Promises of Love

Last year I was married by the salty crash of waves against a rocky cliff with a handful of guests. The afternoon was perfect in every way – even if our 3 year old son refused to wear his gorgeous black pageboy suit, turning up in very underwhelming attire. In hindsight I should have just dressed him in his favorite Spider man outfit and been done with it. Now that would have made for some interesting photos!

I came across the wedding vows I wrote today. They never made the light of day due to the fact that my groom thought he would wing his vows on the big day – until his nerves had other ideas. I was totally fine with this scenario, as I am not the best at speaking publicly. So, here I share those unspoken vows with the hope that you may share some romantic stories with me.

After all, I  am a writer and always looking for inspiring tales of love …

 

“I never really understood what it meant to love a man until I loved you.

You are my lover and my light,

My greatest adversary and my softest place to fall,

My partner in parenthood, my student and my teacher.

And still after all these years, you are the cause of the slight rush of blood to my head and the delightful skip of my heart.

I love the way you make me laugh, I love your style and your moves on the dance floor and I swear, I would marry you for your Indonesian cooking alone!

I love the life we have made together with all of our beautiful children,

I love dreaming my dreams beside you.

I see all of you, and all that you are, I promise to love and cherish forever”

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Dear Millie,

The moment I laid eyes on you and held your tiny body in my arms, my heart was stolen. I became a mother for the first time, and for the first time I felt my life had purpose. I had a family of my own. You will understand one day, when you hold your first child, how it feels to really love another unconditionally and devote yourself to your family. And devote I did. When your brother came along, it was perfectly complete, and we were happy for many years. But nothing stays the same. Even when you feel joy surging through every part of you and know in your heart contentment, and wish you could feel this way forever, still it doesn’t stay the same. Everything is always changing, Millie; wanted or unwanted, the change is relentless. I thought about your questions today, about how much power we have over our lives, and the power of thought. I realise now that all this time I have created my life by default so far, because I have attracted a situation I wish to participate in no longer. I hope you can find it in your heart to understand why I have made the decision to start over, and this time I will be much more conscious of my repeated thoughts and attempt to create my life how I desire. Thank you for bringing to my attention the power we all possess over our life experiences.

I cannot take you and Ace with me, Millie, as much as I would like to. Your father will surely look for us. You don’t know him as I do; he will not stop and I cannot live my days looking over my shoulder in fear. He loves you and Ace very much, and I know he will make sure you two are cared for and happy.

I have enclosed a key with this letter. This key is very important, Millie. I want you to keep it somewhere safe and tell no-one of its existence. The information it unlocks will one day be paramount to you, and when you are older, I shall write to you and direct you to the keyhole it will turn.

Leaving you and Ace is not easy for me, but I must leave. When you finally come to know the information the key holds, my dear Millie, you will understand. Until then, know that I will never stop loving you and Ace, and some day we shall reunite again.

Remember my beautiful daughter, you are standing on the brink of the rest of your life. Create it as you want it and always listen to the whisper within you.

Albert Einstein said “Knowledge will get you from A to B, imagination will take you everywhere”.

Use your imagination wisely my sweet Millie. You are special. And you can have anything you desire.

With Love,

Mum xxoo

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Millie’s Journal Entry #7

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December 25, 1987

Dear Journal,

 

It has been exactly nineteen days since our mother has left us. And it has been the hardest nineteen days of my life. I try so hard to be strong and keep it together for Ace. I lay beside him every night until he is asleep, and then I go to bed and cry myself to sleep. Will she ever return to us? Does she miss us as much as we miss her? Life seems empty without her.

Today was the first Christmas I have ever spent without my Mum. Her absence was felt by me and Ace profoundly. We have never experienced such a depressingly dull Christmas – ever. Dad tried to make it as joyous as he could, and for him I actually think it was. He doesn’t seem too fazed by our mother’s elected disappearance at all. When I look him squarely in the eyes, which is rare because I seldom talk to him, a cold chill springs to life right at the top of my spine and runs all the way down. Although he is acting quite happy and joyous, he is different. And with every inch of my body, I know that it’s not a good different.

Our mother has abandoned us because of our father. I know she is scared of him, because she mentioned as such in her letter. I have the most dreadful feeling she has every right to be frightened of Dad, even though she has left Ace and I here with him. I fear that choice has made no difference in my father’s thinking.

She should have taken us with her. I don’t want to be here with him. I hate him! I hate her for leaving me! I hate the world! I hate everything!

She brought me an easel and canvas set for Christmas, with the most beautiful paints and brushes. I can’t imagine I shall ever use them now. I can’t imagine ever picking up a pencil to even sketch now. Without her, life is meaningless. Sketching and painting is meaningless. I hate this place!

I miss my Mummy.

