Rule One.

The feminine energy respects itself when it’s protected! Do not allow people into your spirit, your vortex, your world, your space, your heart, your life, your mind and lastly your body that disrespects, devalues and breaks the boundaries you set for yourself. Dismissal of such behaviour should be automatic!

Morgana AU Pt 2

Gwen has nowhere to go. So she stays.

She slips into their lives as gently as she has ever done, and slowly, her relationship with Morgana begins to mend. It's slow going, but swifter than Gwen anticipates, especially once Morgana confirms the elephant in the room.

"I'm still a witch," she reminds Gwen after lighting a fire in the hearth with just her fingertips and a golden glint of her eyes.

Gwen nods. "I know."

She is also nearly a queen, but that part of her heritage has little place in their little hut. A hut that they soon outgrow. The three of them abandon it once winter fades to spring, and fall in with a group of druids they find after a few days of walking.

It's only there that Morgana truly seems to relax. An ease returns to her frame, and her smile comes more free and far brighter than Kara has seen to date. Only Gwen remembers those smiles, from before the fall.

The group having lost their healer in an attack against them, Morgana soon fills the role, earning trust and adoration with every touch. In return they give her a place to find roots, so to speak, to ground her magic in nature where before it seemed to Gwen it had been sourced from emotion, as dark and turbulent as it comes.

Gwen helps with the cooking and washing, and Kara becomes a keen hunter, frequently bringing back enough meat to keep them all well fed. But as peaceful as it is, for months even, it all comes crashing down around them.

One bright morning one of their lookouts comes quietly back to camp, bringing word of an encroaching squadron of fighters. Not of Camleot, but just ad dangerous. They don't have time to flee.

As desperation and fear begin to wash over the camp, Morgana stands with solemn features. "Be still," she says in a low but again filled with authority, "and stay very, very quiet."

By now she has the trust of the druids, and they all fall silent. Morgana raises her hand, and her eyes flash gold just as the first sounds of boots tramping closer come crashing through the brush towards them.

The air around them ripples, distorting the figures that come creeping into the clearing with swords drawn. Kara and Gwen wait with bated breath, but whatever spell Morgana has woven to keep them hidden holds.

Sensing something amiss, the raiders slow to a stop. If there was to be a camp, it would be here, they know. Ultimately, the leader of the party motions for one man to proceed. He does, gripping his sword tightly as he takes slow, tentative steps forward. Kara watches with horror as the man steps through the barrier, and all hell breaks loose.

The moment the man breaches the barrier, he must disappear from his party's view, as immediately they all shout in alarm, even as their comrade is gutted by the druid leader's knife beyond their sight. Instead of encroaching further, one of the archers looses his arrow.

It lands blindly in one of the logs Gwen and Kara had been using as a bench beside the fire, but the next arrow strikes Morgana by pure chance.

The hiding spell drops when she does, collapsing with a cry cradling her shoulder where the arrow sinks in with a sickening crunch. The moment their protector falls and the distortion fades, chaos erupts.

"Morgana!" Gwen cries, bolting towards her friend. Kara looses arrows of her own, only managing to get off three before she's using her bow to fend off a blade headed for her gut.

Around them, druids scramble for the bushes, fleeing in all directions. Some are felled as they run, others grabbed and yanked back within reach. By the time Kara is disarmed and three swords are pressed to Morgana's neck, about fifteen druids still remain in the camp, now captives of the raiding party.

The leader of the party steps up to where Morgana lay panting in agony, her hand tight on Gwen's. He grins menacingly.

"I remember you," he growls. His smile broadens. "Sarrum will be glad to see you again, witch."

Find the people who are good for your soul. People who will be there for your, inspire you, make you laugh & bring out your magic 🌟 And Be that person in return. Allow yourself to love, be loved and trust.

Bonjour et bienvenue on this cloudy, cool morning, it’s only 5c out there at the moment and we can expect a high of only 10c. However, I don’t care as I am going out for lunch to the restaurant by the lake.

4 years ago, to the day, I stood on the rooftop of the museum in Mahdia and took this photo. I had arrived on the 22nd for the start of a 10 day holiday in Tunisia, I felt it was a good idea to be reminded of the sun and sea.

I have decided to do the music section first this week for reasons which may become clearer as the blog progresses. The first song is dates from 1980 and is by the Average White Band, its, Let’s Go Round Again. AWB are probably better known for their hit “Pick up the Pieces. I hope you enjoy these songs. The second song also from the 80’s is “Its My Life” by Talk Talk from 1986.

My young friend Pauline celebrated her 27th birthday on Monday, she had a great day. On Sunday she had been to the beach in Barcelona enjoying some someshine. She had a cake with candles and made a wish that I would recover! What a wonderful wish 😊. She said for the first time she is loving her work, obviously working in Barcelona, where she benefits from the brighter days, has booster her morale. Not like when she lived in Dublin and the bright days were few and far between.

After an horrendous nightmare where I felt like being “The Pied Piper” and leading zillions of 🐀 🐀 🐀 to the banks of the River Aube, I decided to ask my neighbour to check out my composter. The verdict was “No rats in here Mrs” oh did that make me feel better and I went into the garden and cardboard mulched around the hellebores which made my day. I also found close to the hellebores and even in the grass signs, if not primulas, then cowslips. I plan on letting the grass grow in order for them to at least flower, as long as I don’t have long spells in hospital, I hope to not let the grass be “shorn to the ground” which is what my neighbour seems to do to his grass. It’s kind of him to mow my grass but not to have it covered in moss during the wet months.

