Triskeles, Synchronicities, and Inspiration

While we don’t manage many ‘author appearances‘ (living 30 miles apart and having very different lifestyles play their part in that!) Ron and I were able to run stalls at two Mind Body Spirit fairs in Plymouth recently – yippee!

This is how they went …

(NB I regret my phone’s camera has a fault which means that every photo taken in low light comes complete with its own violet halo! I apologise for the image quality!)

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Ron sitting behind our stall before the Plympton fair opened

At both the Estover and Plympton fairs, we met stallholders from events we’d attended earlier in the year.

It’s a lovely boost to see some familiar faces when you turn up in a strange place laden down with your banners and your boxes and bags!

It was fun to reconnect with them, and to strengthen those fledgling relationships. It’s even better when synchronicities occur and we can offer a solution to someone’s ‘problem’!🙂

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Ron chatting with Maureen Rolls, angel and animal communicator, during a quieter spell [www.angelandanimalcommunication.co.uk]

We also chatted with customers we’d met at previous events – we love hearing how much new readers are enjoying our novels and short stories – some of our customers are reading The Cordello Quest and Mosaic of Light a second time (and asking when the third will be ready, eek!)

As for new customers, it’s always interesting to chat with people who value crystals, Reiki, life-force energy, and working with intuition and synchronicity.

The few crystals we place on our table often spark a conversation, particularly the opalite tumblestone and the lapis lazuli.🙂

At the second of the fairs (Plympton) – thanks to a brainwave idea from Ron, ever the ‘practical ideas man’ – the books we sold went home in little paper bags, upon which he affixed one of our business cards with a beautiful wax seal (thankfully without setting off any smoke alarms as the flame burned and the wax dripped oh-so-carefully onto the bag and card!)

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The first of our ‘special Lazuli Portals bags’! Large enough to take one copy of each of our paperbacks!

The design imprinted into the wax is the beautiful triskele, one of my favourite symbols.

The design seemed a good fit for us, what with Ron being Cornish, and the importance of symbols in our novels – and our customers seemed very taken with the idea.

It made the handing over of our books feel even more special! What do you think of it?

There can be downtime at these events – people are not always streaming non-stop through the doors (and not everyone who does is interested in reading!)

So apart from browsing the other stalls, and mingling with stall-holders/friends, Ron and I had plenty of time to chat about writing: the process, our series, and our plans, thoughts, and ideas, as well as the concepts and spiritual learning we weave into our work.

We don’t often get the opportunity to do that in-person, so when the chance pops up, we make the most of it!

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Customers chatting with Elaine Drake at her Aromaware stall [https://aromaware.co.uk]

We also worked on short stories and poetry for reading aloud at Writers’ Circle meetings, taking advantage of quiet moments to get scribbling and typing, or to edit or format other writing projects we have underway.

I used my experiences at Estover (the atmosphere, the crystals I saw, the bustle of customers as they wandered from stall to stall) to form a short story based at a fictional Mind Body Spirit fair.

That piece – entitled Pick and Mix – was read aloud at Writers’ Circle last week. With writers, every experience can be of some creative value!

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Some of the stalls at the Plympton fair, before opening time

We have a few weeks’ break from the fair circuit now. Our next one will be at Saltash, Cornwall, on 12 November.

If you think you might be able to come along, you can find out more here:

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In the meantime we’ll continue to work on Lazuli Portals Novel #3 (which I am able to progress most weeks, health and time permitting), and writing more stories and poems for Writers’ Circle … and anything else we can find time and energy for!

And of course we’ll continue posting on Twitter and Facebook (feel free to connect with us there if you haven’t already!)

We’re giving Instagram a try as well, if that’s more your ‘thing’.🙂

We hope you enjoyed this post. Our next one will hopefully be K is for Kaleidoscope (Cordello Quest A-Z series).

