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You know you're experiencing country living
when stray goats nonchalantly stroll
across your front yard.
🐐 🌱

( I wrote a #WrittenReels story about that house in the background. Have you read it yet?)
October 31, 2026 at 9:01 PM
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It's not every day we're gonna have sunsets in brilliant hues of pink and lavender.
There’re gonna be days when the colours appear muted, reflecting the quiet stillness of another day won.

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A subdued Caribbean sunset with layers of grey and white clouds stretching across a soft blue sky. Dark storm clouds hover overhead, while faint golden light illuminates clouds near the horizon above silhouetted palm trees and a glimpse of the sea.
October 31, 2026 at 9:21 PM
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When you give yourself a task that nobody assigned to you...... 😆

I hope you enjoy this story, and
happy #Chooseday everyone!🧡

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A bright poster uses a real early-morning view through a window, with soft peach, gold and lavender light spreading across clouds above the water and nearby rooftops. The window frame is visible along the right side and top, reinforcing the feeling of looking outside from indoors. The title reads, “The sun is going to have to rise on its own this morning.” The story jokes about the writer having appointed herself to supervise the sunrise each day, making sure the sun stays on course and delivers the right colours. But on this cool, rainy morning, she stays tucked in bed and decides the sun should know how to manage by itself by now.
November 3, 2026 at 10:20 AM
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Thank you for taking the time to read about my Joy Experiment.

If you enjoyed it 😆, please consider spreading the joy around.

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A plain notebook-style graphic titled “The Joy Experiment” on lightly gridded cream paper. The story is typed across the page like notes from an experiment. Small handwritten marks appear in the margins, including “x?”, “y?”, “variable?”, “observation: more joy,” a crossed-out formula, and a circled note reading “result: joy.” The story reflects on trying to treat life like an experiment by changing variables and measuring outcomes, then admits that real life is messier because the variables are often unknown or changing at the same time. The writer says her latest experiment is finding joy, and although she cannot tell which variables are responsible, she is having the time of her life. It ends: “And as the young ones like to say, ngl!”
November 1, 2026 at 12:35 PM
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The fragrance of frangipani
Accompanies me
As I walk

🌱💚

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A delicate white frangipani flower with five softly overlapping petals and a golden-yellow centre, blooming among large, deep green leaves with prominent veins.
October 29, 2026 at 9:18 PM
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Two for Tuesday.

Thanks for reading.

I appreciate it a lot. ❤️

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A literary poster titled “When Hungry Barks.” The background shows a bright Caribbean countryside with a wide grassy area, roadside verges, workers cutting and clearing grass, a weedwacker and wheelbarrow, green hills in the distance, and large white clouds against a blue sky. The story text appears on a plain cream panel over the right side of the image. The story reflects on the writer’s fascination with language, dialect and the musicality of speech. After moving deeper into the countryside, she notices how expressions change from one community to another. One morning, while a roadside crew is working nearby, she hears a man call out, “Hungry a bark.” His supervisor asks, “What?” and he repeats, “Ah say hungry a bark.” The phrase delights her because she has not heard it in years. When she looks outside, the man who declared that hunger was barking is lighting a small spliff. The piece ends with the joke: apparently, what he was hungering for was not bread, cheese and bush tea.
November 3, 2026 at 4:38 PM
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Apologizing in advance. 😃

I got a new laptop.

It's lightning speed, compared to my old one.

So be prepared for more tiny stories; as fast as my fingers can get them from my head to the page.

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A new silver Acer Aspire 14 AI laptop sits open on a grey sofa, its screen dark and keyboard visible. A bright pink cushion, patterned curtains and a red-and-black fabric add colour to the cosy living room.
October 31, 2026 at 12:51 PM
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For those who have recently joined our journey,

This is how I create my #WrittenReels:

I live it or observe it first.
I take pics, lots!
I write or narrate a story.

Then I use the machine to tidy it up a bit and help me put the words and photos together.

my story. my photos. my voice. 😄📖
A sweeping Caribbean seascape viewed from a wooden deck, with deep blue water stretching towards the mountainous silhouette of Nevis on the horizon. A small cloud rests over Nevis Peak beneath a brilliant blue sky, while a cream-coloured umbrella frames the left side of the scene.
October 31, 2026 at 12:37 PM
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The Quiet Fullness

Pause for a few, and enjoy the moment with me.

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A warm, minimalist story graphic shows a vintage black typewriter with a cream sheet of paper rolled into it. On the page, in bold typewriter-style lettering, is the title “The Quiet Fullness.” Below it is a reflective short story about the writer sitting on a verandah in the countryside and seeing a young father walking with his baby daughter in the early morning. The piece describes the quiet fullness of the hills, the child’s joyful face, a brief exchange about good manners and fatherhood, and ends with the line, “And for once, I forgot to take a photo.” The background is soft and plain, with gentle golden light and no decorative borders.
October 31, 2026 at 1:29 PM
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My friend Jack sees consciousness as being aware of what we feel and experience.

