Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

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I love it too 😉 ❤

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I have a new addiction and how!
It’s Australian.
It’s sassy.
Capricious.
Stylish.
Witty.
Sexy.
Murderous.
The Australia Broadcasting Corporation (ABC) has a hit in the fearless and funny Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.  This Whodunit from Down Under is a beaut.

I love a good murder mystery and if you think the private detective genre had seen it all, it’s never seen anything like Miss Phryne Fisher (Essie Davis). Independent, open-minded, of a certain age, caring, compassionate, rollin’ in the dough, swanky, and a private detective to boot!

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I have to praise the costume designer, Marion Boyce. This won’t happen often, you may notice a lack of fashion in my writings, but I practically drool over the Roaring Twenties costumes in this series; they’re exquisite, almost like a character unto themselves. If I ever became rich, I would probably dress as if I was in the 1920s

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A Ghost in the Kitchen — Launch Party Trolley through Haunted Savannah!

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Superb! Just with a great honour to share this wonderful magical tour 🙏💖💖🙏😍😎💖🙏🙏

Teagan Riordain Geneviene's avatarTeagan's Books

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Welcome to the launch party for A Ghost in the Kitchen!  It’s a wild ride on a magical trolley through haunted Savannah, Georgia.

All the Pip stories by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All the Pip books by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene. Purchase links: The Three Things Serial Story, Murder at the Bijou, and A Ghost in the Kitchen

Hi everyone. I’m sorry to interrupt The Delta Pearl.  My steampunk riverboat serial will be back next weekend.

Today I’m doing a very special post. I’ve finally “bookized” the third novel in my Roaring Twenties series about Pip.  I’ve brought a bunch of friends for this shindig on a magical 1920s trolley.  First let me tell you a little about this novel. 

When my character, Paisley Idelle Peabody (better known as Pip) came along, I started writing a type of fiction that I never expected.  Pip is a flapper. Her stories took me…

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Let Your Light Shine ☀️

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I Do Wish
People Had the Sense to Get Along, Despite Differences. 🙏🙏❤❤⚘📚

Head Over Heels

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Fabulous: a satirical thought 🙏❤🙏❤🙏❤

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https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/09/18/head-over-heels/I wanted to be  with you alone
(on the internet?).
And talk about the weather
(What is the deal with the weather?
Pick a season, stay with it til the next one).https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/09/18/head-over-heels/
But traditions can’t be traced
(or can they, again, the internet).
We get tricked when
we only stick with our base.https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/09/18/head-over-heels/Nothing keeps our attention…
We’re lost in admiration,
could we need it this much?Oh, is it wasting time?
Just, just, just wasting time.
Something happens and
we’re head over heels.
We never find out till
we’re head over heels…

  • We humans fall head over heels quickly, with: people, pets, passions, movies, books, songs (I’m still on a Tears For Fears kick although The Cars too, goodbye Ric Ocasek, you were just what we needed), politicians, celebrities, television shows, smartphones and other electronic gadgets and gizmos, cars, causes, friends, fads, flights of fancy…

And when we…

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When The Cosmos Awakens

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Serenade me by Bees, read it twice, three times… and enjoy more ❤❤🙏🙏🌷⚘❤

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Fragrant blossoms perfume the trees
Air roseate with redolence
Birds warbling endless resonance.

Dew luminesces flowers and leaves
Where butterflies on morning jaunt
Fluttering prismatic feathers flaunt.

Morning serenade by bees
Nuzzling blooms for their sweet nectar
The quèen bee's honey collector.

Leaves rustled by a gentle breeze
Cloudless sky vaulting green meadows
Lambs grazing in peaceful shadows.

Dropping slowly into the eaves
Dry leaves and twigs, the sparrows find
A nest, a home they weave and bind.

Fragrant blossoms perfume the trees
Dew luminesces flowers and leaves
Morning serenade by bees
Leaves rustled by a gentle breeze
Dropping slowly into the eaves.



# The Constanza form of poetry  

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How worthy is Life?

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It is really an interesting question; I think that the answer is somehow relative! I said this because I have tasted the two different world to praise one’s life and it is different. The picture above is the girl or woman, who burned herself before the “Judge” because she disguised herself as masculine to get into the football stadium as in Iran the women are not allowed to watch the half-naked men!! It might be a laughingly easy joke for the world, but actually, I asked myself after shockingly read this news, how much worth is one’s life;

This question once become in my head when I left Iran, a so-called third world country, in Germany. There I’d see how life could be worthy.

In Iran we have taken it much easier when someone died, it sounded so naturally, but here in Germany, I mentioned that it isn’t!

Here, as C.G.Jung says; It is the point; We are all individual in a self-living insistence: Cogito, ergo sum as René Descartes had said;

This is an idea of thought, which isn’t current in the “Third words” The mass of people is the main thing and not their individuality.

Anyway, my wonder has begun with the self-burning of a Tunisian at the beginning of the “so-called Arabic Spring”! But that was; in my opinion, a radio in an almost hot situation which had brought almost nothing in the end.

at the end; long talk short sense; I think the life every individual is worthy, but unfortunately this girl’s life has been lost into an unworthiness. I hope her soul will be blessed by all goodness.