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Until next time, and with lovelight blessings,
Joanna and Ron | The Lazuli Portals

(1) The Faceless Door and (2) Masks and Barriers: Haiku

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The Faceless Door

What hides behind you?
Secrets and lies, hopes and dreams?
Your story untold

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Masks and Barriers

Step inside, softly
Find my reason, search my soul
Accept the real me


Words © Joanna Gawn, inspired by image by bigjom via www.freedigitalphotos.net

Recommended Read: Energy Medicine for Women by Donna Eden

Energy Medicine for Women: Aligning Your Body's Energies to Boost Your Health and VitalityEnergy Medicine for Women: Aligning Your Body’s Energies to Boost Your Health and Vitality by Donna Eden

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Book Description from Amazon

A women’s guide to using energy medicine to promote and maintain optimal physical and mental well-being.

For more than three decades, Donna Eden has been teaching people to understand the body as an energy system, to recognize their aches and pains as signals of energy imbalance, and to reclaim their natural healing capabilities. In this long-awaited new book, Eden speaks directly to women, showing them how they can work with energy to tackle the specific health challenges they face.

Hormonal health is essential to a woman’s well-being, and in this groundbreaking book Eden reveals that a woman can manage her hormones by managing her energies. In fact, energy medicine is effective in treating a host of health issues. From PMS to menopause, from high blood pressure to depression, it offers solutions to women’s health issues that traditional medicine often fails to provide.

In Energy Medicine for Women, Eden shows women how they can work with energy to strengthen their immune, circulatory, lymphatic, and respiratory systems to promote health, vitality, and inner peace. Blending a compassionate voice with a profound grasp of how the female body functions as an energy system, Eden presents what is sure to become a classic book on the subject of women’s health.

Energy Medicine for Women was awarded the prestigious 2009 Nautilus Gold Award in the Health, Healing & Energy Medicine category.

What I thought of it

A superb book, one which is both informative and empowering.

Through sharing stories and insights from her vast experience of working with subtle energies, Donna Eden ably demonstrates why she is perfectly (perhaps uniquely) qualified to write this particular book.

The authors offer a wide selection of tools for shifting the body’s energies in order to naturally and safely enhance health, wellbeing, and vitality. All of the techniques have been developed so that anyone can apply them, even if they don’t feel or see subtle energy themselves. The text includes detailed instructions interspersed with plenty of photographic illustrations.

There are tools for helping with period pain, issues during pregnancy, infertility, menopause, and weight management, and a helpful chapter offering guidance on energy testing.

Because Donna has experienced severe difficulties with her own cycles and hormones, she knows PMS ‘inside out’, too! Hence there are a number of techniques included here for relieving stress, as well as for balancing specific meridians which might be keeping the energy system (and hence body, mind, and spirit) in a state of stress and ill health.

As a Reiki Master, and someone familiar with EFT/tapping, acupressure, qi gong, and pranic healing, Donna’s words – and the tools she shares here – make sense to me, and resonate at a very deep, intuitive level.

The book is a practical guide, so of course an improvement in a reader’s energetic balance and wellbeing could only occur if the tools are used regularly. But like Reiki and EFT, they cost nothing but time and a little effort to implement, and are available 24/7, so for me it’s definitely worth the investment.

This review has been written following my second reading of the book in April 2016. I hope you’ve found it interesting! Why not leave a comment to let us know?🙂

~ Joanna

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Stains: a micro-fiction piece by Ron

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Stains

Through this closed window is the way to see it all. The lives of those past who left their mark inside.  The rabble who now infest the home of generations.  And, if you look closely, you may see the many futures open to each inhabitant.  

Those there must choose as their ancestors did before. Will their dreams materialise, if dream they still do!  Yet the action each takes, be it Sonic or homework; which food or which wine; to smoke or to not; to leave or to stay, can create a new world in which they then exist.  Though each can then change and move another way.  

The vibration they leave remains as a stain.  Each choice that is made sends ripples around.  Each swell, big or small, will move all it encounters.  Be it little or huge nothing is ever constant. Reactions may be the same: to be buoyed or deflect; to go under or to swim; bob around waiting or speed off under power; look to horizon or to the depths.

The choices they make can drown in the tide of others’ actions.

Where will the rabble be in ten years, or an hour?

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Words © Ron C. Dickerson, inspired by image, by bigjom via www.freedigitalphotos.net

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We’ll be using this image again soon, as Joanna has written a couple of haikus using this picture as her focus.🙂

Heroes and Villains

I don’t often reblog, but I felt this needed to be shared as I found it empowering.

