things to people.

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Thank you for reading and/or listening. Feel free to leave a comment or question. Feedback, whether good or bad is always welcome.

~eden

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Music Monday heats up with Talking Heads

David Byrne of Talking Heads is a hell of a performer. He’s mesmerizing in this innovative and bizarre video for the song “Once in a Lifetime.”

Sung in a stream of consciousness lyrical style inspired by early rap, it’s a favorite of mine from the album, Remain in Light. The song is an adventurous foray into African mythologies and rhythms.

Of particular interest to me was that Byrne was suffering writer’s block prior to this album. He looked to African music to break his writer’s block, realizing that when African musicians forget words, they often improvise and make new ones up. (I should try that for my next book. 😉 )

He also viewed footage of various tribal, religious rituals and incorporated some of their movements, in keeping with the “unconscious religious lyrics.”

That explains a lot when you listen to the words and watch his performance.

Enjoy the song. If this past week is any indication, spring is hopefully around the corner!

eden

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NEW Release from @TWDittmer ~ Five-Toed Tigress #mystery

I’m very happy to announce the release of a new book called Five-Toed Tigress by T. W. Dittmer.

Tim is a beautiful writer, and I’m happy to feature his latest book.

You may recall him as the author of The Valley Walker, a book I thoroughly enjoyed after I interviewed him on my blog.

If you missed the interview, feel free to read it now. Tim is both entertaining and informative.

I picked up my copy of Five-Toed Tigress and hope you will do the same!

five toed tigress

 Buy Link

Amazon

The Five-Toed Tigress stalks the night, gliding effortlessly through the canopied forests of Cambodia– the Tiger’s Dance Floor.

She is on patrol, her mission to protect the downtrodden from the power of the greedy. Her movements are so fluid and graceful that her prowl is a thing of beauty, a dance to the music of life and death.

The Tigress is a solitary hunter, and she dances alone on her mission. She gives herself wholeheartedly to her dance, but desires a dancing partner – a mate.

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 Connect with Tim

Tim W Dittmer

Website | Twitter @TWDittmer

Amazon Author page | Goodreads | Facebook

T. W. Dittmer’s full name is Timothy Watson Dittmer. His friends call him Tim.

He was raised in Gary, Indiana, the son of a steel worker who later turned to preaching the Gospel. After high school he joined the army and volunteered for service in Vietnam.

He started writing music and poetry in high school, and has carried the love of those arts through his life. That love shines through in his prose.

He lives quietly with his wife in Michigan, where he is busy working on his next book.

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Music Monday heats up with Al Jarreau

Continuing on my theme of songs that keep me warm, here’s one from legendary jazz and R & B musician, Al Jarreau.

Mr. Jarreau passed away yesterday at age 76. I was sad to hear of another artist leaving us.

This single, probably his most well-known song, charted in 1981. I credit it as one of those songs that introduced me to jazz and helped me appreciate the genre.

Enjoy the sweet sound of “We’re in this Love Together” and have a good week,

eden

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VALENTINE’S DAY blog hop ~ WIN $170 Amazon gift card #leicrimeKW

UPDATE Feb. 17, 2017: This contest is now closed, and the winner has been chosen. Thanks to everyone who commented!

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I’m taking a Monday Music break to make an important announcement.valentine hop #leicrimekw

As part of a group of writers for author Toby Neal’s series: Lei Crime KindleWorlds, we have banded together to give readers a chance to win an Amazon Gift Card worth $170! 

This is open to loyal fans of the series, and to new readers who’ve not read any of the books yet.

You need a Facebook account to enter, and it’s SUPER EASY! Here’s what you do:

1) Read each author’s Facebook post and check out the great recipe each has to offer!

2) Learn more about their #LeiCrimeKW books.

3) COMMENT on each Facebook post with your choice of a Valentine’s meal. EACH comment is an entry to win the $170 Amazon Gift Card!

4) While you’re there, please LIKE each author’s page. It helps and is greatly appreciated.

Below, you will find the post that is currently pinned to the top of my Facebook page.

Go to it and COMMENT, then proceed to the next author’s page and do the same. The more times you comment, the higher your odds of winning!

Contest ends Feb. 12th. Good luck, everyone!