Sources;

https://www.ft.com/content/2e379f74-d499-11e9-8367-807ebd53ab77

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-49646879

Η Ασπίδα του Αχιλλέα

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Achilles’ Shield
Excerpt from James Redfield’s book “The Hector’s Tragedy”
The Shield comprises five concentric circles. The poet begins his description from its centre and proceeds to the periphery. The inner-circle represents the earth, the sea and the sky, the sun and the moon, and the constellations, which are the beings – signs and monsters (S, 485). Nature is thus presented to us, in the absence of man, as a kingdom of order and importance.
The second ring represents the human world in itself. We distinguish two cities, one in peace and the other in times of war. In the peaceful city we see marriage and a litany of social solidarity and social strife. In the war-torn city we see a council discussing war tactics and at the same time portraying an ambush.

The third ring represents the four agricultural seasons: ploughing, mowing, harvesting, and fallow season, during which the herds are driven to the fields to fertilize them for the next ploughing. In this ring, we see man along with nature, as well as the cycle of human productive activity.
The fourth ring represents a circular dance; in other words, society, which in the second ring is portrayed as a structure of cooperation and strife, appears here as a pure collectivity. And just as the fourth ring reflects the second with some difference, so does the fifth reflects the first, here we have the ocean current, which, as the whole world surrounds, so does the image of the whole world. The two inner rings represent nature and culture as a structure of full significance, the two outer rings as a pure act or simple process. Shield switches from nature to culture, and then to productivity, which is the inclusion of nature in culture, then returns, through culture, to nature. The set is, in a symmetrical construction, A-B-C-B-A, of its Homeric type.
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Απόσπασμα από το βιβλίο του James Redfield “Η Τραγωδία του Έκτορα”

 Η Ασπίδα περιλαμβάνει πέντε ομόκεντρους κύκλους. Ο ποιητής αρχίζει την περιγραφή του από το κέντρο της και προχωρεί προς την περιφέρεια. Ο εσωτερικός κύκλος αναπαριστάνει τη γη, τη θάλασσα και τον ουρανό, τον ήλιο και τη σελήνη, και τους αστερισμούς, τα οποία είναι τα τείρεα – σημεία και τέρατα (Σ, 485). Η φύση έτσι μας παρουσιάζεται, εν απουσία του ανθρώπου, ως ένα βασίλειο τάξης και σημασίας.
 Ο δεύτερος δακτύλιος παριστάνει τον ανθρώπινο κόσμο καθ’ εαυτόν. Διακρίνουμε δύο πόλεις, μια σε κατάσταση ειρήνης και μια άλλη εν καιρώ πολέμου. Στην ειρηνική πόλη βλέπουμε ένα γάμο και μια αντιδικία-τελετές κοινωνικής αλληλεγγύης και κοινωνικής διαμάχης. Στην πόλη που βρίσκεται σε πόλεμο βλέπουμε ένα συμβούλιο που συζητά θέματα πολεμικής τακτικής και ταυτόχρονα την απεικόνιση μιας ενέδρας.

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The Delta Pearl, 7 — Catch

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Let’s keep sailing in the golden age ❤ ❤

Teagan Riordain Geneviene's avatarTeagan's Books

Saturday, September 14, 2019

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Hello, my chuckaboos!  Welcome back to the #steampunk riverboat, The Delta Pearl.

This week’s random reader things

I could have used this as a “thing” last time, but it seemed more important this time.  What? Paddlewheel! Two readers left it as a “random thing.” One was Ginger, of Murphy’s Law. Thanks for your loyal support, my chuckaboo!  The other reader to leave “paddlewheel” was Kevin Cooper. Check out his blog and music. 

Wait! There are more reader things.  Both are perfect for this Steam Era story.  Sally Cronin supplied a mangle.  Fraggle (aka photographer C.J. Hyslop) gave us a skirt lifter.

Thanks to Dan Antion and for letting me use some of his photos. 

If you need to review, click the link for Chapter 6 — Listen

Last time, Émeraude slipped on the deck.  Aside from…

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Who said that Time is Gold

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I have a strange feeling today! Some of such a day in which I confusingly stare at the monitor but I see not the events that are happening now but there is my past life which is running before my eyes.

And then I saw this short poem by Forough Farrokhzad, one of the greatest Persian poetess and it hit my eyes and heart.

Wishing you all a leisurely weekend ❤ ❤

Who said that time is gold
I tasted it by and by
Time is like alcohol; burns second to the second,
when you got drunk
You open your eyes and see that your life has been gone
and there’s been remained; you and a hangover of a lost life.

چه کسی گفت زمان طلاست
من مزه مزه اش کردم
زمان عینه الکل ثانیه ثانیه می سوزاند
مست که شدی
چشمانت را باز میکنی و میبینی عمرت گذشت و تو مانده ای و خماری یک عمر از دست رفته.

Here is a link to another wonderful one ❤

https://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/2015/march/reborn-forugh-farrokhzad