Walk The Talk

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Mind, Body, Spirit… As humans, we need more than just food to fuel the body, we also need sustenance for the mind and our Spirit too. “Wellbeing” is a term that is increasingly coming into our awareness. Especially amongst our precious First Responders, who often have to face traumas in their daily lives most of us would never experience. Bodies are resilient, yet they can become depleted, tired and overwhelmed by circumstances. So too can our minds and then our Spirit.

Depth psychology is of huge interest to me. My daughter is an Alumni of Psychology at Regent’s University, London and my closest friend works in the field of mental and emotional health as a clinical Psychotherapist in Vancouver. As a writer, I explore depth psychology and the human condition through the lens of my characters’ experiences and inter personal relationships. In our household, we understand and integrate the concept of wholeness and wellbeing.

I was hugely excited to come across Dave Thomas on Twitter. With a career spanning over 20 years in the UK Police, he has vast experience dealing with the aftermath of both traumatic and emotional situations. The varied guests on his show share honest, raw and real accounts of their true life experiences as well as offering solid advice from professional viewpoints.

I have found all these stories absolutely riveting, as a listener becoming immersed in the diverse worlds of amazing people like  Lt Col Will Meddings, a Leader in the British Army, Bestselling Author & retired Police Commander, John Sutherland, Heart Transplant Recipient, Kate Hutchings (an absolutely awe inspiring woman.) The lovely Toni White, men’s mental health advocate, and many, many more.

And it is my great pleasure to introduce and share with my lovely readers worldwide Dave’s excellent Podcast show “WALK THE TALK”.

 

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“Dave Thomas is a wonderful host and interviewer; his questions are “just right.” Dave leads his guests organically into each next point by holding the space for them and listening so that he makes it very easy for guests to stay in the flow of the topic at hand. As a psychotherapist who works with First Responders, I also appreciate that Dave keeps his police audience in mind, asking questions from their perspective and from his depth of police experience. Dave’s approach offers a solid combination of hard-earned knowledge and fresh curiosity, graciousness and open-minded exploration of new ideas. He sets the tone perfectly for guests to feel like they are in ‘good hands.'”

~ Dr Michelle Gibson, PhD, Vancouver, Canada

 

ALEXANDER WALLIS

One of my favourite Authors is Alexander Wallis, his book ‘The Way Knight’ is simply the best Fantasy Novel I have read, he writes lyrical prose with such depth, making even the dark and dangerous beautiful. I found out he is also an accomplished poet and am so excited Alex is sharing his verse with us on Edendene Books.

 

 

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Alexander Wallis

 

 

JUST AS A CANDLE

Just as a candle doth soft bestow its light

And cast about its promise, even deeper pools of night

Thus is a whispered knowledge, sweet insight

Cast without sound to make the heart excite.

Shadows like robes may clothe our souls tonight

Sorrows and foes may every moment blight

Yet stars have a constellation, to hope ignite

They do not chose, but know them at first sight.

 

 

THE VAMPIRE QUEEN LENORA

From the ancient castle sung

The vampire queen, Lenora.

Her song evoked the tragedies

Of every soul who saw her.

Ravens were her company

And spiders were her spies,

And by her side a blind man stood

Whose blood trailed from his eyes.

‘Oh, Lenora. Marry me!’

Her knight, Cervantes, dared.

He had scaled the battlements

Black roses in his pail.

‘Be not alone, for I have roamed

The kingdom in thy name.

Of all your knights, I love you best.

Deny me not – for shame.’

Lenora’s lips revealed her teeth

Her eyes sad as the grave,

‘Cervantes, do you see the man

Upon the palisade?’

Cervantes looked but only saw

A titan hewn from rock

‘But that is just a statue

And it has a cherub’s cock.’

The queen picked out a single rose

Plucked petals to the bone

‘I must possess me such a man

Be he God, or hewn from stone.’

‘Mi’lady,’ her brave champion growled

‘No perfect thing can love

For it is pain and weakness that

Stirs feelings from above.’

Lenora kissed her knight, ‘Good sir,

I do treasure your valour

But I must find the perfect king

Such as stands upon yon tower’

And so the knight stood lowly watch

While Lenora’s voice took flight

Both with longing in their hearts

In the dark song of the night.

 

 

WINTERS ROSE

Snow falls upon a rose

Season of immortality.

Winter’s kiss on frosty beauty

Petal and thorn adorned equally.

Snow and rose – a perfect moment

Ravaged by time and mortality.

Snow dies, young rose lives on

Will you remember me?

 

 

The Way Knight is available as both paperback & Kindle editions on Amazon

 

This was my review:-

“I am the crown of eternal stars, I am the armour forged from scars…”

Just finished reading this brilliant Dark Fantasy tale and am in awe of the author’s writing skill, it is a masterclass in storytelling.

This was my first foray into the dark fantasy genre and I was not sure if it would be for me, but from the first page I was gripped, staying up into the small hours reading, total immersed in the gothic and dystopian landscape, populated by rich characterisation.

The story centres around a young woman, Daimonia, who after a traumatic event sets off on a perilous quest to reconnect with her powerful Mother who is a Captain in a far flung Garrison. She is accompanied across a bloody and brutal landscape by Goodkin, a Way Knight, charged with protecting her and the other travellers in their company. There are powerful enemies and foes along the way. And thus the adventures begin.

I don’t want to give any plot spoilers, as the story is fast paced with each scene incredibly well written, the narrative is a flowing river of eloquent words. The ending is one of the best I have read. Totally griping. Following one of the most delicately written and emotive chapters in the book, it was a shocking and crashing crescendo. A totally unexpected finale and so satisyingly good.

The Way Knight is bloody, brutal, beautiful and brilliant. I loved it and the characters Daimonia and Goodkin stepped off the page and lit up my imagination. If it were possible to give 10 stars I would. Read for yourself. It is excellent!

Coffee Shop Tales #1

Hello there,

Henry the cat here with a little coffee time tale from my home at the ‘Black Cat Café’ in Providence, Rhode Island. My person Cassie owns the place. Whilst she is busy brewing and baking, I like to curl up on a cosy couch and people watch. Entertaining business for a fabulous feline with an interest in depth psychology.

A quiet Monday, mid morning and I saw her, one that left a mark. A woman of a certain age, nicely dressed and sat there on one of the big leather armchairs. She’d nabbed a place tucked in the corner of the coffee shop. I watched her nursing her cup of strong black coffee, pain etched on her face.

She did not she me. Her eyes were fixed on something or someone in her own private mind movie. I wondered what hurt she was reliving and was it somewhere back in time or a fresh memory? No matter, really. Heartache is heartache. It all hurts the same, be it old or new.

I padded over and jumped up on the seat beside her. Maybe I could help? Sometimes humans find it good to talk, especially to a handsome and understanding chap like myself.

She became aware of my presence and blinked away threatening tears as she came back into the space we shared. But the shutters were down. I had intruded on a private thing. It was if a huge wave of emotion had washed over me and I felt the full force of her pain. She knew and with a shock I realised she resented me for it.

She got up, without giving me a second glance, and walked away trailing her sadness behind her.

~Eily Nash