Millie xo

 

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Millie’s Journal Entry #6

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December 6, 1987

Dear Journal,

DATE NIGHT!! Oh, and am I just a tad excited! Em has loaned me her thin golden bangles. She said it will set off my new dress. Which, by the way, she loves. She is coming over later to help me get ready for the big night. She is the bestest friend in the world. Thank God for Emily!

My Dad actually said more than two words to me this morning – can you believe that? He asked about my date tonight. I told him we were going to the movies, and when he questioned me further, my Mum told him that she had it covered, then glared towards him really sternly! Probably the most I’ve heard her say to him lately … but he didn’t say a word back to her – surprisingly. I have also noticed Dad spending more time cleaning the house these days – another strange happening around here.

After Mum gave me the dress that day, she’s barely said much to me at all … nothing of importance anyway. No more “I love you’s”. No more hugs. No more anything really. And I still miss her more than ever. I have so many questions to ask her about boys and this first date. I would love to bounce some ideas off her too. About how something I had placed in my imagination for so long is now something I am actually experiencing, and how I wonder if this works for other things we want in our lives. And, of course, I would love to discuss my dreams with her. But I know she is not open to any questions; I have tried.

At least I have Emily. Thank God for Emily! She knows lots more about boys than me; she’s been on heaps of dates. She knows what they like and how to behave around them … she gives me loads of tips. I can handle this.

I think.

My dreams continue… Wings of vibrant beautiful shades and butterflies of violet. Deep violet. The background is illuminated white – like a light, a radiating light. Magnificent whales have appeared breaching enormously out of this radiating light only to disappear beneath it again. These dreams are no ordinary dreams. I know this because of the way they make me feel and I can almost hear what she says to me now … but not quite. I know I’ll hear when I’m ready. I just know.

My visions and dreams are fuel for my art and I am sketching like crazy … love it! Keeps me occupied through the strange hours at home.

I have decided to experiment with this imagination thing I’ve been pondering. I am going to envision every day that I am a successful, well-known artist in my future. For that is fast becoming my dream. And the whisper within me feels pretty good about it too.

DATE NIGHT! Gotta go!

Millie xo

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Just Imagine

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One of my favorite experiences of motherhood would have to be watching my young children play in a make-believe world concocted and guided by their imaginations. I never fail to pause in appreciation when I happen to walk pass or stumble upon one of my children completely absorbed in an epic dinosaur battle or a magical pony school lesson. Of course my presence in these enchanted creations are usually considered to be intrusive to their overseers and well, not appreciated. So I find myself lurking behind corners and kitchen bench tops just to catch a cherished glimpse of my five year old talking candidly with her fairy dolls that are playing mums and dads, or my four year old skyrocketing dinosaurs through the air in a mystical crusade that inevitably ends in bloodshed.

Most times, they will catch me and with a slightly embarrassed grin they insist my eyes to look away or worse; they ask me to leave the room. Do I hear a please with that unsavory request? Actually, I did. At least the manners came out to play with this one. Which tells me they are finally learning to use these civilities we have been teaching them or it must be very important to get rid of me in order to continue playing in their enchanted worlds. Either way, after I’m spotted they are on high alert for sneaky lingering mother and no amount of impersonating a very convincing distracted mum will fly. Perhaps sweeping the floor isn’t so plausible after all. Especially considering I had only just vacuumed and mopped that morning.

I guess I am reminded of my own moments when I would sit for hours with my Barbies and change their names as many times as I changed their clothes, or baking mud-pies out in the backyard for afternoon tea. Days of chasing my brother in a pivotal came of cowboys and Indians drift through my mind in rosy memory. I am reminded how fast the use of imagination dwindles as we grow into responsible adults, and I grieve for the lack of encouragement that exists for our more creative sides.

I look around and I see the use of imagination and creativity everywhere. I see it in the misty green hill tops in the distance, the white froth curling with the waves in the sea and the ever-changing shapes of the clouds in the sky. I see imagination within the house I live, the table I sit at to eat dinner and the car I use to drive around town. The point is, all of these examples stem from imagination and creativity; which suggests the all-importance of our imaginations.

Albert Einstein said, ‘Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world’. So why not take advice from one of the greatest minds to ever exist and teach our children the value of their imagination? Teach them to solve problems creatively rather than using rote-memorisation. To challenge assumptions rather than accepting things as is, to embrace diversity over conformity and foster their curiosities.

When I catch my children’s imaginations in action my heart swells with the smile that embeds within it, and I am reminded we are by nature creators. I intend to nurture this beautiful gift that innately lives in all of us, and I purposely encourage my children to embrace their creativity. For it is their imaginations that will liberate, empower and create the future world.