I saw the sunrise. I enjoyed it. I remembered how it made me feel. Then I share it with you, and hopefully you feel something too.

Check out my tiny story. It's hot off the Saturday press. 😆

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October 31, 2026 at 11:21 AM
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Happy light-Saturday-morning reading, friends. 😁

Thanks for pausing to read my friend's take on consciousness.

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A Scrapbook-style literary poster titled “What Is Consciousness?” against a bright seaside scene with sunlight streaming through clouds over the wate The story follows a metaphysical conversation between the writer and her friend Jack about life, death, and consciousness. Jack describes consciousness as both stimulus and sensation, something that generates experience and also experiences what is generated. When he asks for her view, she answers, “Me, I think it is the soul experiencing itself.” The story ends with Jack replying, “Hmm.”
October 31, 2026 at 11:10 AM
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Let's do it
Paso a Paso

Thank you for sharing your Saturday morning reading time with me.

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Scrapbook-style poster titled “Paso a Paso” in large script at the top. The page has a warm beige paper background with torn-paper edges, taped corners, small floral and leaf decorations, and a heart doodle. On the left is a large photo of a partly built concrete house with morning light on the grass, a worker outside, green hills behind it, and low clouds hanging over the mountains. On the right is a block of story text printed on a torn sheet of paper. The story reflects on a Dominican tailor’s phrase, “paso a paso,” and uses it as a lesson about building a home little by little with the resources available, instead of rushing or comparing progress to other people. It says there is beauty in the becoming, with views of the hills and sunrise still there to enjoy even while the space feels cramped. At the bottom are five book covers by Lis Trudie Palmer: Chronicles of an Awakening Soul, Let the Sun Shine on My Face, Dancing Between Tall Grass, She Sits and Shells Peas, and Woke to Joy.
October 31, 2026 at 12:27 PM
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When being at their beck and call was not good for our mental health.

Thanks for pausing to read.

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Warm reflective poster titled “Not a Single One” over a soft pink-and-gold dawn sky. A mist-covered mountain rises at the lower left, while a small inset photo at the lower right shows the early morning sun glowing behind rooftops and palm trees. Five colourful book covers by Ilis Trudie Palmer line the bottom. The story opens with the writer waking, checking her phone, and finding no messages demanding urgent attention. “Not a single one.” She reflects that the fires she was once called on to extinguish and the problems she was often invited to solve seem to have vanished like early morning mountain mist. Perhaps, she wonders, they disappeared when she packed her bags and moved away. She considers how easily we can believe we are essential to other people’s continued existence, and how much peace and well-being we may sacrifice because of that belief. Yet when we are no longer nearby, no longer just a call over the fence or a quick drop by, the people we thought depended on us suddenly become “Mr. and Miss Independent.” The piece carries a note of relief. The writer sighs in pleasure, smiles, and rolls out of bed to greet the early morning sunrise.
October 30, 2026 at 10:55 AM
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The Excitement is in the Buildup.

Thanks for pausing to read my latest story.❣️

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Scrapbook-style story poster titled “The Excitement Is the sBuild Up.” The design has a warm paper background with torn-photo edges and a literary collage feel. One photo shows dark grey storm clouds hanging low over green hills and a valley. Another shows a brand-new silver laptop open on a tiny verandah, displaying the story being typed. In the center, the text reads like a quiet storm meditation: the buildup always comes first, with an itching nose, sneezing, singing ears, birds going quiet, dogs stopping barking, and the body sensing a storm before it arrives. The writer sits with feet on a low table while the new laptop receives its first tiny story. The keyboard lights up, the screen looks sharp, and the words seem to glow. Nearby hills under grey clouds look like smoking cauldrons. Then comes “One drop. Plop.” One raindrop lands on her leg, the next on the keyboard, signaling it is time to go inside, or at least put the machine away, and watch the rain scurry across the valley chasing the low clouds. Along the bottom are five book covers by Lis Trudie Palmer: Chronicles of an Awakening Soul, Let the Sun Shine on My Face, Dancing Between Tall Grass, She Sits and Shells Peas, and Woke to Joy.
October 30, 2026 at 11:39 PM
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Those mornings when you're outside at first blush.

I shared the awesomeness of a morning sunrise in my latest #WrittenReels story.

I'd be happy if you check it out.
A peaceful sunrise over a quiet country lane, with dark silhouettes of grasses, shrubs and utility poles beneath a vast pastel sky. Soft lavender and pale blue fade into warm peach and golden orange along the horizon, where scattered clouds catch the first light of morning.
October 29, 2026 at 11:08 AM
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Sometimes it's amazing what we see,
when we pause to look up.

