The miracles, the dedication, and the bountiful blessing of Holy Spirit and the Divinity with no end comes. Thanking God with words is not even enough. God delivers everything that I ask. With my totality, I thank Him. Being on earth for nearly fifty-eight years and healthy is marvellous. My travel in this universe is a splendid one.
2016 has been an excellent year for me. But, it has given me a different aspect of what life is all about – the time to contemplate as I get older happened. My family has always been my priority, their happiness, and well-being. Hang on! Have I think about myself? Have I mainly set plenteous rhythm to myself? Or that cosmos is just merely a form of greediness with cantering voices on my brain? When I was young, I deemed that manner; that ruminating of myself was egotistical. It is not true at all. I cannot forget when my primary teacher in grade five asked the class who was the most important person in life. Each of us answered the same; the parents. Then, my dear ma’am as we called her took a mirror. She stared at herself in the mirror and said, “The person I am looking at is the most important. To be able to love and give it to others; you need to be worthy of yourself.”
One cannot deny that you love because you want it reciprocally. What is the point of giving so much when you don’t get anything in return? I used to think that it is better to give love than to receive. It does not mean materiality. Come to think of it? At this juncture of my existence; yes, I have loved myself that’s why I have given that passion to my family, extended clans, and friends.
Time is essential whether you are young or for a person getting old like me. The many peoples I’ve met whom I did not even know; the places I have been – downright outstanding. In their way, they had given me their time and care. And I am wholly grateful for that. Beneath the grand façade of the beautiful clothes and bling in my life, there is no better way to give love than to spend time with the people dear to me. Being sluggish eating pizza on a rainy day with my family or maybe just walking along the beach laughing. These things are the most enjoyable moments. Seeing my children graduated from the university and have great life – my ultimate aim which I am sure is the same with other parents.
2017 is a new beginning. All the jazz you do and where on earth you are, be optimistic. As the rising sun comes in the Northern Hemisphere, it forty winks on the other periphery. Like any other circumstances, they come and go. Happiness is always in your hands. Take your problems as challenges. Many times, these goals make us shine. Living in a competitive world is tiring, not only in mind but your soul, many people step on each other. But, this must not be the case. Patience and humbleness are the ingredients; they are the nobility of the soul. Those traits will bring anyone yonder ahead of the horizon. Sometimes, things do not happen as we want to – different bearings they come. When it occurs, take it as a better path and not the gloomy one. The road to success may be long, but hardships are part of it. Then, contemplate if the difficulties are worth. It could also be the sign to choose a different avenue. For life must be dealt with enjoyment – just savour the ride. Episodes come even if we don’t want it; they are the spices that make you think and assess. They make you use your talent – digest them as inspirations and not a downfall.
HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR, my wish to you, dearest family and friends. GOD grant us the most fantastic flight; look forward and promenade to the path you are heading. May God grant us PEACE in the world.
ENJOY THE RIDE OF 2017!
As I promenade to the memories that we share;
I might be far, but my heart carries you all the way.
Thank you for the kindness that you continue to give;
You are an integral part of my great life.
In times of my happiness, you cherish with joy.
When I am down; ever more, it is you that I count on,
Going back to the path that we passed;
Not so long ago, outside forces tend to tear us apart.
They can try all they can, but, will succeed not;
For we are blood sisters bonded with our souls.
All my worries disappear when you are around;
In your absence, I remember the good old days.
In the gloomy moment, you make me laugh;
In the sparkling of the sun, the more you shine.
You have given me love to your best; such an inspiration, indeed.
Beneath the façade of the faces that we know;
Your impressions fronting the inside is home to me.
In the midst of the tangible twists, you smile.
Unconditional love we bestow lightens our way.
On your special day, you deserve the ultimate gift.
From your younger sister, you spoilt from the start.
The absolute love untarnished through the years.
Though, you have heard it many times before;
Happy Birthday my beautiful and sweetest sister!
You are a gem – a present from High Above
May your dreams from the present and the past;
Become real for you are worthy of the very best.
