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This above all; to thine own self be true. 
William Shakespeare

Thoughts Requested

2/8/2017

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A sad encounter 

 We visited some old friends of ours, good friends from the days we would go dancing together. We had recently met them again, while we were on holiday at a holiday centre near Lowestoft, but for reasons that were to become clear to us, they had to leave early.
   They have been happily married for ten years, we were fortunate enough to be able to attend their wedding. 
   Sadly she is now in the later stages of dementia, and is becoming increasingly dependant on her husband for support. She is a wonderful lady, with a lovely personality, that is still apparent from the beautiful smile that seems to be permanently fixed on her vulnerable face.
  My friend is in his eighties and has suffered from the usual failing health that almost always afflicts people in this age group. He has always been a talented person, working as a tailor, making and designing clothing. He has made many of his wife's dresses over the years. He is a talented keyboard musician.
 I remember both listening and dancing to his music on a number of occasions in the past, when we have been invited to their home.
  Ironically my friend has also been a successful healer, and has friends in a healing group that they both attend together.
  We spent a couple of hours with them and we promised to keep in touch and visit again soon. We suggested when it was convenient, it would be a nice idea for us to all have lunch together somewhere. I know this is a good idea as  he  needs people to communicate with in these uncertain times of his wife's failing health.

  The sad thing is dementia is a slow, harsh, thorny pathway, filled with the uncertainty of misunderstanding and incomprehension. One moment the afflicted mind is painfully aware and the next moment everything is shrouded in mystery. A dementia patient can be happily lucid, yet behind the facade there is a world of fear, as the reactions of the people around, reflect the misunderstanding of the slow loss of reason, that is a characteristic progression of this evil.
   We will always have special memories of this close couple and we will do our best to stand by them both in these difficult hours of need.


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THE MIRACLE ~ 20th AUGUST 2016

20/8/2016

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A prompt response to ~ http://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/

​261. Rocks and Gems: Write about a rock or gemstone meaning.
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RESEARCH
“For example, the light that reflects through a gemstone crystal, or energy emanating from it is thought to facilitate healing when the gemstone is placed on vital parts of the body. This use of gemstones and minerals for healing is called lithotherapy, and this field is gaining popularity throughout the world of alternative therapy.”
(from the net)



THE MIRACLE
by John Yeo

Marquita was crying, sobbing loudly. The family was gathered around a pile of rugs and blankets in the corner of the room. One had to look closely to discern a thin emaciated child wrapped up in this grubby pile of bedding. Her breath was laboured and her chest shuddered from the effects of a hacking cough, that seemed to come from deep within her very soul. The wise old Shaman had visited and with a tear in the corner of his crinkled eye, he just shook his head and left.
“She is dying Jose!” cried Marquita, “Our little child Conchita, is going to our forefathers before her time. Is there nothing we can do?”
Jose just cried aloud, pleading, sobbing tears. “No Marquita, there is nothing.”
At that point a familiar figure entered the room, Jose’s brother, Pietro made an announcement.
“My family, I bring hope, a slender hope. An elder of our neighbouring family, talks of a cavern inside the hill, carved from solid rock. This cavern contains a huge crystal gemstone, shaped into a perfect square, shaped over generations by water dripping from within, from the very walls and the ceiling. The light from the entrance to this cavern reflects through the dead centre of the crystal gemstone, facilitating healing, and bringing recovery to the afflicted. We must transport Marquita there at once, during the current cycle of midsummer sun reflection.”
Almost immediately the mood lightened as hope spread from person to person in a tidal wave. Conchita was quickly placed on a stretcher and lifted high in the air by four strong, young men, and a woeful procession began through the valley to the mysterious hill beyond.
The cave was hidden behind a dense thicket, and the members of the procession physically pulled back the branches to enter a large clearing at the entrance.
There was a stunned silence as the huge four-sided, shining, crystalline gemstone became clearly visible as the sun sparkled, warmly.
Conchita was lifted from the stretcher onto the huge gemstone to bathe in the healing power emanating from the beautiful blue crystal light.
The silence, punctuated with hope, was broken as Conchita suddenly sat up on the hard exterior of the stone. “Ma-Ma!”
There were grateful, gracious, tears replacing the woeful weeping as she was placed back on the stretcher, with the ghost of a smile on her face.
Over the next few weeks, Conchita just got stronger and stronger, leading to a full recovery.
The magical crystalline gemstone disappeared when an earthquake struck the island shortly afterward. Many searches have been made for this miraculous marvel, to no avail, some say it has gone forever.


