Someday

by: Rebecca Taylor

Too easy to miss the happiness in each day

Bad news and rough endings

Fill the television and papers

Somewhere in the world at every moment

Good shines through but often goes unseen

We must join together to find this glow

And bring it forward

As hands work together to make an upward seesaw

Of peace and joy around our eclectic world

Angels will dance in heaven applauding our efforts

As we hope someday this is all that will be seen.

Touched by Memories

by: Rebecca Taylor

Occasionally you come across an item that changes your life, and to Katie McGraw we were just that. We are myself – a preserved wedding gown and my friend a groom’s tuxedo. It was almost dark outside when she climbed the stairs to the attic where we reside inside an oak trunk. She crossed the creaky old floorboards, the sound of her feet echoing as she walked. She stopped and looked around, coughing because of the dust which covered every inch of the rarely visited attic. After a few moments she headed over to the trunk, knelt beside it, and after dusting it off a bit with her hand opened it.

Katie picked up a scratched silver key and said, “From my first car, I sure wore it out, and it wasn’t new when I got it. I haven’t had one since that made me feel the way that 1989 pink Chevy did.”

She set the key down and pulled out a small gift box, she carefully untied the ribbon and letters came spilling out of the box. “I’d forgotten about these, Joe wrote them to me when he was trucking before he was transferred here to Aulson to take the job as dispatcher. She started to open one of the envelopes when she spotted us. She put the box on the floor at her side, and then moved a photo of her wedding and the wedding announcement.

She gently brought me out of the trunk and standing unfolded me displaying my radiant personality. It felt so good to be admired again; it reminded me of the day she wore me to marry Joe. It will be eight years on the 15th of this month. I remember the day like it was yesterday, it was a beautiful autumn day, Katie was twenty‑three and she was completely exuberant as she stood in me, an ivory floor length gown with a beaded neckline and veil. Her eyes gleamed as she walked down the aisle on her father’s arm to meet her soon to be husband. Joe was wearing my companion, a simple tailored black suit. The suit and I had never met before that day as it is considered bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her gown before the big day. We too were joined in holy matrimony that day and have not been separated since. We are reminders of the love that Katie and Joe have. The look in Katie’s eyes took me away from my reminiscing and once again, I turned my thoughts to the present. Katie looked sad and as you might imagine looking at me should not be a gloomy event. She was fingering the plastic that I was wrapped in but I could feel how cold her hands were through it. At that moment I became afraid, I knew from Katie’s actions that something was wrong because otherwise she would not have come up to the attic, which was rarely visited or cleaned. The trunk that Joe’s suit, the other mementos, and I reside in hasn’t been opened for three years, since Katie showed me to a friend who was planning her own wedding. It is a rare occasion to be brought out and admired, and here we were upset. Katie whispered something; I strained my ears to hear; she wants Joe to come back so they can work things out. They had a major argument, one that she is not sure their marriage can heal from. If it doesn’t then one of them will leave this house where we have all lived in for so long. If that happens, then the suit which has become my best friend and I will be separated too.   Katie put me back in the trunk, and sat down on the floor to pick up the box of letters that she had abandoned upon spotting me. She pulled out a random letter and started reading. Emotions of love and longing filling her heart as mine pounded away in anticipation. Everything was happening so fast that I felt like I might cry, but my friend, Suit, touched me gently on the shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, Beauty, those letters will help her, look at her face now, it’s softening.”

I smiled slightly trying to cheer myself up; we could see the stars through the tiny attic window, a sight that we haven’t seen for years. Katie got up and headed downstairs with some of the letters. Then we were able to talk honestly about what each of us thought.

“Katie’s calm most of the time, but sometimes things build up and she becomes over emotional,” said the key.

“All couples fight, I spent a lot of time with Joe when he was writing me and my friends to her, they’re complete opposites but they make it work but sometimes it clashes,” said one of the letters that was still in the gift box.

“Relationships, sometimes you hate them and other times you love them,” answered the announcement.

“Do you think they can work it out,” I asked wondering if this would be one of the last chats that we memories of a happy time would have together.

“I think so,” answered the photograph, “the letters are helping Katie get composed, so hopefully when Joe comes back they’ll be able to talk about what’s bothering them.”

I nodded; none of us said too much about the situation after that, there wasn’t anything to say until we saw what would happen with Katie and Joe. I looked around the room now lit up by the light in the corner that Katie had left on. Everything was covered and dusty, all a part of something hidden away but not forgotten.

