I will, I’ll try, I’ll give it my best shot.

A good story can keep us glued to the page for 12 hours–and that’s a not-too-long novel. Some go on for a good 18 hours.

A good story will keep us watching the screen for two hours–that’s the general run of a movie.

Remember when we were kids? “Mommey, tell me a story.”

Around the campfire, ah yes, a story-teller would keep us transfixed well into the night.

A story can put us to sleep or it can wake us up.

We all know the journey of the hero–Joseph Campbell taught us that. George Lucas played it to the hilt. We know, first you kick the hero out of his comfort zone, chase him up a tree, throw rocks at him, then along comes a little Yoda who tells him to “Get with it. Get out of the tree, and go face your demons.” Or a Glinda the good witch says “You had the power to go home within you all along.”

We can do it. We’re the ONE whether we know it or not. See, the hero can catch bullets. Homage to The Matrix.

But Joyce, have you written a good story?

Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. Rats, I want to be great all the time. Does The Frog’s Song stink?

Okay, how about this one: Where the Birds of Eden Sing? While The Frog’s Song is non-fiction, Where the Birds Sing is a novel, and it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. It’s my opus. How about a look-see before I complete the paperback copy? It’s on Amazon Kindle. Where The Birds of Eden Sing. (That would be Africa.)

Okay, after all the wonderfulness out there, I wrote an entire blog on dilemmas, looking at the world right now, how I felt about world conditions, how they were forcing us into being vaccinated, how the Big Pharma was, in 1986, released from responsibility of any illness or deaths from their vaccinations. I found that nearly six million children under the age of five die each year, yet the majority could be saved by medical treatment or prevention measures.  I wondered what the “truth” was. Was there a big scary virus out there out to get us, or have we been fed a bill of goods? I wondered if human beings were worth saving.
 And, of course, I was screaming that we are!
  Gloomy stuff.
 And then I got a psychic thump on the head.

 This morning I was wondering about manifesting, and affirmations after I read of one lady who won the lottery by visualizing that she would win. She “saw” 112 million dollars, she affirmed the numbers. She visualized what she would be wearing when she won the lottery, and how she would use the money.  She wanted to gain custody of her brother’s five children after he was killed in a car accident

She won the lottery. And she won the custody of the children.

 So, I wrote down an affirmation for my book, Where thee Birds of Eden Sing. As soon as I completed writing it and closed the file, another file popped onto my screen. It was written in October 2028, in One Note. I was writing in Word, not  One Note. Where did that come from? The title was: “I Don’t Need a Water Purifier, but I Need This...” and it was about manifesting.
I have posted it on https://wherethebirdsofedensing.com.

To the point.

So be it.

And then a few minutes later the lady from across the street who worried about our Rhododendron being cut down, knocked on my door. That was the first time ever. She is extremely elderly and rarely gets out of her house, I have only spoken with her on the street. “I’m in trouble, she said.”

She had gone into her backyard and locked herself out of her house.
There was a key in a shed behind her house, she said, but she couldn’t get into it.

I could see why. It had a sliding barn door, that was off the track on one side and gouging into the ground on the other.Luckily the door was standard size, not a big barn door, so I managed to jiggle it open enough to squeeze in.
I got the key and we opened her door.

She said: “When I saw you on the Bobcat, I wondered what in the heck you were doing, then I read your memoir and figured you could do anything.”
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I was shocked. “You read my book?!” (The Frog’s Song)

“Oh yes, I loved it. I’ve been to the Big Island, didn’t live off the grid though, and the restroom at Black Sands Beach wasn’t so good.”.

“I think they have rebuilt it since you were there,” I said, “It had a good restroom.
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 Poem by e.e. cummings:
I thank You God for this most this amazing / day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees / and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything / which is natural which is infinite which is yes.

I Don’t Need a Water Purifier, but I need this

https://wherethebirdsofedensing.com