Leaving America I keep thinking of the song I learned in grade school. Everyone knows it. My Country tis of Thee Sweet Land of liberty. Of thee I sing. I’ve fallen in love with an Australian. Every year he came with me to America. But this year he wouldn’t come. He did not feel safe … Continue reading Leaving America
Memoir
Sneak peaks at my newest book, Getting Beyond, coming out in 2022.
Visions from Two Continents today written with word Dictation
In Australia my arm in a sling from a bicycle accident My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty of the icing. (of thee I sing) That's what dictating springs. My right arm is in a sling. I can't type a thing. Yet, I want to compare my two countries right now. I … Continue reading Visions from Two Continents today written with word Dictation
BAck, Back in the USA
That is the USA not the USSR. USSR made for a better rhyme, but I want to be in a country with fair free elections and an independent civil service system that unholds the constitution. A country that has been famous for peaceful transfer of power from one Presidential election to the next. I have … Continue reading BAck, Back in the USA
Paintings from Visions from Two Continents
Chapters 4 and 5 Chapter 4 tells about school and the scary bamboo path Sheila had to walk through on her way to school. Bamboo are not native to Queensland. When planted they grow prolifically and can be a problem. People tried to remove the Bamboo from this property years later, but they are still … Continue reading Paintings from Visions from Two Continents
Love
"Twisted strands to a single center flow. Life is living."
Happiness
Yesterday, Blackburn Lake, Melbourne, Australia, Reflections Looking at clouds up and down, reflections all around. The reflections are my memories, the good, the bad, and the ugly. A cliché that speaks truth. I love the concept that true happiness comes from solving problems. It seems the only constants in this world are change and problems. … Continue reading Happiness
Resurrection – Easter
The Resurrection by Patsy Buell Stierna Description at the end I feel Easter in my soul. It is life, death and rebirth. It begins on Ash Wednesday which brings home the fragile nature of our short stay on this planet. Some would say life is just decay and rebirth through the cycle of life and … Continue reading Resurrection – Easter
Memoir Writing, Undressing My Soul
Unfinished Portrait of me by my mother Sheila Buchanan Buell It's been another extended week of editing. Going out pulling invasive weeds here in Australia, then locking myself up with my computer, with comments from my Beta Reader and my editor. Based on their feedback I pull out and plant more words into my memoir. … Continue reading Memoir Writing, Undressing My Soul
Trepidation-no picture
My second book Getting Beyond... is almost finished. It is about my marriage, and the problems that threatened it both mine and my husband's. Neither of us was perfect. Writing is rewriting. The moment I think I'm finished, and I share the rough draft, I see something is missing. Writing is rewriting, editing again, and … Continue reading Trepidation-no picture
My Mother, Myself
My mother Sheila Buchanan Buell in a tree USA, 1955 Me living Mother's Dream, in a tree 2019, Australia The beginning of a weekly blog series comparing our lives and documenting the process of self-publishing my new book. Getting Beyond… My mother, Sheila Buchanan Buell was a victim. Born in Australia, but taken from her Australian … Continue reading My Mother, Myself
Visions from Two Continents. 