From my story:
You know, despite my initial misgivings about exploring a history I didn’t feel any particular connection too AND the fact I dribbled during my spit test and my dog caught it mid air and ate and I made one of my relatives her own half sister, this family tree spit test is turning out to be a lot of fun!
Anita Marie Moscoso and Heather Blakey, each of whom have established themselves at Bancroft Manor, have been working collaboratively and spending some time Dansing with the Macabre. If you visit the site you will find that it is full of interesting stimuli and has lots of prompts that folk can work on in their journals
We have wandered roads together
played and learned and found each other
hand in hand the journey winds
through the back roads of memory
through the pathways of new learning
up the stairs where magic beckons
into caverns dark
and to the morning.
Waking we have joined the circle
glowing dawn forever holds us.
Anita Marie Moscoso and Heather Blakey, each of whom have established themselves at Bancroft Manor, have been working collaboratively and spending some time Dansing with the Macabre. If you visit the site you will find that it is full of interesting stimuli and has lots of prompts that folk can work on in their journals.
When she is not off ‘Dansing with the Macabre’ or running a creative Lived Life Narrative course in Castlemaine, Heather Blakey is working in her apartment at the Manor, wandering down memory lane, remembering the times she travelled…
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From Danse Macabre : Standing on a Literary Legend’s ShouldersThe Red Death Project-
Photo A.M. Moscoso
The Masque has been hanging in my attic all of my life- it was there when my Parents owned my house and it was there when my Great Grandparents had the house built in 1901.
Nobody knows where it came from or who hung it or why nobody ever took it down.
It seemed better, wiser, to just leave it alone to the darkness and the dust – because sometimes it sounded like someone was up there with it and during those times we made sure the attic door was locked.
“There’s nothing up there,” we would say as we turned the skeleton key and backed slowly away from that door and hurried down the hall to the safety of the well lit living room.
There is nothing in that huge dark room…
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Inspired By The Danse Macabre Writing Prompt: Visiting The Other Room
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were standing in a room full of doors.
Each door was shut, each door looked exactly like the door next to it
and all of the doors smelled like wood polish- orange scented wood polish.
” Sometimes it is so hard to choose. ” she said to me.
I waited, as I always do, patiently.
There is no rushing her on days like this.
” One is as good as the other.” I reminded her.
” It’s all so random. I mean. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could say today I am taking doors five, eleven and 64. I could even plan it days in advance. How great would that be? No surprises, no arguments. Just one-two-three and I’m done for the day. I could have all the time in…
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Inspired By The Danse Macabre Prompt: Just Seven More Minutes
Melt a Smartie
Make French Toast Sticks
Fly a Tiger Jet helicopter after it’s been charged
It takes seven minutes at the speed of light to reach the surface of the Sun
If I could spend seven minutes with someone I loved and lost
I’d probably want to do one of these things
with those seven precious minutes
Eternity is a long road with no rest stops
Death is a brutal cheat
and memories that make you smile
make you smile forever.