Primulas have been messed up again in the potager by “the damned cat” and now it has found it’s way into the back garden to 💩 first of all in the grass and then into the raised bed to not “tiptoe through the tulips” (as the song goes) but to 💩 and scratch among the daffodils. Is there no end to this “Monster”.

I had hurt my back last Friday replanting the planter (think I have pulled a muscle). So plans to add more cardboard mulch to the borders are on hold. As I can’t even carry a quarter bag of compost!

The nurse came and took my bloods, I had felt rather faint (hungry) before she came so bless her she was going to get me some breakfast before she left. I just asked for a cup of milk, which she brought me, I thought that was very kind of her.

I did a lot of reading at the weekend which meant that my knitting has been neglected 😱. I did a little bit early in the week but my heart isn’t in it at the moment. I went into town on Tuesday to see Claudine and to give the photocopied pattern for the crocheted pendant and earrings to her. We are looking to make some smaller items to sell at a lower price so that people will buy them at the markets. I then walked into town to see if the jeweller would be able to look at the stone in my grandmothers engagement ring to confirm if it was real or not. When I arrived possibly about 14:50 he was out and would be another 20 minutes or so. I couldn’t hang around!

The toilet I had fitted when I first moved into this house in 2019, has for years had a temperamental flush. Occasionally it flushed and water continued running down the back of the bowl causing terrible rumbling noises in the pipes. I guessed it was due to limescale but how to solve it? I asked my new plumber the cause and he cleaned the flush but it was still doing it occasionally. Well he came and worked his magic this week I think he cleared a lot of the limescale out of the cistern, replaced the flush, which now does exactly as needed a half flush as well as a full flush and at the moment no gurgling pipes.

Oh my goodness, have I told you how wonderful my grandchildren are? I received three videos of them playing at home. They are happy to play separately but the youngest (my grandson) was playing with his ro-ro ferry near where my granddaughter was playing with her dolls, needing some help he asked so politely if she could help him, she stopped what she was doing to open one of the doors then when he wanted it closing again she did that too. It was so wonderful to see.

“The Photographer” was unable to take photos at Scarborough AFC on Tuesday as he was working a 1-9 shift. He had been to an hotel near to Skipton for a night which included a meal at the Michelin Star restaurant. It was a 7 course taster menu, it all looked really delicious.

“The Trainee Solicitor” and “The Ex-Graduate” had four nights away in a “lodge” in Wensleydale. It had beautiful views but on their last night they were so cold and rain was coming in through a skylight. They were also disappointed with the siting of the hot tub. They did manage a decent walk to Hardraw Falls before returning soaked through. They took a trip to Aysgarth Falls it’s an area of renowned movie locations and of course Wensleydale cheese is known from the Wallace and Gromit film series.

My appointment with the oncologist was on Friday and as I had perused my blood test results I knew that all was not well. However, telling myself I am no doctor, I waited to hear what he had to say. Yes, cancer is back! So there I am not struck dumb at all and my first question was “is there treatment available?” The reply was “yes” my next question “when do we start chemotherapy, next week?” Yes I go into hospital on Tuesday. That’s all I needed to know. Poor Monique when I messaged her…. She replied did I want her to ring me or call to see me the next day. I said for her to come and visit me the following day. Apparently she had cried, she rang her daughter and cried again. My friends are rallying again, hence the restaurant lunch today. Anie who is still suffering with shingles pain without the postules, made me laugh when she said the postules can’t get through her fat, she isn’t fat at all! She too provided moral support. Pauline hadn’t answered my message yet and I know she will be upset. However, I am here and obviously fit enough to go through more treatment. It has made me think that perhaps the nine years I had when I thought I was a cancer survivor, I was actually just living with cancer. Who cares, I have had some great times and if I have any say in the matter I will have a lot more to come!

Monique came yesterday and we had a really good chat (about two hours worth) 😳. She always amazes me, she has a lovely garden at home but she looked out at mine, at the hyacinths just starting to flower, the tulips, daffodils, iris and the hellebores and declared it a wonderful garden. She loves the potager full of violas whose seed blew on the wind and filled the potager with yellow and green brightness. Then she noticed the violas tulips and iris I had transplanted to there location near the composter and was full of admiration. I felt very proud. I think I had better check the seeds I have to plant this year as I really do want the garden to be a riot of colour!

I had my book delivery on Thursday, whew what a relief! I have plenty of reading material to take into hospital with me.

Now I really must leave my bed and start to get ready for my lunchtime rendezvous.

Oh I would just like to add a special “God morgen” to anyone reading this in Norway.

Until next time…..

Let yourself flow 🍃🍃

”The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams.”

– Oprah Winfrey

The Vampire Armand

I saw this line and immediately yes.

✨ Fabulously Rich ✨

Low-key sounds sugar daddy-ish🤨 but whatever that's none of my business😒.Live your best life Sybelle and Benjamin😏💅

document your life: get a polaroid camera take loads of pictures, print them and stick them in an photo album, record videos and save them to a hard drive, record mini vlogs and upload them privately to your YouTube to watch later in life, journal about your hardest moments, collect things from the moments that brought you great joy and happiness….

but don’t forget to be present in the moment!

come back baby I can do better

Made a pizza, did some work, then spent the evening on the couch with Best Wife, cuddled up in our Give Ups while watching rug cleaning videos and Dodo animal rescue stories. Oh, and Ann Reardon destroying her microwave for science.

My best life is when I have dragons to slay.

Captain Owen Strand