3 leikw books

Eden is the author of 3 Lei Crime KindleWorld books –
A Snake in Paradise ~ SEAL of a Monk ~ Charade at Sea
You can find her books on Amazon at: https://www.amazon.com/Eden-Baylee/e/B004Z8Q6UQ/

haupia

HAUPIA (Hawaiian Coconut Pudding), is mentioned in “A Snake in Paradise.” In the story, Haupia is served as part of a traditional Hawaiian luau. The pudding has the consistency of Jell-o and custard and is EASY to make. Since no Valentine’s Day is complete without something sweet for your sweetie, be sure to add Haupia to your menu!

Ingredients:
1 cup whole milk
1 can coconut milk
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 cup sugar
2/3 cup corn starch
1 pinch of salt
Toasted coconut

Cook coconut milk over medium heat in saucepan until hot. In a separate bowl, combine milk, vanilla, sugar, corn starch, and salt and mix until blended. Pour ingredients into the coconut milk and whisk until it thickens. Fill a 9×9″ pan with the mixture, spread evenly, and chill in the refrigerator for 2-3 hours. Sprinkle with toasted coconut. Cut and serve cold.

HOP to the next author – the amazing Emily Kimelman! 

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Music Monday heats up with Bruce @Springsteen

Another interesting week has passed. Another is heating up.

“One Step Up” by Bruce Springsteen encapsulates the turmoil of a relationship between a man and a woman, but it can easily extend beyond this pairing.

Different belief systems and political affiliations are creating ever-increasing turbulent relationships.

This song reflects how I feel about the world of late.

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One Step Up

Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn’t burnin’
Went out and hopped in my old Ford
Hit the engine but she ain’t turnin’
We’ve given each other some hard lessons lately
But we ain’t learnin’
We’re the same sad story that’s a fact
One step up and two steps back

Bird on a wire outside my motel room
But he ain’t singin’
Girl in white outside a church in June
But the church bells they ain’t ringing
I’m sittin’ here in this bar tonight
But all I’m thinkin’ is
I’m the same old story same old act
One step up and two steps back

It’s the same thing night on night
Who’s wrong baby who’s right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I don’t see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track
I’m caught movin’ one step up and two steps back

There’s a girl across the bar
I get the message she’s sendin’
Mmm she ain’t lookin’ too married
And me well honey I’m pretending
Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms
The music was never-ending
We danced as the evening sky faded to black
One step up and two steps back

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Born to Run is Bruce Springsteen’s new autobiography.  I gave it as a gift to my husband and he read it in a week, said it was terrific.

Consider it for the music lover in your life.

Have a good week,

eden

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SELFIE LOVE ~ A story written with Bill Kirton (@carver22) for @RBwood’s Word Count Podcast

The prompt for R.B. Wood’s FIRST Word Count Podcast of 2017 asked that we use January in the setting AND the picture below:

wcpc 62 prompt

And … I didn’t write the story on my own.

You may recall I collaborated with Bill Kirton, the esteemed Scottish author for a story titled: “The Wrong Shoes.” That was already two years ago!

Since then, Bill and I have wanted to write together again, and we’ve done it. Hopefully, we will do it again this year.

This story is written in two different voices as an e-mail exchange. Bill started it, and we went from there. Neither of us knew where the other was going. It was both fun and a challenge to write this saucy tale. You can learn more about the process on Bill’s blog.

I’m excited to write for R.B. Wood’s podcast again. The new year brings with it many creative opportunities, and I look forward to sharing my writing with you.

Enjoy “Selfie Love.” You can listen to Bill and me reading the story on episode 62 of R.B. Wood’s podcast.

eden and bill selfie love

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Sorry, Laura, I don’t get it. I mean, it’s been, what, 2 months? And not a word. Then suddenly, you send this. The photo. I know, I know, we said no commitment, no follow-ups. And that was right. I knew there’d be hell to pay with Alice if she knew. I mean, wives get understandably pissed off with that sort of thing. You made it pretty clear it’d be the same with your Tom. They wouldn’t understand. Of course they wouldn’t. I get all that, but I don’t know, I thought we’d at least keep in touch somehow. But not like this. An email, no words, just this attachment. What the hell’s it mean?

