My dear Friends,
Thank You all so much for the past 18 months; I have had such a wonderful time meeting you and sharing my life with you.
My guidance informs me that I am to do ‘other things’. At this point in time I know not what those ‘other things’ are; only that my time will be ‘taken up’ doing them.
And so, please know that I will be forever thankful to you for sharing this time with me.
Be well, and we shall speak anon…
Carolyn Page
Posted by carolynpageabc on May 6, 2013
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The result – “The word ‘Please’ must be heard,” said Ghia.. 
Try as I may, I couldn’t resist. The Beatles’ song – ‘Please, Please Me’ kept repeating in my mind over and over again. So I gave in to an old love and found this magnificent live video on YouTube..
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Posted by carolynpageabc on May 6, 2013
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American Paint Horse (Listen while you read)
Image Credit – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Paint_Horse_REFON.jpg
A prancing we will go
A prancing we will go
High Ho the Dairy’o
A prancing we will go.
The farmer takes a wife
The farmer takes a wife
High Ho the Dairy’o
The farmer takes a wife.
And what does it matter if the farmer takes a wife?
It matters only to the farmer.
And this is what the American Paint Horse reminds us.
Allow yourself to be free; free from opinions.
Yes, that’s right. When we are ‘free from opinions’ we allow others the right to be free.
Simple, yes? Yes, simple.
Too many burden themselves with opinions; opinions that hide their need to be heard and understood.
Indeed, my friends; it is our opinions that ‘give us away’; is it not?
Yes? No?
Indeed, dear ones; our opinions showcase our knowledge, our lack, our misconceptions.
Were we to allow others the right to do as they wish without offering our opinion; what would be the outcome?
That’s right. The outcome would, in most cases, not change.
The farmer would still ‘take a wife’.
That’s right.
And we would be safe in the confines of our silence.
Carolyn Page - ABC of Spirit Talk
Posted by carolynpageabc on May 3, 2013
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Friday Fictioneers: Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts a photo prompt. The rules include maintaining (as near as possible) a 100 word fictional piece pertaining to the image. For more information, and to share your writings please use this link.
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Copyright – Kent Bonham
Looking up, she was reminded of fairy tales.
They’d had a certain twinge of doubt as they stood admiring the structure before them.
She couldn’t help but see Rapunzel offering her locks.
He implied the meeting had to take place on the morrow.
She engaged in magical moments of youth.
He admonished her for not listening.
She reminisced of a time long, long ago.
He drove his point forward with a resounding implosion of anger. “Tomorrow, it must be tomorrow.”
She revelled in moonlit nights, and mother’s voice.
He stormed off, unaware.
She lingered, hoping for yet one more story.
Carolyn Page
Click on the cute little fellow above to read more ‘Friday Fictioneers’.
Posted by carolynpageabc on May 2, 2013
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Ermilia’s Picture it & write (Sunday 28 April 2013)
Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.
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He needed to say farewell, but was this the right way to do it?
She had promised so much. She said she adored him.
This had taken its toll; he didn’t know what it was to be loved. It had scared him; it had turned his life upside-down.
He had taken her at face value; what a fool he had been.
He thought long and hard as he vacantly looked into the blue sky. What would it matter if he was not here? What difference would it make if he no longer lived? Who would care? Who would worry? What would it matter?
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A deep breath engulfed his lungs.
He may care; if he accepted he’d been duped. Surely this had happened to many. Surely this was an obstacle that many must endure. Surely no-one ‘gets it easy’ in the name of love.
Surely; surely he could go on.
Could he?
Carolyn Page
Posted by carolynpageabc on April 28, 2013
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The Hedgehog (Listen while you read)
Hedgehog – A Public Domain Image
Day’s end…..Can’t wait for day’s end.
Giving up, dear one?
Are you going to give up on living a life that suits ‘you’?
It doesn’t have to suit any other person, dear heart; this is true; as long as it suits YOU.
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Think upon this and see if what you want to do, and what others want for you to do is one and the same. Then think upon the matter of – whose life are you living?
(Sometimes we do this, don’t we; we live the life that others want us to live, which is not necessarily what we may want to do.
And, why do we do this?
Sometimes we do this because we fear not doing this. Sometimes we may feel obligated.
And, what does obligation lead to?
