The Geese Story Sheila was an orphan at age 12. She was living with sister Lucille and her step children when she ran away. She wanted to help, but her sister's step sons made that seem impossible. They teased her, and said she was a burden on the family. It was the late 1920's. She … Continue reading Paintings -Visions from Two Continents Chapter 10
Writing
Discussions on the writing and publishing process.
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
Renaming and Reorganization of my Blog
My blog Visionsfromtwocontinents started, December 11, 2017. That’s five years ago.Now it has a new, easier name, instead of writing visionsfromtwocontinents.blog, you can just look for patsysblog.com Back in 2017, a pandemic was something that only happened long ago, during WWI. In my book Visions from Two Continents: cover I published a letter my uncle Charlie wrote … Continue reading Renaming and Reorganization of my Blog
The Jab
I got the jab, 9 weeks ago in Australia. It was AstraZeneca, the only vaccine then available in Australia. I wanted to be vaccinated before I caught my flight to the USA. We stopped by the local Clinic, they said, “The vaccine will be available after Easter break.” We called after Easter, still no vaccine. Some friends … Continue reading The Jab
Writing at Long Timber
I think I Found a new desk here at Ewan creek. I’m in awe watching the ripples of the creek. The crow caws the sky is blue above the trees. I’m trying another spot. An old log moss grows in its cracks serves as a backbone for the iPad Still searching for the perfect position … Continue reading Writing at Long Timber
Visions from Two Continents 