At first, I thought it was maybe just your way of saying you remembered a great night, a great way to start the year. Just the two of us, the house by the water. But I don’t remember us taking a shot like this. There were much better views. I mean, when the tide’s out like that, the estuary’s… well, just mud. Then I remembered, we did take some shots from here, but we were just fooling around. They were all selfies. So I looked through them. Great memories, certainly. You look as gorgeous as ever. And we’re both grinning like idiots. But then it struck me that one of them was taken from exactly that point on the road, the same point as the one you sent. Not just approximately, but exactly there. The single phone wire top right, the rail bottom left, the angle… If it was just a shot of the view, it’s a helluva coincidence.

But it’s not a coincidence, is it? It’s the selfie. You’ve just photoshopped us out of it. Used bits of the other shots to paste over us. And you’ve done a helluva good job. But why? Is it a fancy way of saying it won’t happen again? No more nights or weekends? I want to believe you sent it for good reasons, not scary ones. So humour me, will you? Remember, I have a very small brain, so I need things spelled out for me. What’s it mean? Please.

Love and lots of our kisses

Ross.

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Ross,

You’re right. This is a strange way to reconnect … and I’m sorry.

I had this email in my “Drafts” for days. Frustration, more than anything made me finally hit the send button. Now, I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d had the courage not to follow up as we’d agreed. I hate myself for my weakness.

This cryptic photo is the umpteenth iteration of this email, started more than a week ago. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent trying to find the right words, and in the end, there were no words. I thought the picture would explain it better.

I had hoped you would understand. You were always in tune with my moods, even in the beginning when we were only speaking through emails and messaging. It’s why I originally agreed to Skype. What we had is something I’ve never had with any other man.

I’m saying this not because I blame you. Our time together brought me more happiness than I’ve had in my marriage in years, but now … I’m being punished. How fucking selfish of me for pursuing my own needs!

Oh Ross, don’t you see? If only I could erase us from that freezing day in January as easily as I photo-shopped us out of the picture, I would.

Forget about me. Forget about us.

Be the stronger one, and don’t contact me again. Please.

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Laura,

I’m sorry if you thought the long gap meant that asking me to be strong had worked. No chance, I’m afraid. No, it’s the same as it was for you. Different versions of this email have come and gone. The first one came out of panic, anger, said all sorts of despicable things that would have guaranteed it was over – you and me, I mean. Then the pathetic self-pity kicked in and I was pleading, begging – a completely unlovable, cowardly wimp. Thank God I didn’t send them. I hope I’ll be able to keep all that in check this time because I need to understand why. I can’t get past that word. Why? Why? Why? It just keeps on eating at me.

I’ve re-read your note so many times I could probably recite it from memory, but there’s so much of it I don’t understand. That January night seems decades away so maybe my recollections are skewed, but I don’t remember agreeing that there wouldn’t be any more. We were a bit quiet at the end but I thought that was because the weekend was over and we’d be going our separate ways – but not forever. I’m obviously not always in tune with your moods as much as you say. I certainly didn’t pick up on that one. Maybe I only ever saw what I wanted to see. You said yourself that us being together brought you happiness. It did. That’s what I saw.

You know, I thought I was joking about having a small brain but trying to decipher your email makes me think it’s probably true. In different circumstances, we’d have thought the symbolism of erasing a couple from a selfie was brilliant, but not when it’s us. God, we’ve been so careful, even with one another. Remember how we resisted that word ‘love’ for so long. Joked about it only being lust. Love was dangerous, threatened everything. But we were just fooling ourselves. In the end, it had to be said. And it was true. Still is. And part of the deal was that we’d only let ourselves say it as long as no one else was hurt by it. It’s been hard sometimes to hide it, but we’ve managed it. None of our friends suspect anything. It’s not going to be nearly as easy hiding the ache there’ll be if we do stop.

I’m just rambling. I don’t know what to say, how to convince you. You say you’re being punished – how? What’s punishing you? Who’s punishing you?

Sweet Laura, I don’t want to be the one who makes you miserable. If the problem is things I’ve said or done, tell me please. If the only way to take away the hurt is to say goodbye, I’ll say it. I won’t like it, but I’ll say it. Remember when I told you about that bit from Byron? I wasn’t being a pseud or pretentious. I meant it. It was something I read at school. I must have been 16, maybe 17, and it summed up exactly what I wanted. And it’s what I had, have with you.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling place

With one fair spirit for my minister.

