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Mother’s Day, Memories and a Prompt…

May 9, 2014
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This Sunday is Mother’s Day (or Mothering Sunday) in Canada as well as other parts of the world. However, it is not recognized globally on the same day. For example Mother’s Day was celebrated on mother-and-child-30th March in England. When I investigated the reasons behind having a different date dependant on which part of the globe we resided, I was surprised to find that there are several dates throughout the year. Many have been linked historically to religious celebrations. (See link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother’s_Day) No matter which date it is celebrated it is still a celebration to recognize the person who nurtured you.

The deep connection a mother feels for her children is never lost, whether those children are young or adult, they are always ‘my baby’. The umbilical cord maybe cut physically but never in an emotional way. As a mother, I am fiercely protective of my children and love them unconditionally, even though they are grown (one has left home!)  I know within my heart they are bound to me and always will be.

Even if your Mother is no longer in the physical world, their legacy of love continues – think of it as an echo of their loving protection always present within and around you. I will walk in the garden on Sunday to remember my Mother, who loved gardening and I know she will be with me in spirit. I will also  enjoy moments with my children as we enjoy a meal together and I can be as soppy as I like.

Quotes:

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. ~Marion C. Garretty

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison

A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review. ~Robert Brault

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Today’s prompt is to write something about your Mother. It can be a memory, a phrase, a distintive feature – honor her and love her.

My Mother was an intelligent, loving and hard working woman, who loved all her children and grandchildren with a deep, unrelenting and all encompassing fierceness. She was the glue that kept the family together and her legacy lives on within us. I know she and my Father continue to love us and are present in spirit – their love is too strong not to be.

http://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/world-mothers#.U2-SDvldWO1

What a great word…

January 17, 2013
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Effete – definition: 1. no longer fertile 2. a) having lost character, vitality or strength b) marked by weakness c) soft or delicate from or as if from a pampered existence 3. effeminate

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I have not come across this particular word before but now I want to use it…! It will most certainly crop up in my reincarnation romance – The Twesome Loop. My novel has two time periods intertwined and this word perfectly describes the perceived personality of one of my female characters.

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Excerpt of The Twesome Loop:

A Contract 1874

“You will marry him, Gabriella and that is the last I will hear of it.”

“Father….”

“Do not question my judgement, girl. It is an excellent match.”

Gabriella ran from her father’s study, up the stairs to her bedroom and flung herself onto her bed. It might be excellent for her father but certainly not for her. Her uncontrollable sobbing persisted throughout the afternoon and into early evening. No-one came to comfort her. Father must have forbidden Mother and the servants to attend her. How could her father be so cruel, marrying her to such an old man? He was ugly and brutish. She hated the way he leered at her, licking his lips. It was disgusting. Father only saw William Folkes’ wealth and the large estate in Hampshire. With the marriage, her father, a trader, would climb the social ladder of high society. He clearly didn’t care about Gabriella’s happiness. She was the sacrificial lamb – totally powerless. She had heard mother try to persuade him that William was not suitable, only to be shouted down.

“I am the man of this house and you will comply with my wishes. William is obviously fervent in his feelings for Gabriella. He will be an excellent provider.”

“But, John, she is so young and effete. Could you not find someone closer to her age, a more suitable husband?”

“How more suitable could he be? William is a wealthy and powerful man, Margaret. I am sure he will lavish many luxuries on the girl. She should think herself lucky I found such a good match. What more could she possibly want from a husband?”

“Why, love and children, of course.”

“William is certainly not too old to give her children. Now stop this complaining, I have made my decision and it is final so I will have no more talk of it.”

The marriage contract between John Lightfoot and William Folkes was signed the following week and Gabriella’s father spent lavishly on a magnificent feast to impress his new found circle. He invited dignitaries from all over the county and also many William had suggested. Gabriella watched her father strut around like a peacock, relishing his new found status while she tried to avoid William’s attentions.

 She watched in awe as one by one, women arrived wearing wonderful gowns, their hair styled to perfection and bejewelled necks, arms and fingers. Gabriella was lost in her admiration when a deep voice broke into her thoughts.

“Come, my dear, sit by your future husband.”

“I have to circulate amongst our guests, Sire; it is bad manners not to do so.”

“Surely you will be excused if you are spending time with your fiancé?”

Gabriella sat, ensuring there was a reasonable distance between them. William took her hand and drew her toward him. His eyes sparkled and he licked his lips.

“Soon, I will have you alone, my sweet. What wonders will I find under your attire to delight me?”

“Sire, please. I must go to my mother.”

Gabriella felt physically sick. His touch made her skin crawl. Just the thought of him touching her was revolting. As she approached her mother, tears welled up. Her mother embraced her.

“Please, excuse us; my daughter is feeling a little faint. It must be all the excitement.”

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Do you have a character it would describe flawlessly?

Let’s look at some examples:

You are too effete with your soft hands and delicate scent for such work

The pregnancy may be too much for such an effete woman

The soil became effete with over farming

A chemical spill made the river effete with the lost of plants and fish

Can you write a few?

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