It was the next afternoon before Katie returned to the attic, this time with Joe. They put all of us back in our trunk and using warm soapy water set out to rid the attic of its grime. The cobwebs that had built up in the keyhole of the trunk were cleaned out so now we could feel the cool air and hear their voices even when the lid was closed. They worked in tandem to reorganize the attic, reliving moments past trying to mend their current issues. The smell of dust was replaced by the scent of lemon cleaning products, and fresh outdoor air. Together with us, Katie and Joe were able to work through their problems and also make the attic into a more pleasant space. The dim light bulb was replaced with one that gave an exuberant glow. The trunk where we live became a table and cosy chairs and cushions were brought upstairs to make a quiet getaway for the couple. They could now use the space for private or together time, to talk, read, or just enjoy the stars which glisten in the night sky. Katie had entered the dusty attic upset, to be met by memories of love that shone in their hearts and had temporarily been misplaced. These memories touched her heart and transformed all of our lives.

What are People Saying and Should You Repeat It

This week I decided to share an article that I had written with you. Feel free to comment or share. Thank you.

by: Rebecca Taylor

Communication can be a great thing but sometimes the wrong messages are being sent out. In this age of social media, e-mail forwarding and just plain talk around the town; certain problems have been known to arise. While it can be great to be interested in other people’s lives – sometimes things get out of hand. Rumours tend to pop up – and they can be hurtful. Some rumours are simply misunderstandings because someone didn’t get the whole story, or through the telling the details got skewed like a game of telephone that children play in elementary school. However, some people seem to derive pleasure from making up things and spreading them around. I would like to remind everyone about the importance of getting the facts right before talking about someone else. Before you spread something around – think about the other people involved. Is what you are planning to say going to cause harm, difficulties in relationships etc. Some rumours lead to allegations which could lead to slander.

George Washington said, “Serious misfortunes, originating in misrepresentation, frequently flow and spread before they can be dissipated by truth.”  Think before you speak because while the story might seem interesting now – what if you were on the other side? It is too easy to speak before we think.

For the person dealing with the effects of the rumour – it can be extremely difficult and in some cases severe emotional and relationship difficulties can take place. If you think it is important for someone to know a rumour for whatever reason – you need to think carefully. Sometimes, a rumour can easily be sorted out by going to the person that the rumour is about but this could be problematic as it would mean letting the person the rumour is about – know that there is a rumour and this could cause hurt. This gives us a vicious circle. Shana Alexander (journalist) said, “Trying to squash a rumor is like trying to unring a bell,” so once something is out there, the stigma may be long lasting even though there is little or no truth to what is being said.

We are all responsible for bettering our own lives and that of our communities – rumours are not helpful – they cause unnecessary aggravation. If we all make a conscious effort to think about whom and what we are talking about, we can help minimize the effects of idle gossip. None of us want to be the topic of a rumour and we don’t want the people that we care about to be either. It’s time to take back the conversation by considering what people are saying and should we repeat it or at least question it. You cannot believe everything you hear or read.

Witch Crystal

by: Malika Gandhi

Paradise on Paper is happy to welcome a guest poster this week.

 

I love Witches, and not the normal kind. What do I mean by normal kind? Well, it’s not as if witches really exist to they? Far from it!

In the ancient and olden times (By this I mean the 1200- early 1900), when people believed Witches existed, they targeted normal women and some men, who helped injured people heal with herbs, and potions, amongst other things. If they looked ‘evil’ or wore certain clothes, they were witches, and must be killed! Witches – beware!

The Horrible Histories books informed me of the gruesome way they were killed, and I just shudder thinking about it!

 

But, I am not writing about historical witches, but fantastical witches whom I think are just brilliant. When I think of books I have read based on stories of witches, such as Roald Dahl’s the Witches, JK Rowling’s Harry Potter books, and C.S.Lewis’  The Chronicles of Narnia books, it made me even more determined to write one of my own.

 

Where there are witches, there is magic and magical elements, that doesn’t exist in the human world however hard we try to create them. That’s why I love reading books that bring the imagination to life, where we see them as a film reel, running through our minds, and expanding our creative thoughts along the way!

 

So, I sat and penned the book Witch Crystal, something a little different but that would have you hooked. So what ‘s so great about this book? There are thousands of YA Fantasy books to read, why is this one so special? Well, without trying to blow my own horn, I will tell you some things about the book and the characters, and let you make the decision  – is it something you want to read or not? Does it sound like it may be something different?

