Daily Archives: January 21, 2015

Her Wild Boar Wood Adventure

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Always, in the past, she had known that things may be better tomorrow. She had known that in order to move forward she had to take a step. She had known that the cloying grey mud which seemed to engulf her was not a physical thing.

But now it just Was There…. as if it had always been and always would be.

Although it threatened to engulf her, like a burnt out actor she tried to continue to play her part, unable to leave the stage until, too weak to resist, kind hands led her away to an enchanting woodland far from the slurry pit of her unwitting, unthinking tormentors.

Blindly she followed, taking her battered brain with her, and looking neither ahead or behind, caught in an endless moment of dispair while her consciousness barely managed to attend to the rules of convention.

Although she instantly saw the beauty of the place, it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the light, but in that summertime haven she gradually sluiced off the filth.

She stood up and stretched muscles that had been crushed by the crash of a thousand thrown stones.

Hidden bruises healed and the sun warmed her skin.

People smiled and laughed, and her mouth and throat and belly opened to respond.

Strong trees of oak, birch and hornbeam offered up their beauty, and as their intricate patterns silhouetted the navy blue sky, she retired each night to enjoy sleep that had for so long evaded her.

Awoken as the dawn brought a cream glow into her tent, she would snuggle more deeply into her bed, luxuriating in the lyrics of a miriad of neighbourhood birds that seemed to sing of her escape to freedom. Gently she would drift back into sleep, until it was time to get up and start the day’s work.

Looking after the guests at this holiday campsite was a pleasure, as were most of the practical duties which needed to be carried out.

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Those unforgettable months were spent greeting and getting to know all sorts of interesting people. Pleasant evenings were enjoyed around their campfires, as she learned of lives so different to hers. There was the fun of helping guests to light a fire in the golden glow of early evening, and the thrill of seeing the excitement on the children’s faces, as together, they explored the woods. Dens were built and mock battles were fought between strangers who had so easily become friends.

With the generous blessing of the manager, when there were spare tents her family and friends sometimes came to stay, and she proprietorially showed off the unfamiliar lilac mushrooms which glowed as if radio-acive, and the wildflowers that were never seen in their home county.

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Every day she found a new treasure to add to the fast-expanding coffers of her heart.

Then summer ended.

She returned to the home that she loved. Everything was a little more crumbled and broken – everything except her.

She stood tall, with her head up and her shoulders loose. Her breathing was calm, her heart beat gently in her chest. She flexed her toned muscles, and then relaxed.

She was ready to mend her damaged world.

© Jane Paterson Basil

I offer up gratitude to all the people who helped me to lift my feet when they were heavy, and in particular I would like to thank my niece Heather for inviting me to apply for the shared job of campsite warden with her, and Hugh Sandie, who had the faith to employ me.


The Sisterhood of the World Blogger Award – the award that recognises unique voices of women throughout the blogosphere. Thank you Arundhati at Sandcastle for nominating me for this award. I am honoured by your kind gesture.
For those of you who need a little sunshine in your life, I recommend that you check out Arundhati’s blog. I’m sure it will put a happy smile on your face. It certainly works for me!

So, these are the rules for this award that I have received:

Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site
Put the Award logo on your blog
Answer the ten questions sent to you
Make up ten new questions for your nominees to answer
Nominate seven blogs

My nominees are:

The Lace in my Head

Mary’s Written World

Wallflower Whimsy

Write and See

Hot Cup of Kaapi

Encircled inLove

Bethie’s Place

And these are my 10 questions for the nominees


1. Why did you start your blog?

2. Have your reasons for blogging changed. If so, how?

3. In one sentence, how would you describe yourself?

4. What do you like the most about yourself?

5. What has been your greatest achievement in life so far?

6. What would you most like to achieve over the next 12 months?

7. Who is your favorite female writer? Why?

8. Do you consider yourself to be an optimist or a pessimist?

9. What is your favorite quote?

10. Who has been the most inspirational person in your life? (real or fictional, alive or dead.)


My Q&A:

In one word, how would you like your readers to describe your blog?

Me: Empathic.

Which is your most favorite among your blog posts? Why?

Me: Harbinger. It’s about a young woman’s grief over the death of her grandmother, and can be viewed in several ways. I think that it encourages discussion on the grieving process. And I like Daisy, the main character!

What/Who inspires most of your blog posts?

Me: The people I come into contact with, and their responses to situations they’re involved in.

What do you aspire to accomplish this year?

Me: Send out more love.

What do you aspire to learn this year?

Me: To be more tolerant.

What is your most favorite book? Why?

Me: The Handmaidens Tale, by Margaret Attwood, and anything else written by her, because her plots are immaculate, her writing style is beautiful and her talent for metaphor is unbeatable. To Kill a Mocking Bird has to get a mention here too, because I think that everybody should read it.

What is your most favorite quote?

Me: I have two, “You must be the change you want to see in the world”(Gandhi)
and “To err is human; to forgive divine.”

What is the most courageous thing you’ve ever done?

Me: Leaving somebody I love to fend for herself, because I thought it may save her.

If you can be a superhero, what is your superpower?

Me: To turn hate into love, and greed into compassion.

Who is your greatest female role model?

Me: My mother. Always. I aspire to be like my mother.