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Stepping off the Christmas band wagon

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When my children were small, I remember their faces aglow with delight and wonder at a  glimpse of fairy lights, candles and holly. Family traditions warmed us as the Wheel turned from autumn to winter. Then the Christmas band wagon came to town. Shops shone with plastic sentiment from November and the media enforced the message that Christmas was a season to get what you want.

We continued putting out a tray for Santa and his reindeer, not starting our Christmas until we had sung carols in the barn with the animals at the Remus Horse Sanctuary and opening stockings pinned on the fireplace on Christmas Eve never lost its joy but still the Christmas catalogues and bombardment of adverts on TV created an atmosphere of greed and desire. Pressed to conform, I queued for vegetables before the shop opened one year on Christmas Eve and was appalled by the pushing and shoving and anger evoked by a dwindling supply of sprouts. Never again.

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The last two weekends, I’ve taken my books and pixie coats to Christmas Fayres. Within this atmosphere of crafters and caring folk, I’ve reached a decision. I’m stepping off the Christmas band wagon this year.

I would love you to buy my magical books, inspiring yourself and others to see the magic in this world and the gifts you have within. I would love you to buy a pixie coat to snuggle up in when the weather turns wintery but I will not be pestering you to do so.

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On my Facebook pages and on Twitter, I shall pin a post/tweet showing you where you can find all my books and through this blog or my personal Facebook page, you can contact me about pixie coats.

I shall continue to blog but will not ‘pimp’ on social media, flooding your feeds with adverts.

I’m looking forward to a Yule and Christmas filled with family, friends and fun, where caring for people in the community and animals who have no voice, is more important than shiny gifts and hope you will support me in the spirit of warm heartedness and love.

 

Pebble in a pond

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All people are important. All life is precious.

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As the terrible aftermath of extremist action floods the media, I’m saddened and sickened by what I see. From my perspective, victims of atrocities are innocents caught up in violence caused by others. Though the faces of those hurt, homeless or dying are not known to me, I see human suffering and weep for it.

We are human, we are the human family on this earth and we should love every member of it. More than that, we should love and treasure all life and the wonderful earth on which we live.

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In the face of bloodshed on such a massive scale, how can we, human beings who care, make a difference?

Make every day a day to spread love. Buy a Big Issue. Add items to your shopping trolley for a food donation box or an animal rescue centre. Hold the door open for someone in a shop. Support your local high street. Hug freely. Let your friends and family know how much you love and appreciate them. Give of yourself in any way you can, no matter how small, with no thought of reward.

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We cannot end the violence on distant shores but we can live by example.

Be the pebble in your pond and spread kindness wherever you go.

The spring in my step

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When I’m depressed, I lose the spring in my step.

I function, exist in the hours of the day and night but I don’t live. Creative pursuits lift me but focussing, using the joy of inspiring, helping and healing others, is tough when I’m depressed, really tough.

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Summer wanes, autumn beckons and I sink into the yawning pit of despair. The Wheel does not cease to turn because I cannot climb aboard. The leaves begin their fall in a blaze of fire and fury, pelted to the earth by the gathering wind. Scuttling eddies announce my way through the lanes, raining flames on my misery.

And then I dance. DSC_0005I still carry my burden of darkness but the bliss of those few dances lightens my step allowing me to appreciate the moment: a chilly Autumn morning, surrounded by friends I love, talking to new people, dancing to live music, dancing with friends, spreading the love of ATS® and making people smile.

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My steps are lighter. My heart is lighter.

Surround yourself with those who love you and find the spring in your step this Autumn.

 

Why I write magical realism – women are heroes part 3

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I watched a programme on Netflix the other evening. Stephen Fry was talking about his new book and he also talked about discovering Oscar Wilde’s plays and essays and then of the autobiographical books he read about Wilde. He felt the author’s were speaking to him and he not only felt a connection but felt inspired by what they wrote. When he writes, he ‘sees’ a teenager who may find something in his work that makes them smile or not feel so alone. It made me look even closer at what I write and why.

Before I was old enough to walk the two miles to the library on my own, my reading consisted of my brother’s books; James Bond, Lord of the Rings and Biggles spring to mind. Women in these stories were not the heroes, though Eowyn plays her part. Did these ‘masculine’ stories influence my writing? When I wrote my first novel (100,000 words, under the bed in a box) my hero was a female school teacher, coping with the death of both her parents by emersing herself in the plays and stories she loved and struggling with real life relationships. She was a hero in my eyes, maybe not a sword wielding righter of wrongs, but a woman coping with real life situations with compassion, humour and support from her friends.

The definition of magical realism is art, literature and film that encompasses different subjects but accepts magic in the rational world. I believe that an acceptance of this magic defines woman as hero. To face the challenges in our lives, we need to believe we can overcome them. With the help, love and support of friends, we are half way there but belief has to come from within and the magic and deities in my books give the reader permission to believe that anything is possible.

You are the universe and the universe is you. You are made up of the same components as the stars, trees and oceans. You are the goddess and the goddess is you.

These simple ideas allow us to immerse ourselves in the wonderous nature that surrounds us and take from it those things that will heal and balance our own lives.

I write about women who are offered assistance from a different plane of consciousness and who embrace the gifts offered because they know that this is part of an amazing support network. I tell the stories of heroes.

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You can find all my books here:

http://www.amazon.com/Wendy-Steele/e/B007VZ1P06/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wendy-Steele/e/B007VZ1P06/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1365459567&sr=1-2-ent

 

I do hope you enjoy them and I look forward to reading your reviews and comments.

 

 

 

Dumping the routine and facing my fears

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Routine makes us complacent, settling us in safe, familiar territory while improvising, reacting and being in the moment keeps our minds and bodies young and active.

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My fears, including depression, pain and failure, required me to construct daily routines in order to function. Having a reason to get up and get going was vital while having something to look forward to was essential. In May 2013 we sold our house, moved to a tent, then a caravan and into a run down farmhouse and from that moment, routine was unobtainable.

I’ll be honest, it’s been a struggle at times but facing each new day, not knowing what it might bring, has been empowering. We’ve been in our house for almost 18 months now and finally have a new roof but it’s only now I can look back and see how much the lack of routine and the challenges I’ve faced have changed me.

I trust myself more

Making decisions, especially those involving what seems to me vast sums of money, takes courage. I’ve made mistakes but trusting myself means I’m not afraid anymore.

I feel more confident

Another first for me…I am no longer afraid to fail. Who quantifies and judges failure anyway? I do my best with everything I do so there can be no berating or guilt if plans go array.

I like myself more

I’m proud of me and I don’t mind saying it! Life isn’t about the opinions or approval of others. I appreciate how hard I work and the achievements I make but, most of all, I am happy that I live by my own values of honesty, trust and love.

I can look at myself in the mirror

I’ve always had a problem with mirrors but a few weeks ago, squeaky clean from the bath, as I danced in my room, I looked in the mirror. I saw my tattoos from your eyes, saw my face, shoulders, arms, neck and chest and for the first time in my life, I saw myself. I saw me. It wasn’t Wendy Mum, partner, dancer or writer who looked back at me but me, Wendy Woo, the person my friends, my girls, my sisters see.

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On the beach with my home girls

I can highly recommend dumping your routine, facing your fears and living and being present in every moment of your life.