It’s a quiet reminder that we all have battles of some sort – emotional, mental, physical, or even spiritual – and we may have to dig deep just to get through the days.

It’s a quiet reminder that we are each heroes in the narrative that shapes our lives.

It’s a quiet reminder that each moment holds a potential blessing, that each moment counts, that each time we are compassionate, open, supportive, and loving, we can make a positive difference.

Thank you Joanna Cannon, for reminding us that the ordinary can be extraordinary, if we choose to see it so.🙂

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I have met the greatest hero in the world. Her name was Jackie and she had bowel cancer.

‘Jackie’s going to beat this,’ she told me. ‘Jackie’s going to win.’ And I smiled and nodded, and she smiled and nodded back, even though we both knew this was a victory that would never happen. Weeks later, I was called to certify her death. Jackie wasn’t brave, because by definition, bravery suggests that someone has a choice. A choice to face a fear or turn away. Jackie had no choice, which – to me – made her the greatest hero in the world.

I have met the greatest hero in the world. He is a teenager called David and he has schizophrenia. Before he was admitted, he had been living on the streets for three years, because his mother didn’t want anything to do with him, and yet every Sunday, he…

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Natural Inspirations Series: Greeting The Sun

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GREETING THE SUN

Bright ribbons of orange-gold vein the morning sky as it breathes lightly over the quiet sea. The headland is almost dusky, a mythical island rising from the waters. The fiery streaks criss-cross like airplane contrails, yet no human hand has caused this; only the delicate brushstroke of nature, needing no further enhancement, no fake colour palette to add to its natural, authentic beauty. Rising above the cloud, the sun-tinted sky grows and shifts to its own music, its own rhythm.
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And then … then the sun breaks free, peeking above the rim of cloud and flooding the sky with new light. Higher and higher the bright orb creeps until the day is awakened. The sky nudging the sea is flamed with a soft rose-hued apricot, a broad smudge of lavender . . . depthless aquamarine light resting above it. Shot through with pastel colour, the sky sighs as the blazing sphere of the sun takes over.

© Words Joanna Gawn. Image from Pixabay.

Cool, Calm, and Collected: dark micro-fiction

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COOL, CALM, AND COLLECTED

Toast; sausages; freshly-brewed coffee. Those are the scents which greet me as I walk into the restaurant. I have already shaved, my bathroom mirror reflecting a can of hairspray, a bottle of perfume. Female toiletries in my suite … a culture shock, really. But I’m becoming familiar with them.

She is already here, sipping from her cup in that elegant way she has, although I wonder if she is as aloof as she tries to make out. There is a coolness about her, always, as though she considers herself too precious to be touched.

She catches my eye and a slight smile is sent my way. I mirror her expression, wondering what she is thinking. I imagine her thoughts to be already in motion: the day’s appointments, the contracts to be signed.

And yet … I know how her skin glows in moonlight; how her fiercely red lipstick tastes. I know what perfume she wears, what size shoes are cupping those graceful feet.

I know her.

I turn to the breakfast bar but I am aware of her still. She drains her cup. She replaces it onto the saucer. She wipes her hands on a pure white napkin and discards it on the table. As usual, she departs without a backward glance.

Her table vacated, I sidle to it with my grapefruit and my Earl Grey. A waiter swoops toward me to clear her debris. There is confusion as my breakfast things mingle with hers. An apology; an acceptance.

I eat my grapefruit slowly. There is no rush now. She will check out today, move to yet another hotel. Once I have dyed my hair, removed my moustache and my spectacles, I will follow. She will not recognise me.

The clatter and hum of breakfast chatter starts to fade as patrons return to their rooms. My meal finished, I am among them, the napkin tucked into my pocket.

Upstairs, I add the napkin to my tally: the lipstick, the hairspray, the perfume.

I wonder … has she missed them yet? Does she blame the maids?

I laugh softly, and begin to pack.

I know her.

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© Words: Joanna Gawn, inspired by the image, by tiverylucky at http://www.freedigitalphotos.net