 

So, Witch Crystal is about a witch – that bit is quite obvious. Where is it based? What elements can you look forward to reading, I hear you ask. So here are some of the tantalising facts!

 

  1. Witch Crystal is set on two planets – our very own Earth, the location being Robin Hood Bay in North Yorkshire, and Norway. The second planet is fictional, called Zrotaz, where fictional or mythical magical creatures reside.

 

  1. There is an abundance of magical/mythical creatures in the book, some talk and some don’t. One of my favourite is the Unisus – a cross breed of a Unicorn and a Pegasus – a magnificent creature, if I do say so myself. There is also, Luille, my lovely comedian owl.

There are also villainous creatures too, such as the vile werewolves, and the evil Merpeople. Look out for them!

 

  1. Teen romance – there is a sweet little romance that is not so evident as yet but it is there in the background. I would like to say it is a subtle romance that will grow in the next two books.

 

  1. Spells, enchantments, and magical visual scenes – there is plenty of this throughout the book, that will leave you mesmerised, and that will bring the story to life.
  • The magical waterfall that won’t freeze in freezing weather
  • The trees that grow tea that help sleep
  • The luminous river
  • Enchantments that keep away unwanted company, spells that will throw you, lift you, and take you away to another place, and magically treated buildings that is a source of power for all witches and creatures.

 

Nothing is normal in Larissa’s witch world!

 

  1. The Aurora Borealis or the Northern Lights. This factor is very important to the book, and without giving too much away, let’s say without it, travel between Earth and Zrotaz would not be possible!

 

  1. Some key characters to look out for:

The Witch Crystal

Larissa

Jake/Xyth

Zleus

The Earth Spirits

The High Witch

Abyliss

The Sacred Witch

The Unisus and the Witches Council

 

Witch Crystal, a story spells, charms, magic, and scenic locations!

 

 

Malika’s Bio:

Malika Gandhi lives in the East Midlands, UK. She is a homemaker and in between caring for her family, she writes her books and dabbles in a little painting.

Malika was born in India but moved to London.

 

Blog:

The Monsoon Writer: http://malikagandhi.wordpress.com/

Facebook pages:

Unicorn Illustrations & Art work: https://www.facebook.com/UnicornIllustrationsAndArtWork

The Monsoon Writer: https://www.facebook.com/TheMonsoonWriter?ref=hl

My timeline: https://www.facebook.com/malika.gandhi

 Twitter handle:

https://twitter.com/MalikaGandhi

LinkedIn: 

http://www.linkedin.com/pub/malika-gandhi/47/229/447

 

Where to purchase Witch Crystal!

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00GX49RPQ?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

USA: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GX49RPQ

 

 

 

 

 

Words from the Commandments

by: Rebecca Taylor

(written as a writing challenge several years ago).

I am the tablet on which God’s words are issued to all humanity to try and make the world a better place for everyone to live in. Sadly, there are many who have trouble abiding by the rules that God put in place.  There are ten brothers with a common goal written on me, to guide the people of the world.

The first of them is named “One” and his mission is to remind everyone to only follow God and not worship false gods. When he sees this law going un-followed, his tears run onto me and I am stained with the sadness One feels. I am old and have seen much pain over the thousands of years of my existence.

“Two” is the second brother, he and One are very close. Two is also responsible for turning people back to God, when they put materialistic items ahead of their spiritual wellbeing. Over the years, Two has seen how complicated his message can be. He knows that God wants his people to be happy, and he watches them strive to accomplish many things in an abundance of ways, but he grieves when he sees them wanting the wrong things. Two keeps his sadness deep within him, until his heart is as heavy as my stony surface.

“Three” is a simple commandment to follow. He asks that people not take the Lord’s name in vain. There is great sorrow for Three when he hears people swearing, Three is the most vocal of all the brothers who call me home. He often asks the others what he should do to help remind God’s people of God’s wishes.

“Four” who is the brother who is in charge of reminding people to worship on Sunday, says, “We must not give up. Times have changed since God first spoke. This doesn’t mean we stop trying, it just means that we need to find ways to reach people in this modern world.”

“Five” who commands everyone to respect their parents, is the most enthusiastic of all the boys. He likes to have lively debates and discuss re-education for both children and parents of all ages. He stirs my senses, his choice of words so poetic, that they captivate me. He works very hard to promote understanding and communication between the generations.

