Greetings all and the mercury is rising as I type. I've just returned from a good wander before the heat makes it rather unbearable. Still, without further ado let's send the love and kudos to Anna, Jo, Shilpa, Mike, Donna and Russell for taking the time to read, love, comment and share my content. Thank you so much.
Today I shall turn my attention to the groups I run online. There are two and one I run twice a week is my own little spiritual tribe. Now believe me, I never imagined I would ever be doing anything like this and if it were not for Covid and lockdowns it probably wouldn't have happened. It all started when we used to meet up on Facebook for general chit chat and all sorts of silliness to be honest and at a time of distraction it was a boon. Anyway, one day someone suggested "why don't you do some sort of spiritual stuff Gaz?" and that's how it all began.
From there it grew and I've a wonderful bunch of people who come pretty regular despite lockdown ending. I thought it might have dried right up but it's not the case although it has quietened a little bit. The beauty is that you don't have to leave your front door and you get to work with some incredibly talented people who I've been privileged to hold space with. It's been a challenge at times and I've learnt a lot and I'll keep going until people wish to move on and do something else. However, in the meantime I'll continue and enjoy the company of these wonderful souls.
I also run an online writers group once a month and it's an opportunity to let that creative side out. It's also lovely to have that space where for an hour and a half we can work on our wordcraft and put together a tale, poem or whatever comes to hand. Those who read this know I love creative writing and this blog at times is an extension of that and helps me keep the juices flowing. I've been running that for a few months now and I get such a buzz from it when everyone chips in. One of these days I will do another Facebook live of readings but it wont be oracle cards but my own works of fiction. A different vibe entirely.
On that note, let's give you another tiny snippet from my novel. Anyone for Hastings?
They found a cheap café opposite the dodgems. Stacey savoured a fatty sausage roll and a lukewarm polystyrene cup of tea whilst Martin feasted on chips and coke. “This is the life ain't it? When I'm older I'll bring you down here every year.” A few grains of rain drizzled onto Stacey's face but did not dampen the joy of Martin's promise. “That'd be beautiful.” “You want a chip?” Stacey grabbed an onion vinegar saturated lump of potato and let it dissolve in her mouth. She wished the chippies in South London could make theirs taste as good.
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