It has been two months since I came back to live in Darwin, Northern Territory. I have been away for four years. Going back to where I spent my life for more than half of my age was indeed exciting. I have my family and friends around. Four years ago, vividly, I recollect that I travelled to Kalgoorlie, Western Australia to live. It was daunting, but, it was the choice I made. For all good reasons, the wilderness of the Western Australian desert has given me a different perspective in life. That is where I began to write again. I have the greatest inspiration that I needed to go back to the world of Creative Writing. However, after two months, I moved again to a different state, Queensland. The kind people and the surroundings enhance the totality of my inspirations to inscribe.
Recollecting few of my journals inscribed on the days I was free. Pressing each button on my computer to finish my manuscript, an everyday scene. My nails got so much longer as days gone. No more going out of the house to work outside my sphere. Totally, I went back to Creative Writing; the world of storytelling of the characters I created.
At first, publishing a novel was just to fulfil my aim to have a book. It does not matter whether I do not earn from it. I don’t think about the monetary aspect when I inscribe. I love to write. That is the most important thing. But, remember, writers have to eat and pay the bills as well, just like any other human being. Some struggle to get by; working few jobs and also write. I am lucky enough, that when I went back to Creative Writing, I have already passed the challenges in life. However, my intention of publishing again is not in my cup of tea anymore. I am not a business woman. I am a writer. I cannot hold to the stress of the business side of it. I want to write, and I love to write. That is my aim. And for me to accomplish that; I have to concentrate. In whatever you choose to do, you must be able to recognise your strength. Do not even try to sway yourself to use your weakness. Instead, work and develop your strongest side. God has given you the tool. It is up to you to make it happen.
The happiness that I have achieved in writing is words undescribed. The materialisation of the characters adhered to the tangibility of time immortalised. Any dream is possible to get if one works hard to achieve it. Nothing is impossible under the sun and more so, in the heat of your longing to the work you love. Regardless of the challenges ahead and the hurdles that you must jump, always remember, God has given you the power and strength to pass those upheavals.
Leap Year! Every four years, we got an additional day on the calendar. To those born on this day, Happy Birthday! May you have the happiest day! For this particular time comes a special moment to people who can actually celebrate their real natal date, February 29. It is indeed overwhelming to the celebrants. When I was a little girl, I asked my grandmother why it was called a leap year. She gave me an example; if my birthday last year were on Thursday, the next one is not a Friday but Saturday; it leaps, that’s why it’s called a leap year. Normally, if not a leap year, it would be the next day. Is it true that the earth rotates 365 days in a year? According to the measurement from the March equinox ‒ called the tropical year, to complete the circle of the earth to the sun, 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 45 seconds needed. The Gregorian calendar of which we use only has 365 – called the common year but must add another day to compensate for the hours lost for the last three years. Plus the time on the fourth, which totals less than twenty-four hours but considered a day added to the shortest month, February ‒ called the leap year. Otherwise, in the years ahead, the months would be shorter. There are also leap years in different calendars like Chinese, Hebrews and few others. I get utterly excited every leap year; it gives me an additional day to make my day truly happy, happens once in four years.
I bet, it is not only me who gets excited about the leap year, but there are many. It is indeed incredible to think that many people get thrilled. Hang on, human beings get the delight with the combinations of the days in a month as well; I received many in Facebook about it. It says, something like after so many years, it happens that the combinations of 5 Sundays, 5 Saturdays and so on and so forth. But really, as a child, I looked at the calendar very often. One of the reasons: to check the dates of the feast of Patron Saints. I love festivals; even now. My parents made sure that we celebrate the Fiesta where we lived, visitors will come. Plenty of food on the table. But, some of the Fiestas do not have the exact date but celebrated either first or third Sunday of the month. I can vividly remember that I came across 5 Sundays in January not once. The Feast of the Patron Saint where I lived when I was a child always falls in the third week of January. I checked the calendar and saw 5 five Sundays and 5 Mondays and 5 Saturdays in January of 1966. August of 1969 had 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. Try to go back to the calendar of years gone by. We all encountered few combinations of 5 Sundays, five Mondays and so forth, in this lifetime. Therefore, combinations of different days, not unusual. But, I must say that every time I see more Sundays in a month, my excitement prevails; I don’t know the reason. I also consider leap year as special. To celebrate this day, I wrote a poem. HAPPY LEAP YEAR TO ALL! May this day bring us all happiness and good luck!