“Six” is the commandment who carries the heaviest burden. He tells the world to not kill. The pain in his heart reaches deep into my rocky soul, it makes a chill run through my stony spine when he weeps for someone who was found by Satan.

“Seven” sees a world of pain as well, as he tells people to not cheat on their spouse or significant other.

“Eight’s” words are also chiselled on my heart. He says, don’t steal. All of humanity must earn what they have and not take it from others.

“Nine” tells us not to lie, that telling false truths to others is deception which will bring no good to this world that he calls home.

The youngest of the brothers is “Ten,” he is in charge of reminding the world to not want what others have. He and Eight are constant companions, working together to teach the importance of non-materialistic goods and of being happy with what you have and not always wanting something just because someone else has it.

Sometimes when I listen very carefully I can hear the angels conversing with the brothers, giving them hope with their gentle words and knowledge, in the darkest moments, they can be heard saying, “Today was a tough one, but do not be disheartened, tomorrow can be better – you just have to go back to teaching. People will listen to you, I know it, and so does God. Look to the parables and the teachings of Jesus, the number of times he was persecuted, and the number of followers he gained.”

All of these brothers’ words are drilled into my heart. Together they spell out a better way for all of humanity. I watch them go out into the community and try to make the world a better place for both present and future generations. I feel their pain as it tears through them into me, but I also feel their joy when they see someone do a good deed. These courageous brothers know that each tiny gesture makes a difference and that one act of kindness can lead to a multitude of amazing endeavours throughout the world.  I often describe this teamwork approach like a spider web. Each person on earth is a tiny piece of silk and when each one does their part and joins with another, eventually the picture comes into focus, and the beauty can be seen, just like the completed web which is the home for the spider. I know that in the years that come, many great strides will be taken, and that there will also be some setbacks, but that if perseverance prevails within humanity as a whole and in the brothers who crusade with the words that God gave to them, that the road map for happiness throughout the world may someday be achieved. I will do my part by continuing to hold myself together and not break under the pressure of the heaviness of the words that are placed in my safekeeping.

In Our Hands

by: Rebecca Taylor

In Our Hands
Life’s too short for trivialities
Moments lost worrying about things that cannot be changed
Uncertainty reigns worldwide
We must tell those who matter why and how much
Never end a conversation with a harsh word that might remain that way
Plans go askew and emotions confuse
We mustn’t make excuses to be unhappy
Or let ourselves be held back
Our future starts with us
How we live rests in our hands.

View from a Cliff

by: Rebecca Taylor

I am a jutting overhang, twenty-five feet off the ground, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in Price Edward Island. I’m a mixture of emotions, exhilarating and afraid all at once, often like the people who stand and overlook my edge at the beauty below. I am a cliff who just so happens to be scared of heights, what irony.
I am most surprised by the different people who stand on me. Some of them stand back against my protective wall, while others get close to my edge and peer over at the rushing waters below. The ones who stand against my wall, I sense that they wish they had the courage to approach my edge to get a better look at the sensational view below, but that they have enough common sense to know that my edge is more dangerous.
I am visited mostly during the summer, with a few travelers coming in the late spring and early autumn. In the winter, I am completely alone, with just the blankets of snow that become layered on me. Even most of the birds and other wild creatures do not venture out to see what I am up to, in Canada’s winter weather. Despite the isolation, I am not lonely; I take this time to reflect on the visitors who had previously come to see me. My memories of the laughter, the joyous and nervous smiles, the different energies that the humans who come to me possess.
If you touch my wall with your hands, you will feel weathered out crevices. Changes brought on by the weather – whipping winds because I am so high in the air. At the base of the rocky overhang I am on, the salt-water brushes against me when the tide comes in, waves uncovering seashells and other treasures that the tourists and locals alike enjoy gathering. The sounds up here are amazing. The birds voices are like music to my old ears, their melodies blending together to form a choir. The sound the water varying with the weather and the seasons is constant company. It is particularly loud during a storm. When the huge waves come in from the sea and roll over the rocks below, they sound like a jackhammer breaking cement. I love the way the air smells, so clean and perfect, the salt from the ocean washing over me making me feel alive.
My life can be a bit monotonous staying in the same place day after day, but I’m thousands of years old and accepted reality a long time ago. This is my life, where I was placed and I have a purpose, to provide a beautiful place for people to see the beauty of the land surrounding me. I hope to be here for many more years and get to meet a lot more incredible people, to watch more families join together and enjoy visiting me.

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