Then I could quite forget the human race

And, hating no one, love but only her.

Corny? Maybe. Melodramatic, yeah, probably. But that’s what you are – my one fair spirit.

If you don’t reply, I’ll know it’s finished. I won’t write again, won’t ask any more questions or be so bloody needy. But I’ll never forget you.

All, yes, all my love.

Ross.

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Oh Ross …

I haven’t been able to stop crying since I got your note. I’ve told my husband I’ve come down with a bad cold. Thankfully, he doesn’t suspect otherwise. Truth is, I can’t dislodge you from my heart, no matter how hard I’ve tried. Until I read your email, I was barely functioning.

When I wrote to you, I was so confused. I didn’t see another option but to end it with us. I’m in a difficult place, but my tears haven’t all been sad ones. Reading your words gave me joy as well, especially the part where you said you still love me. Secretly, I must’ve hoped you would write back even though I asked you not to. I also love the piece from Byron. You see Ross, you do know me, even better than I know myself these days.

I’m so sorry I caused you pain. I never intended to. I just hurt so much after coming back from our weekend. With you, I discovered what it was like to feel true happiness. Our time together was bliss, and I’m still shocked that we managed to meet. We went from emailing one another to Skype to finally spending the night together. How many people get such an opportunity, and how many actually take it?

And though I’ve always believed that we should want what we have, I couldn’t resist you … so here we are.

You once asked me why I never called your wife by her name. I don’t think I ever responded, but I’d like to tell you now. The reason is because she and I don’t have a relationship. She’s your wife. If I were to use her name, it would bring her to life in my head, as if she were connected to me somehow, which she isn’t. And that goes for my husband as well. I never mention his name when I talk to you.

We’ve been so careful to keep our spouses and friends outside the world we’ve created. It’s just been the two of us … until now.

I waited as long as I did before I sent my first email because I had to be sure.

Ross, I’m pregnant with our child.

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OK darling, I haven’t given it enough time to think this through but I can imagine how anxious you are to know my reaction. Don’t worry, it’s good. More than good, it’s bloody brilliant. But that’s just the beginning. We can’t do this through emails. We need to be together to talk about it, back at the house by the river. Now, or as soon as you can make it.

You didn’t say what you thought about it. Hard to, really, there are so many obstacles in the way now. I think there might have been a time, when I was a lot younger, when this would’ve scared the hell out of me. I don’t like to think of what I might have done. Now, though… Well, I just hope we want the same thing, but I’ll go along with whatever you decide. It’s your body.

It won’t be easy, untangling ourselves from the lives we’ve lived so far, but we can do it. We have to. I feel bad, very bad, about how it’ll hit Alice and Tom. There’s no way round that. It’s not like erasing them from a selfie. So much for not hurting anybody. But we’ll make it as easy as we can for them. In the end, love’s such a selfish thing, but it’s also a gift, the best thing in the world. And we have it, and now there’s a chance I’ll have not just one, but two fair spirits. We can make it. We can make it.

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Thank you for reading and/or listening. Feel free to leave a comment or question. Feedback, whether good or bad is always welcome.

~eden

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Music Monday heats up with The O’Jays

It was quite the week with the transition of power from President Obama to the now, new president Trump. Social media blew up with rants about every aspect of the inauguration. I watched most of it live streaming on Facebook until I could not longer stomach the venomous comments. Add to that countless protests worldwide, and at times, the anger was palpable.

I am grateful for the Women’s March on Saturday, which, though heated at times, proved to be peaceful and harmonious. It showed extraordinary organization and power in numbers. And it wasn’t just women marching, of course. People from all over the world participated as a display of dissent against the Trump presidency.

He is on notice. I can only hope he listens.

This weekend, I heard “For the Love of Money” amongst other songs by The O’Jays. The group has a distinct sound, and I’ve loved their music since “Love Train” so long ago.

Well … it was interesting to learn this song was associated with Trump for his reality TV show, The Apprentice. 