(443 WORDS)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


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A FIGHTER FULL OF SPIRIT MOVES ON ~ December 1st, 2015

4/12/2015

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  My eldest daughter Caroline sadly passed away in the early hours of this morning, as a result of the final rejection of the transplanted liver. The surgeons did a remarkable job and bought her a precious, extra few months of life. The liver failure was a slow insidious process that caused her much suffering and finally resulted in her death. I wrote a very special poem in her honour and published it on Facebook. There have been many comments expressing thoughts of sympathy and commiserations. I have shed many tears today as the realisation has hit home I will never see here in the flesh again or hear her voice. I am sad that she has gone in this way so early in her life at 50 years of age.
A FATHER'S LAMENT

A FIGHTER FULL OF SPIRIT MOVES ON.
 by John Yeo

She has passed through the final door out of pain,
The indignities of suffering peacefully dispersed,
When her soul left her body, never to return.
Sadness and sorrow replaced the hopeful prayers
With utter helplessness as she passed away.

 A Father's  mind travels and merges the memories.
Today a part of my life, torn away, has departed. 
 A special life, full of special memories has gone.
When a 50 year old lady becomes  a child again.
Skipping happily to school, laughing  with her sister.
Living the excitement of  an adventurous childhood.
A motorcycle riding the waves of life without care
The wind joyfully carrying her along to the end.

My mind journeys backwards through her short life 
Her hopes with dreams and high aspirations
The ups far out-shining the sad, sad culmination.
The bravery of my daughter fighting through to the end.  
A few stolen short months tasting life's exhilaration. 
New hopes raised by an organ transplantation.
Then cruelly dashed through a sad insidious rejection.

An old man’s mind travels, and merges the memories.
Today a part of of my life, torn away, has departed. 
 A special life, full of special memories has gone.

Goodbye  Sweet Caroline!



 Copyright.  © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
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Mysterious Island

10/12/2014

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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words….Ready?
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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND

by John Yeo


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Donning her fins and snorkel she headed out into the deep water. 
She entered the water making as little splash as possible to avoid alerting the guards on the mysterious island. Her mission was to steal a very valuable painting that had been stolen from a London art gallery and was now part of an eccentric millionaire's private collection. Reaching the shore, she checked a waterproof canvas tube slung over her shoulders and unfastened an infra-red torch from her belt. Making her way to the centre of the island she encountered no guards and to her great surprise the door at the rear of the mansion was unlocked.

Creeping silently through the dark mansion she found what she was looking for and took her knife out from the sheath attached to her belt, to cut the picture from the frame.

Suddenly light blazed out .  A smiling man pointing a gun right at her said. "Welcome little mermaid, we have much to discuss.


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Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Written for: http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/mondays-finish-the-story-december-8th-2014/


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Velvet Verbosity~~100 Word Challenge~Beast

30/10/2014

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THE BEAST MISSES

by John Yeo


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The village was located at the edges of the tropical evergreen forest. The villagers would grow food, collect fruit from the forest and kill small animals for food. One day, Abhay a young, fearless, carefree man was collecting wood for cooking from the forest. He sensed a pair of eyes watching his every move. Abhay became uneasy, he was sure he was not alone. Then a low growl became a roar and a full grown female tiger suddenly appeared on the path in front of him. Abhay turned to flee, a shot rang out, the tiger turned and fled unscathed.



Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved
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Friday Fictioneers

24/10/2014

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100 WORDS ON THE PICTURED PROMPT
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Photo prompt supplied by The Reclining Gentleman on Word Press
THE RETURN
by John Yeo

Here we lived on this side of the lake. Even the ducks seemed to know, and would not come near. The condition we suffered, caused physical disfigurement and disability. The monks who looked after Mary and I, kept their distance. They insisted we pray, and immerse ourselves in the water many times, during the day and night to wash away our sins. Mary and I met here in the leprosarium, and fell in love. Together we watched the sun, rise and set over the lake, many times. Our spirits return here often to immerse ourselves in memories of the past.