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Millie’s Journal Entry #5

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December 6, 1987

Dear Journal,

Never thought I’d say this but I cannot wait to go to school tomorrow! I have two words: DAMON RICHARDS!! Oh my god! He has really started to notice me. Thanks to Emily. She taught me how to apply black eyeliner and mascara, and she helped me to sew the hem up on my school uniform skirt – add a push-up bra and voila! Stand to attention honey! Ha ha! So, he’s asked me out on a date next Saturday night. I’ve asked Mum and she didn’t even want information about him, or where we’d be going. Easy peasy. Actually, I haven’t ever had this much freedom and I am loving it. Why question it right? Right?

She’s been home for three weeks now and she hardly talks to me, so that makes the two of them now. I am done trying to figure it all out with my parents. She still cries though, more it seems. I’ve tried to offer her comfort but she doesn’t want it from me. I see her cuddling Ace though. I guess because he’s the baby. I’ve always known she had a softer place for him in her heart; maybe it’s that. Maybe it’s just me.

Lately I’ve been having dreams of coloured angel wings, lots of them hovering and floating about, and a face … at first a blurred vision but I can always feel her before the vision of her comes to me. The feeling is so nice; all I can think to describe it is love. She comes closer and closer. She is saying something but I cannot hear her. And finally, when she comes into clear sight, she is me! Then I awaken.

I don’t know what the dreams mean – if anything at all, but I have started to sketch and colour my angel wings and my visions of her. I have found that I really enjoy drawing, and I’m not too bad at it. A new talent I have discovered, and I am becoming quite passionate about it. It calms me, makes me feel good to create with my hands. So, I have decided to develop this newfound passion of mine and see where it goes.

For now, most of which consumes my mind is Damon, and I can’t wait to spend some time alone with him next Saturday night. I wonder where he will take me. I am so excited!

Keep you updated journal, chow for now!

Millie xo

P.S I didn’t even know push-up bras existed!

 

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Let’s Chat: Beth Prentice

Today I am delighted to bring you a special guest; She is talented author to 6 fabulous mystery novels, due to release 2 more great books this year and a USA Today Best Selling Author. She is a pleasure to know and has wonderfully agreed to answer a few questions: Beth Prentice!

  1. When did you write your first book and what inspired you to write it?

I wrote my first book 5 years ago.  My mum used to tell me stories of how she grew up in London in World War 2.  My Grandma was a funny quirky lady and the stories Mum would tell me were scary as they all involved her house being bombed, but the things my Grandma did in those situations was often hysterical.  I knew that those stories needed to be written.  I haven’t got that far yet as I got a little bit distracted with the fiction that I’m writing, but my Grandma and her crazy ways has definitely made it into my stories 

 

  1. How did publishing your first book change your process of writing?

I now have deadlines to meet, lol. Which in all honesty is a good thing for me as I tend to procrastinate for way to long!

 

  1. Does writing energize or exhaust you?

 

It can do both.  If I have a new idea or story that comes to me it will energize me, but if my deadline is looming and I’m nowhere near where I need to be, then it can be a little bit exhausting.

 

  1. What is your writing Kryptonite?

The pressure of my To Do list! I need to cross things off that list before I can even begin to start writing.  But prioritising is important, otherwise I’d never get any writing done, lol.

 

  1. What was the best money you ever spent as a writer?

The fee I paid to my proofreader/editor.  They’re all totally underrated as far as I’m concerned 

 

  1. What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?

Understanding their thought patterns.  It’s really easy to make them stereotypical.

 

  1. When you discovered Killer Unleashed made the USA Today Best Selling Author list, how did you celebrate?

I ran around the house screaming happily 

 

  1. What are you working on now?

 

I’ve just finished the edits on two books.  Deadly Tails is the sequel to Killer Unleashed, and Lethal Tide is the sequel to Deadly Wipeout.  I’m now starting a new novel about Tilly, who inherits a farm from an aunt she never knew she had.

 

  1. What is the first book that made you cry? PS I Love you – not the one by Cecilia Ahearn (even though that made me cry also!).  This one was part of a series of teenage romance books called Sweet Dreams.  The male lead died and I was heart broken 

 

  1. If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?

Start writing at an earlier age.  I never realized how much I would love it!

 

Want to know more about Beth? Visit her website here

 

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It’s Mother’s Day!

Feeling Creative?

To celebrate all the wonderful mother’s out there and all the great things they do, I’m giving away a $25 Amazon gift card!

To enter; go to my Facebook Author page and create a catchy caption for the pinned Angel/devil post (see below). Share and invite your friends to like your post – the caption with the most like will win a $25 Amazon gift card! Easy peasy!

I’ve got the ball rolling with my own caption below – let the fun begin!

The winning caption will be posted on The Whispering Blog.

Competition closes May 20, 2017.

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Control yourself! – Okay, lets prick him one more time …

 

Looking forward to reading some creative captions!

 

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