The lyrics start with “Money” repeated six times, but it’s not a song that praises wealth and money. Quite the contrary, the title was a quote from the Bible, which read:

“For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”

I am not religious, but I thought it coincidental that I should hear this song at this time. Its meaning speaks to self-awareness and control, not of greed and idolatry.

I wonder if the new president realized this when he used the song for his show. If not, then he should certainly heed its true meaning now.

Have a good week, everyone,

eden

 

 

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Fiona Grayson ~ Guest blogger from The Community of WE (@TCofWE)

My first guest blogger of the year is Fiona Grayson, a writer who lives in Brisbane, Australia. It’s also Fiona’s first time as a guest blogger, so be sure to say “Hi!” to her.

I had the pleasure of being interviewed on her blog last year. If you didn’t get a chance to read it, you can find it here.

Fiona has an interesting story to tell about her journey into the blogging life, and I’m happy to have her share it with you.

I can never meet enough interesting women, and Fiona’s personal story is one I think you will enjoy.

Please welcome her to my blog.

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Who is Fiona Grayson?

I was pleasantly surprised when Eden graciously accepted my invitation to feature on my site as an inspiration to other women, sharing her amazing story, entitled “Banker turned Author Extraordinaire”, which you can read hereEden’s story is truly inspiring and authentic, I love her frankness and wit.

So, because I’m not really a writer (am working on that), I will share a bit about my life and why I blog …

I started blogging early 2016 about manifesting dreams. I went on to develop a site that focuses on everyday women (real women, real stories), who have successfully followed and achieved their goals and dreams.

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I’m the eldest of four with three younger brothers.  I grew up all over Brisbane, in Queensland, Australia. I’ve lived in almost every south-side suburb of Brisbane (Australia) through to living in the bush (not literally). We actually lived in houses, not trees. My parents were restless people, moving every couple of years, which meant I changed schools a lot.

My youngest memories are from when I turned three, I received a pink teddy bear from my uncle for my third birthday. I remember we lived in a dead end street that backed onto a forest. I used to spend hours exploring the forest. I remember dad had bought me some real live bunny rabbits for pets, which I suspect now, were for cooking rabbit stew. I woke up one day to find they were gone, apparently taken by a fox, or so dad said. Dad also told us that sultanas are really rabbit’s poo!!!

Dad was always making up stories like that. It never stopped me from eating sultanas though (laughing). I should have been born a boy, given I liked playing with mud, playing “cow-boys and itchy bums (indians)” with the neighbourhood boys, and apparently as a baby eating my own ‘you know what’ as well as rabbits poo. I was such a gross tomboy.

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Whenever I made a close friend, the family would up and move to a completely different end of town. For a few months, we would write letters to each other. My friend would then become a “pen-pal”, as mum called it back then. With each move I often felt lost and lonely, however, as I grew older, I got more and more used to change and began to view it as an adventure. Change for me became exciting (sometimes unsettling), but it only ever took a couple of days to adjust and adapt.

For me, change always means opportunity – When one door closes, another door opens”, that kind of thing.

Fast forward to thirteen, working at various different jobs after school. My first full-time job was working in a Real Estate office as a “Receptionist/Office assistant”. From there I worked at Kmart in the toys/confectionary section and various office jobs after that, until I decided to get into sales with the intention of earning more. I was pretty ambitious and had always wanted to become an entrepreneur or at least earn more than my parents.

My childhood was a roller-coaster ride of domestic violence, involving emotional, sexual and physical abuse. As you can imagine, stress and depression ruled my life. I understood why people committed suicide, however, that was never something I could possibly imagine doing.

I ended up marrying twice, experiencing varying degrees of domestic violence (however, I do have an absolutely wonderful son, which is what kept me going). That just goes to show how childhood experiences impact adult-hood. I am such a slow learner, dohhh!!!

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From those experiences, I have become the strong, independent woman I am today. I think that adversity builds empathy, strength and determination. I survived and thrived because I had a best friend who was my rock, and because I became more self-aware, constantly questioning what I was doing, thinking and saying to the point that I finally realised, that thoughts and words attract more of what you say and think into your life. A self-fulfilling prophecy you might say.

