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After The Tremors…

Borrowing the words from Jim Reeves ‘We thank thee,’ indeed I am most thankful this morning for a newborn day.

Grateful, Every Day, A Gift, Life
I woke up to the news of tremors felt in the UAE following the powerful 7.3 magnitude earthquake which shook the Iran-Iraq border late Sunday, killing at least 145 people.

Whilst in the lift, my neighbour was happy to regale details of how he felt the ground shake last night and I felt so glad that I, yours truly snoozed through the shake and turbulence, however, that left me pondering at the transient nature of life as I took my brisk early morning walk.

Each day, we take the gift of tomorrow for granted. We make plans for tomorrow with so much assuredness, our daily lives often lived in auto-drive and rat race. That tomorrow just fades into another day with lots of unfulfilled hopes and dreams, whilst we wait for the next tomorrow.

Many have lost their lives in this natural disaster; their hopes and dreams brought to a grinding halt. That’s the way it is…a time to live and a time to die, but as we live, we must endeavour to make the best of each day and appreciate the beauty of life that surrounds us as it is.

Every day, find three things to be grateful for.

Have a great week.

Jacqueline

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November’s Featured Blogger: Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

It’s not every day that I’m honoured with a feature on blogs such as Roberts own. This is truly a pleasure. Thank you, kind Sir Robert, for finding me and my words worth giving the time of the day. 🙂
Take a peek, folks.

Art by Rob Goldstein

It’s my pleasure to introduce Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha  as my featured blogger for November.

She is the creative force behind ‘A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales,’ and ‘The Art of Beautiful Expressions,’

How did you decide on the name ‘A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales,’ for your blog?

Choosing ‘a cooking pot and twisted tales,’ is as literal and as mundane as it gets.  Following weeks of coining names for feel and size, I failed to find anything that settled with me. One Saturday afternoon as I prepared lunch with my children, we swapped stories whilst cooking – it’s the way that my mother raised us. She entertained my siblings and me with folk tales or songs, somehow that made the chores lighter, happier and faster – that was when the name came to me, and as it settled in my heart it felt just right.

You write in the about…

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Unbridled Poetry?

In Collaboration with Collin

A Dog's Life? (Stories of me and him)

I was recently contacted by a fellow blogger Jacqueline Oby-Ikoch with a suggestion that we promote each others books. She, and other Indie authors, appreciates that the most difficult part of producing a book is the marketing. Writing a book is challenging, and editing it ready for publishing is even more  challenging… but nobody will ever buy a book that they do not know exists! Marketing can be very expensive, or simply persistent work on the part of the author, so an opportunity to present to a different Blogging “audience” is welcomed. The following link goes to an introduction to my “Just Thinking” book which was recently featured on  Jacqueline’s Blog –

https://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/2017/08/04/just-thinking-by-colin-chappell-author-zone/

Now allow me to introduce Jacqueline Oby-Ikoch’s book “Unbridled” with the text provided to me by Jacqueline.

Unbridled, the second poetry collection by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha was released on 3rd August 2017.

Unbridled is written for souls hurting…

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Unbridled by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

I am speechless and have only tears in my eye’s as I read this review from Mama Cass. Yes, I am a softie now and again 🙂 Please read. Thank you

Aspen Tree Book Reviews

Unbridled

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

I began reading poetry back when I was about 8.  I had a certain type I liked – “free verse” they called it.  It didn’t rhyme, it didn’t have meters and cadences.  What I considered poetry was the flowing words that would capture, break, open, touch (any or all) of your heart.  Grasping your soul in tight clenches so that your breath can’t even escape, for someone else has felt this same way that you have and put it together in a rhythm that no dance could ever accompany it.  The first book of poetry I had, my mom gave to me on a birthday.  I still have it.  I started writing poetry at the age of 10 and at the age of 12 had worn contests and had a public showing of my written words on display at a local mall.  I’m telling of this, because…

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Weekend Tea Party Invitation

Here’s Your Invitation.

a cooking pot and twisted tales

Well there you go, with Daily Post sending out a prompt for tea, it seems they are in sync with me.

Y’all know that this girl here loves a good party even if it’s a virtual one, so consider this an invitation to the monthly blog party 🙂

These days I’ve reduced my coffee intake to just a cup of decaf in the mornings. For now, I am imbibing more of Chai Latte or Karak Chai, especially in the evenings when I kick back to read blogs and round up for the day. Drinking more coffee would only make my hyper active mind and insomnia worse because my mind has been consumed with thoughts of my book projects and how to make my second poetry book a success.

Let’s get together for tea and scones this weekend.

Party Time: Saturday 29th – Sunday 30th July

Look forward to seeing you.

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