MONDAY EVENING. | The SilverBird Part 2 | IZZY FOREAL

 

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Van Badham I wrote the following for his life companion, Lynne: Lynne, amidst heartbreak, be consoled that the man who was your beloved companion was no ordinary man. He was a leader, a fighter, a guru, a comrade, a friend. He was a man of independent thought and resolute moral principle. He was an artist, a maker and creator and a bard in the truest sense. Meeting Izzy as an 18 year old was the encounter that inspired the directions I took in my own life – artistic and political. He proved to me in his example that those who are as selfless as they are motivated have the power to open minds and effect change. He had the rare quality of the true champion

Source: MONDAY EVENING. | The SilverBird Part 2 | IZZY FOREAL

DRUMMING MONKEYS

6 years ago , we were waiting on the night of the 7th January for my daughter to have her first child. We were so excited and Izzy and I had a motel room in Coffs near the Hospital.

Well, that little girl will be 6 years old tomorrow and she is dearly loved. Iz adored her and she has played a major part in bringing me back from the edge through this last year or so. She is clever and fiery and beautiful.

Today we celebrated and were happy and Glory Be I remain so well that I have been able to attend her functions and walk and carry things and drive. I could not do that last year . It was too soon after the Coma and I was so ill.

This Lass threw away my walking sticks and told me I COULD SO WALK.

Thank you Saffron Lola.

Here is a story she wrote just a couple of weeks ago.

THE CHRISTMAS EAGLE.

THE CHRISTMAS EAGLE.

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The eagle was a helpful bloke. He wore a red jacket and green jeans. He had brown tailfeathers.

 

The eagle’s home was an exotic tree. Once a storm blew his home down.

 

He just missed the lightning. It was lucky.

 

He found a migrating group. He tried to get a new home.

 

He found another tree that was home. It was bendy.

 

HOME SWEET HOME.

 

Then Christmas came. He had a barbecue.

 

This story is rated PG and M.

 

AUTHOR Saffron Gennat

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