The other thing I constantly reminded myself of, was, that there is always someone else worse off than you, that there are women and children living in war torn countries, and if they can survive, so can I. It is very sobering.brisbane, australia

These days my life is pretty freaking amazing, and I am so grateful that I live in this wonderful country where, if you really want to achieve anything, you can if you want it bad enough.

It might not sound like it, but I don’t dwell in the past, I continually focus on the here, the now and how FABULOUS my life is now. Marrying twice, I learned a lot about relationships, particularly the relationship with myself. I have learned that you have to love and honour yourself, be confident (or, fake it until you make it) and accept who you are. That means embracing and accepting the good, the bad and the ugly bits of yourself. Once you do that, your relationships with everyone (friends, family, work associates, acquaintances) are more authentic and happier, or at least mine are.

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My friends describe me as a positivity junky, vivacious, energetic ever-ready bunny, creative, driven, successful and a bit of a dreamer who “chases butterflies”. Yep, that’s me.

I’ve had a couple of businesses (spanning a period of 9 years – in promotional merchandise and beauty therapy). I’ll give anything a go. I tried, unsuccessfully to launch a mythological range of sterling silver charms. Clearly I was the only person interested in mythology and charms at the time.

I currently work full-time in the property space in state government – which is extremely interesting and diverse. It suits my inquisitive personality particularly because I love learning. I’m a bit of a sponge and working in property helps me understand and source potential future investment opportunities.

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I’m currently building an investment portfolio of properties, with the view of creating a comfortable lifestyle for myself for when I retire. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that you should never rely on a man to look after you financially. You can never know if a relationship is forever, so always take care of your own financial future. No-one else will. My man supports that theory he’s a realist), although, he believes we will be together forever… such a sweety. Should the passage of time reveal that we are still together in old age, it just means we will have more as a couple. He definitely has more than me, so I figure I have the better end of the stick. That’s a win-win I say.

I love surprises, cute fluffy dogs – particularly the little white fluffy cavoodles, poodles or anything with an ‘oodle’ in it. From the age of four or five I discovered and fell in love with music and dancing and did ballet and jazz. As a grown up, I dabbled in a number of dance styles – ballroom, Latin, jazz and modern jive. I did really well with modern jive, coming third nationally in two categories (WOO WOO!).

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I’m adventurous, a bit of a nut-bag, I love meeting new people, trying new foods, cooking, travel and am a bit of an adrenalin junkie – I love the hairiest scariest theme park rides especially the ones at the annual exhibition. I ride a Kawasaki 390 Duke motorbike, grew up with horses, learned to water-ski, have jumped out of a perfectly safe aeroplane with a hunk strapped to my back (sky-diving). I love entertaining – hosting dinner parties, mountain bike riding, yoga, meditation, power walking, writing and food. You name it, I’ve probably tried it – I love keeping busy, challenging myself mentally and physically. I’m a bit of a daredevil, however, now that I’m getting older – I have a lot more self-preservation now-a-days.

Chocolate is my kryptonite!

I have been with my wonderful partner (Bruce) since 3 December 2006. He is my rock, my lover, best friend and mentor (although sometimes he makes me mental. ) 🙂

fiona horsebackMy life is FANTASTIC these days, especially since I manifested my man into my life. I have discovered the key to manifesting and I am continually manifesting more AMAZING things in my life!

So based on my life experiences, I developed a site I call The Community of WE (WE stands for ‘Women Evolved”), to assist women to become manifesters of dreams – read how I manifested my man into my lifeinspiring women to become Go-Getters, empowering them to reach and achieve whatever their hearts desire.

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Telling your story is self-empowering, makes you realise how far you’ve come in life and what you’ve achieved so far. This, I believe, is very powerful, as well as inspirational. Reading stories has the potential to brighten someone’s day, discover new skills and ideas and motivate you to “GO FOR IT”.

Find out the 5 Mantras that Changed my Life.

When women feel valued and empowered, women can achieve amazing things for themselves, their families and communities”

Yeah babes, now that’s what I’m talking about!

Enough about me.

Thanks heaps Eden, for having me as your guest, I really appreciate it.

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You’re most welcome, Fiona! Thank you for sharing your story. Readers, feel free to connect with Fiona at her links below.

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Connect with Fiona

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Website | Twitter @TCofWE | Facebook 

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