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
The Universe decides to give extra hours for fun;
For me to jet from one quasar to another and from stars to stars.
The sun smiles gladly and shines to the maximum depth.
The moon adheres to the wants of my giggling.
The extra revolution of the earth makes my heart jumps way up high;
Like quantum leaping to the meadows full of love.
The green pastures caress me right to the bones;
To my soul, a tangible bliss of fortune.
My spirit soars to the heavenly biomorphic constellation;
Singing and dancing to the nymphs who flew from Neverland.
The saga of my Dreamland adheres to the beautiful scene.
In the whole quest of happiness, needless to say;
Tears of joy as I enjoy the beauty of the day.
Does not matter where I am as long as I am with my darling.
We both can assure that this day is an extra day of loving;
That we share through the days as long as we can.
HAPPY LEAP YEAR TO ALL!
Make the best of this day however you can;
For the next four years is far away.
In the memories of my youth, I was brought up in a loving household. I have two older brothers, two older sisters and the youngest girl was born when I was thirteen years old. Therefore, I was spoilt by the rest of the family for a long time. Like any sisters, we have good times and fights. Not all household are perfect. Every family has ups and downs and it is not unusual for siblings to have misunderstandings here and there. Do not let the worries get in the way. More so, let no other being interfere. More often than usual, the outsiders are the stirrer of the pot. Instead, make your challenges as tools to end the day brighter. Sisters grow up in poles apart paths as they get older. In teenage years, one may focus on studies, the other one may fall in love at a very young age. The older ones become the role model and are there to guide the youngers. But whatever happens in the future, blood sisters are there to hold each other’s hands in times of happiness and grief. To the transit of the cosmos; albeit, they will walk on the different roads, the happy thoughts will be given to their children. As a result, cousins become closer and family developes a stronger bond. When I was in Manchester, United Kingdom last year, I watched my two friends who are sisters as they chortled. My two sisters had been called to heaven some time ago and one is living in Australia. I missed all my sisters but life goes on and at that moment, wished that I was with my siblings talking and laughing. It was wintertime when I inscribed this poetry, freezing cold. However, my heart was filled with joy as I recollected my happy days with my female siblings. To all the sisters, I wish you all find the time to laugh and giggle together. For life can only be better if we have the sisters to talk about the gets in life, reminisce the happy thoughts and share the joy.
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
As they laugh to the wiggle of the scene;
The sisters talk all day long about the
memories of theirdreams.
It does not matter if they had seen each
other yesterday. When they’re together,
everything looks so gay. In the coldness
of the day, they will cheer. To the warm
summer day, they will splash in the bay.
They exchange the bright sides of the clay;
gets in life, thoughts of love and their jobs.
As their memories said and the future
is ahead; Never mind through it all, they
are sisters ever more. They may have troubles,
but, they will be gone; for they are connected
to their hearts. Mysteries in the kilt, they
will snigger. Newish mammoth in the realm
of the day. Along in the forlorn of the hay is
none existence. Older sister will lead to the
beauty soft and flair. Pallets in the dreary storm,
never mind. The young female sibling will not
get scared; for her sister will hold her hand to
pass the way. All, they want, is to bestow the
thoughts so refine; songs of love will spread
in the sky. Sisters are born to cheer each other;
to the tic of their hearts; in the greatest of the
jiffy, and more so in bad time.
The blessings of the Almighty, the rays of the sun and the collaboration of the moon to beautify the scene are magnanimous. I am ecstatic to announce the birth of my baby – THE MURDER IN DESERT INN – my first published novel.