I’ll tell you, dear friend. Obligation leads to a life that we do not necessarily enjoy. It is that simple. Obligation can sometimes be a road to dismay. Indeed this can be true.
And, why do we feel obligated?
Sometimes we can feel obligated when someone does us ‘a good turn’, so to speak. Indeed. When someone does us a good turn, we feel obligated.
And, what is a ‘good turn’?
It can be as simple as giving us birth, or it can be as complicated as allowing us to use their material possessions. Indeed, it can be great or small.
Obligation is a ‘double edged sword’ that can lead to dismay.
And so, what can we do when we feel obligated?
We can think upon this to ensure that it doesn’t prove a ‘double edged sword’. We can investigate our feelings to ensure that we are not placing ourselves into a position which shall cause us dismay. For, if we do, are we not doing ourselves an injustice?
Yes, or no?
This is the question that we must pose to ourselves whenever we feel an obligation.)
Carolyn Page – ABC of Spirit Talk
Posted by carolynpageabc on April 18, 2013
http://abcofspiritalk.wordpress.com/2013/04/18/hedgehog-reflection-2/
Not ‘literally’; no.. I haven’t anywhere to put him.. hahah 
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Dolly
Leiulf
Jaz
Sarah
Dolly
Ghia
cognitive reflection
Posted by carolynpageabc on April 18, 2013
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Friday Fictioneers: Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts a photo prompt. The rules include maintaining (as near as possible) a 100 word fictional piece pertaining to the image. For more information, and to share your writings please use this link.
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Copyright – Sandra-Crook
“How’d it get here?”
“That? It was here when he arrived.”
“Who arrived?”
“The guy with the silk purse.”
“What silk purse?”
“You know. Can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear.”
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“What the dickens you sayin’?”
“Can’t make something great out of something sh**.”
“Chri** man..! What the hell you saying?”
“You know. Everyone’s trying to get somethin’ for nothin’ these days.”
“Oh, for Lordy sake…. Speak English.!”
“The guy who came here last night (with the silk purse). Said if he could do it with a sow’s ear, he could surely do it with that contraption, too….”
Carolyn Page
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Posted by carolynpageabc on April 11, 2013
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Pixie-Bob Reflection (Listen while you read)
What would you like to know about the impeccable Pixie-Bob?
Would you like to know it has a twinkle in its eye and a stride to its step?
Would you like to know that whomsoever enjoys the company of the Pixie-Bob is in for more treats than meet the eye.
Indeed, dear friends. We would like to introduce you to the ‘now’ famous Pixie-Bob; a delight in a box.
Not a four sided box; oh no, dear friends. Not four sides with a top and a bottom. Oh no, dear friends. The box of which we speak is one that holds a myriad forms. It has many sides, many tops and many bottoms.
You would do well, my friends, to understand the gravity of this box. It will hold all your dreams, should you allow. It will succour your dearest intentions; if you will but trust. It will cherish you as a mother cherishes her babe.
Indeed, my friends. Do not take lightly the qualities of the Pixie-Bob. To do so, would be folly, dear hearts.
Indeed, the Pixie-Bob has another quality possessed by few.
And what is that, pray tell?
The quality possessed by few, my friends, is the ability to appreciate love, generosity and warmth of nature in those with whom it dwells. For you see, dear ones; only those with these qualities has the ability to attract the very sincere, the very intelligent, the very warm of heart; Pixie-Bob.
Carolyn Page - ABC of Spirit Talk
Posted by carolynpageabc on April 8, 2013
http://abcofspiritalk.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/pixie-bob-reflection/
Ermilia’s Picture it & write (Sunday 07 April 2013)
Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.
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Two of his favourite treasures.
He was apt to keep those things he held dear.
Butterflies had been a love since childhood. He watched as they unfolded their wings in the early morning sunlight, free from the ties that bind.
He’d always enjoyed their freedom; he’d not known freedom as a child. No, life for him was less than free; less than love; less than joy. Life for him had been harsh, troublesome, gritty; like sand between the teeth.
And yet, when he escaped into the garden he was met with fresh air; fresh thought; fresh sight. Oh, how he loved the butterfly.
One particular butterfly came to rest upon his other love that morning. Nestled in the eye of his mother could be seen one of his favourites; its eye resembling his would be torturer’s eye, as if to mock. And yet, he thought; he had the last laugh.
Carolyn Page
Posted by carolynpageabc on April 8, 2013
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