Belgrave Lake Park Playgroup

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These are my first thoughts about my experience in the 1980s being one of the founding members of an extraordinary community playgroup: One day in 2007 on my way to work, I noticed a giant billboard on Park Drive in … Continue reading

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I can’t sleep so I’m going to tell you a story about something that occurred today. Well, technically it was yesterday.

We were almost at the end of an hour or so of walking our two cute, colourful doggies around Tecoma & Belgrave.

Instead of taking the usual route along Sandells Road, I felt compelled to go a little further along the highway to the next corner and Terry agreed.

As we approached it a wiry, slightly intoxicated man who looked to be in his early 40s approached us.

He had seen Honey and I passing the Bell Tavern earlier in our walk and said he had particularly noticed Honey’s purple tail and my multi-coloured hairstyle.

He told us that his wife loved the colour purple…..
With a quiver on his voice he quietly explained that she had died the previous weekend.

I felt a sudden shot to my heart as he spoke these words, and looked into his sad eyes for what seemed to be a long time.

Touching my heart I lent towards him, and he clung to me in a long, strong, fierce but safe hug.

I reminded him that she was still with him and he told me he knew this to his core.
‘We were soul mates and always will be!’

As we unwound ourselves he said:

‘My wife’s favourite colour was purple and she always waived her colours proudly’.

He spent a moment or two patting Honey and made a comment about us all being animal lovers. He felt he was frightening our dogs because they could sense the alcohol in his system. So he bid us farewell and thanked us for listening.

He seemed comforted just a little as he walked off ahead of us on his way back home.

Such an honour for us to be present for him at a time like this. So pleased he could approach us freely.

We do not know the true impact of our being open and present each day.

On our way back home we walked very closely together, our arms around each other. Can you picture it? Terry’s arm was resting on my shoulder and mine was wrapped around his waist. We were slightly unbalanced; but we didn’t care.

Message I received:

‘Don’t underestimate the power of your presence every day’.

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WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL’S author, Terry R Barca is set to release his latest book. Secrets Kept is the second book in the KEEPER OF SECRETS series. This book will be Terry’s fifteenth book release and his ninth audiobook.

The paperback, ebook and audiobook will all be released on the same day, July 18th, 2018.

More than two years in the making. The sequel to KEEPER OF SECRETS is due for publication on July 18th, 2018. The continuing adventures of Daisy and her granddaughter Susan. Daisy’s diaries inspire Susan to lead a secret life of adventure. Money, danger and a sense of freedom drive Susan. Daisy became a spy because her country needed her — Susan steals secrets because she wants to. These women, living in different centuries, are connected by the mysterious Keeper of Secrets.

Find out why Backdoor Barry prefers the dingy pub in Richmond as his office…

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White Toast

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DOT, DOT, DOT … 4 days to release

Dot Dot Dot … is almost here!


January 31st, 2018 marks the release date for my latest book (number eleven). More than a year in the making (I know you are happy to wait as long as the end product is as good as it can be). Good erotic prose is difficult to achieve, so a lot of work went into making the stories about real people having meaningful encounters. This book includes two novellas (actually one novella and a novelette). Read all about it sees a newspaper columnist fall in love with a mysterious widow. His life will never be the same after he meets her at a glitzy reception — not his normal habitat. Will he make it out with his sanity intact? Unexpected sees a mature woman reaching for her chance at happiness. Her life had been comfortable and devoid of passion. Now, she must choose — a life of privilege or an adventure. Her lover shows her…

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All You Need To Know — araneus1 ARTIST/PHOTOGRAPHER: Louis Treserras ~ Model: “Lauralou Abattu”

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Seeking Connection

What is connection?



One of the joys of Spiritualism in general and Mediumship in particular, is the feeling of being connected. All humans crave it to some degree on the Earth plane and those of us who are lucky enough to have ‘woken up’ have the extra connection associated with Spirit.

When I speak to my fellow Circle members I get the sense that each of them experiences this in their own unique way.

My wife seems to have an ongoing conversation with her guides and family members who have passed over. I hesitate to use the word ‘easy’, but it does seem that way to me.

My Mediumship ability has gotten steadily stronger over the past few years, but my sense of any form of direct connection is just that, ‘a sense’. Nothing concrete and few episodes where I have been able to initiate a conversation. I have to say that I…

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On the Bridge at Midnight.

Some nostalgic and tender words from my gifted man.
So romantic! Thank you xxx💗🌈



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This story is now part of TRUST and SLIGHTLY SPOOKY STORIES.

I looked for you last night, on the bridge, but I got distracted.

There was a carnival and a huge old carousel.

Something told me that you too had been attracted to the sight and sounds.

I stood by the carousel and watched it whirling by. It was moving too fast for me to be able to recognise the faces of everyone on board, so I had to wait for it to complete another circuit, then another, and another.

I stood and watched, each time expecting to see your laughing face because, of course, you would be laughing.

I waited for the longest time and eventually the carousel began to slow.

Ever so slowly it came to a halt and the happy throng disembarked, but you were not among them.

Maybe you had gotten off on the other side?…

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