Saying
Hello to Donna McCarthy
Donna McCarthy by Nigel A JAMES
Knitting
Needles and Wool
Sometimes
life reaches a point above boiling, and, when the handle gets too hot
for holding the best thing to do is to take yourself off of the fire
and discover the you that's been hiding within you!
And,
Donna McCarthy did exactly just that! She was brave! She stood back,
took a look, and said a definite goodbye to a life that was bringing
her down. And, as she stepped over the line she found herself once
again in a world that was hers. And the life that she left with its
stress and its dangers is now best where it is, in her past.
And
what does this once lawyer now do with all that is hers? The answer
is simple! She has allowed her creativity to take wing and fly! And,
it isn't only flying, it is soaring as well! Her knitted welsh
cardigans in their fine pastel shades have become quite the thing and
are now being worn all over the world. But, her life is much more
than just needles and wool. This little Welsh dragon is breathing
more than one flame!
Donna’s
other side is paper. Not only does she write and illustrate
children's books, her first full length and life size shockingly
blood thirsty book with teeth is about to appear! A must for all
lovers of vampires!
And,
so it is, that Donna has taken her life from being dangerously hot to
a speed that's just bubbling along at just the right pace, and,
because she is being herself, there is never too much. Burnout's a
thing of the past! Life is now made up of the mountains of Wales,
creativity, and a bowl of leek soup every Sunday!
Leafy
Luck!
Balconies
are life on a miniature scale. And, growing in a window box on
Aranka's balcony is a field full of clover! And, not only does
clover bring luck, it adds taste to our salads as well. But not only
for us! Buzzing bumble bees like it as well!
Poetry
Ill
Advised Advisor
“It’s
good to eat,” observed the duck,
While
seeking grass to munch,
“Whatever
could we do instead
When
time comes round for lunch?”
The
dandelion with mournful look,
Replied
a bit put out,
“I
see your point, I do indeed,
But
I can’t move about”.
The
duck was taken by surprise
To
hear a flower speak,
The
place where one expects a mouth
Were
petals but no beak.
“You
won’t grow up a healthy duck”,
The
weed went on to say,
“Unless
you have your vitamins
And
minerals each day”.
The
duck was piqued to think a plant
As
lowly as a weed,
Presumed
to give advice to her
On
what she ought to feed.
“What
use are you?” she cried enraged,
“Stuck
always in one spot?
You
cannot fly or walk or swim
And
talk such tommyrot”.
“I
landed here by parachute,”
The
weed replied with heat,
“And
ever since produced the food
That
you should daily eat”.
“Forgive
me for my hasty words,”
The
duck replied contrite,
“I’ll
follow your advice at once
Because
I’m sure you’re right.
“I’m
sorry we must part this way
So
that I may survive”.
With
that she opened wide her beak
And
ate the weed alive!