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100 Word Challenge ~ Staff

21/10/2014

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Challenge ~ 100 words on the word STAFF


STAFF FOR STAFF
by John Yeo

The shepherd lived to protect his sheep from harm. One day, many sheep were stolen in broad daylight. The shepherd was unable to stop the theft as the thieves were armed, all he carried was his old gnarled wooden staff for protection. His sheepdog was shot by the thieves during the raid.
 The farmer sadly dismissed the shepherd, as he could no longer afford his wages. One day in the village, the local baker offered him a job. "I will pay you well for the work, if you can swap one staff for another, Bread is the staff of life".



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                                         Friday fictioneers

18/10/2014

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100 words on the pictured prompt

EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY

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PHOTO-PROMPT Copyright Douglas M Mcilroy

The sea of stories
by John Yeo

  •  Every article, alive or dead, is physical matter made up of universal molecules, part of the whole. Each section has a unique story to relate. Every seashell was once a part of a life-form and has lived through a story. Timeless pebbles illustrate seas where waves washed and polished them over and over again. Empty wine and water bottles, beg the question, who consumed the contents? A timeless clock sits above the scene, displaying jumbled numbers obscuring the time. The artist constructed this work of art using driftwood from wrecks, and material from the seashore. 
  • Thereby hangs another tale.
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THE QUEST

13/9/2014

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THE QUEST
by John Yeo

I have travelled the world on a mission,
I seek to follow the clues
My existence hinges on the answers I find
To questions that haunt and confuse.
The trail is hard to follow sometimes
The branches of the whole go awry.
Often when I’m sure I’m on the right lines
A new path opens and new shoots appear.
Records were kept very poorly
The clues are confusing and suggest
My heritage will remain a mystery to me, 
But my instincts for clarification
Urge me to continue my quest
Following the clues to discover

The roots of my family tree.

Copyright  ©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 

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Five Senses of Wistful Thinking

13/9/2014

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Five Senses of Wistful Thinking
By John Yeo

SIGHT~SOUND~SMELL~TASTE~TOUCH

   What do you want most in the world? 
The sage old Guru asked, when I met him for lunch in the college refectory.
I pondered for a few seconds, my mind racing over the many possible answers to his question.
 I began to think and value the things I already have. My lovely wife and our happy relationship, our simple lifestyle that we already value so much
 Our family, I would want them all to be very healthy and happy in their unique individual ways. Good health for the rest of our lives would come top of the list for both Margaret and myself. Enough to eat and  an absence of thirst would also be there, along with the peace of mind that comes with freedom from worry and stress. The peace that comes from valuing one another and respecting each others opinion and point of view, would certainly be there sharing the top spot of any answer to a most wanted requirement from life.

SIGHT~ Globally, I would like to see, Peace all over the world. Nations living side-by-side, with freedom from fear. Accepting each other in friendship. An impossible dream? Perhaps.

SOUND~ I would like to hear the silence, following the fiinal cessation of the bombing of the innocents. Then the birds singing the dawn chorus in Spring.

SMELL~ I would like to smell the scented Spring flowers in my garden and the smell of a newly mowed lawn. Masking the imagined stench of death and bloodshed, that is the present reality in many parts of  the world.

TOUCH~ I would like to feel and touch the raindrops, falling on our skin as we drink the fresh water from a Spring shower. Washing away the fear of sudden death from war or sickness or famine.

TASTE~ I would relish the taste of very cold clear fresh water that has flowed from a mountain stream to nourish the earth. Then the taste of the fruits and food that spring from the clear refreshing rain. I would taste the salt in the tears that are shed for the lack of understanding in this world where many people go hungry and die of thirst.

 What do I want most in this world?~

EQUALITY IN THE PEACE OF FAITH ~THE HOPE THAT THINGS CAN ONLY GET BETTER FOR ALL

Written by John Yeo ©  All rights reserved

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