The silhouette of my castle in Spain had come to terms in reflection on the days that I was not writing. Too long ago, since I inscribed the book that was not published because I moved to another continent. My manuscript had been lost when all my belongings were put into the box and somehow disappeared. It was a fiction set in the ’70s of the experiences that I went through as a teenager. Living in a place far from the city where I was born and moulded, my life diverted to a different pathos. My status had changed and my conglomeration to a different culture emerged. My love for writing forgotten as I put it in the Pandora box unknowingly. To my exacting, many moons and suns passed by my indexes without me noticing as I was jubilant of the days being with my two adorable children. Would I be a mother if my first manuscript had been published? The best achievement ever in my life – needed and wanted by my neonates. Their sounding calls were the music to my ears. Their laughter and joys were the glee of my heart. Their weeping became the bombardment of chaos in my soul – I am needed and wanted to make them resonate in resounding bliss in the realm of Peter Pan in the Neverland. As I recount, my Chronicle has meanings and reasons for me to curve my road. Thus, my passion for writing went for an extended period of being dormant. In my conjuration and complete affliction, the rationale: to savour the boulevard of Nirvana as I toddle along each and every day of the splendid jiffy that became my sphere – Zion at its best. In the summation of my persona, I open myself to the Universe. Ergo, my Rhapsody, in my hand, fitted to the nanoscale event up to the whopping episode of my life.
As my children grow, my hands started to lose the grasp. Someday, I am not needed anymore to nurture and lead my offspring to the path to Euphoria. My daughter and son will have their lives and for that matter, I will go back to where I started – Myself. Regardless of whether I have someone I love beside me, the moment of pleasure with my babies were the most rewarding of them all. For the caress of my spirit, I have brought up the two beautiful creatures in this world.
To the tangibility that the rotation of the earth on its axis will revolutionise to the movement of the Universe, in my aloneness, my Pandora box opened and the paragons glimmered to the summit of its brightness. My fingers fiddled my pen to inscribe my feelings. My thoughts did not deliberate not even a second but only to escalate, for the moment had come for me to write again. My convalescent heart commanded that my faculty of mind must go back to the arena that I nourished when I was young – Creative Writing.
The Murder in Desert Inn was born in the desert of Western Australia. The beautiful waterless land is my friend and ally – my utmost inspiration to the world of my surreal realism. For in my totality – the desert is an absolute gem – a mammon ground that helped me go back to my sphere.
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
The reverie of my youth is a splendid realm;
myth like — a saga in Wonderland;
with the fairies all around.
The euphoric twinkling as I promenade the
byway; with my mother all triumphal
as I walk — with such flare.
She is shouting with joy as I do my first few
steps; crying with tears of glee when
I continue to paddle my glare.
When I talk, she patiently listens to my
stuttering voice, so to tell, that is so!
Mama graciously — corrected
each phrase with the leer. One sunny day,
the laughter of my mum dominates
in the air; when she sees me
eating with the kitten in my room very dear.
As I feed the creature in my own
little hands; mama gladly
whispers, you are the kitten’s mummy just like me.
As I move to my path; my mother is there all
along. In my lows, she will
console me with such grace and poise. When I
triumph, she celebrates and regards all
my blessing from High Above.
My mother is such a star that will outdo all the
Hollywood stars. The constellation will agree
without a doubt.
Mama, I adore you with all my totality.
Heart – soul – spirit; shout from the core;
I will love you — forever and
Christmas of 2015 had passed by, and each of us has the memories to cherish. This year is another special one, I stay put in Cairns; went to church, had Christmas lunch and accumulated the best bonding with few members of my family and friends. Like any household, food and drinks overflow; laughter and festive moods dominated the scene. In 2014, I spent Christmas in the city of romance and love, Paris, France. I was doing my research that time. Oblivious to my flight, I was staying beside the Dominican Monastery; covered by another building. A place in Paris not many tourists would go. I attended the Midnight Mass; it became the highlight of my travel. The beautiful voices of the priests as they sang; I felt like lifted to heaven. The songs from heaven gave me so much inspiration. After attending the mass, I inscribed this poem of which I posted January of 2015.
THE WINTER WIND
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
As the winter winds caress my very hands
Without gloves, so to speak numbs my very francs
The withered leaves fall to the spirit of my charms
To the joy of my spine in the hush of the vine
Although the lips in the grove nowhere to be found
Nevertheless the landscape of Paris; very grand to the curb
The lights on the Avenue of Champs-Elysees sparkle to the moon
Misty eyes overflow with river of flowing in tune
No upheavals to the just of my soul as I prance
Precipitation of the rain passing by
Like gems from the shadow of the Dame
Mammon lands in the jostling of the narrow lane
The meadows gleam to the elitist in the gist of the realm