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A breathtaking evening sky filled with sweeping, featherlike clouds glowing in shades of pink, coral, and peach against a soft blue-grey background. Below, slender trees and lush green vegetation line a quiet roadside, while the dramatic clouds stretch across the sky like delicate brushstrokes.
October 28, 2026 at 11:26 PM
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How do you meeting the rising sun?
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Scrapbook-style poster titled “Meeting the Rising Sun” in large script on a torn-paper label over a golden sunrise sky. The background shows the sun rising over a low horizon with scattered clouds and silhouettes of grass, shrubs, utility poles, and rooftops. Center-left is a large parchment panel with a reflective prose piece about waking early, standing barefoot in a grassy field wet with dew, feeling the earth’s healing energy, waiting for the sunrise, being noticed by a passing couple, receiving a knowing “Good morning,” and returning inside feeling filled and healed by sun energy. On the right are two taped photo-style images: one of the glowing sunrise and one close-up of bare feet with pink-painted toenails standing in dry grass. The page is decorated with soft botanical elements, cream and yellow flowers, green leaves, and small floral clusters in the corners. Along the bottom, five book covers are displayed on a wooden shelf: Chronicles of an Awakening Soul, Let the Sun Shine on My Face, Dancing Between Tall Grass, She Sits and Shells Peas, and Woke to Joy.
October 29, 2026 at 11:05 AM
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a secluded bay
new walking route
nature's little gift

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A secluded little bay viewed from above, nestled between two densely vegetated slopes. Gentle waves lap against a narrow strip of beach, while the calm sea reflects soft pink evening light beneath a pale, cloud-streaked sky.
October 27, 2026 at 10:33 PM
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I'm back to writing and enjoying every minute of it.
And now that it's easier to share my stories here, it's makes double the pleasure.

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Scrapbook-style #WrittenReels poster in warm beige and brown tones titled “30 Days of #WrittenReels.” The layout looks like torn paper layered over a tabletop scene with a silver laptop, black reading glasses, a green mug, and a pump bottle. A large central page contains a reflection that says thirty days ago the writer started #WrittenReels as a way to combine her storytelling and poetry, like in her books, with her own photos in a natural, social-media-friendly form, using the machine to help arrange everything attractively. She says that since then she has shared 21 stories and poems. Some are funny, reflective, mystical, and deeply personal; others are little moments she felt moved to share because there was a message hidden between the words and their spaces. She emphasizes: the words are mine, the photos are mine, the experiences are mine; the machine helps me package them; and she is having a lot of fun doing it, followed by a book emoji and blue heart. Along the right side are taped photo scraps: a black-and-white candlelit scene, a moka pot with a white cup and spoon, a pot of herbal tea simmering with leaves and spices, and a pink-and-lavender sunrise sky. At the bottom, in bold text on pink paper, it asks: “How many have you read?”
October 25, 2026 at 12:08 PM
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When you're asked to rise and shine, and you're happy to do so, because, well....this.

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A beautiful morning sky with towering grey and white clouds edged in glowing gold by the rising sun, above silhouettes of tall grasses, bare branches, a utility pole and a building.
October 24, 2026 at 10:53 AM
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Welcome to my Saturday.

My words
My photos

The machine puts it together.

Thanks for reading (and sharing). 😃

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Square social-media poster styled like a warm kitchen-journal scrapbook. A pink, yellow and lavender sunrise stretches across the top, while the story is printed on torn cream paper. Two taped photos on the right show a pot of herbs and spices simmering on the stove and a curled orange peel beside half a nutmeg. Cinnamon sticks, cloves, basil leaves and small white flowers decorate the lower edge. The story describes the writer’s first Saturday in her new place. Roosters are winding up their final crows as the morning sky brightens, happy clouds move across the horizon, and cloud-capped hills welcome an early shower that passes over the plain and settles in the steep valleys. Inside, she prepares ginger and basil tea. On the stove, a small pot holds cloves, fresh orange peel, cinnamon and half a nutmeg, her homemade air-freshener concoction. As the mixture simmers, its scent reaches every corner of the little house. The nutmeg came from a small spice collection a friend brought back from a recent visit to the Isle of Spice. The writer says she can already see those spices inspiring many future cooking and baking stories to share.
October 24, 2026 at 11:41 AM
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Hear the Drums Talk

Thank you for pausing your scrolling to read my story. ❤️

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Social-media poster titled Hear the Drums Talk. The design combines a warm aged-parchment page with a vivid mountain landscape under a purple-pink sky. Low clouds sit across the green ridge, reinforcing the feeling of a natural amphitheater. On the right, two traditional hand drums rest on bright fabric beside tropical plants and peacock feathers. Five colourful book covers by Ilis Trudie Palmer line the bottom. The story begins with the writer hearing the distant beat of drums. The sound seems to echo between the valley and the hills, creating what feels like a natural amphitheater. As the rhythm increases and the drummer’s spirit moves through his hands and onto the drums, the writer feels herself catching the wave and swaying in sync with the rhythm. The moment reminds her of a series of stories and poems she wrote some time ago called Hear the Drums Talk. They are still sitting in a folder, waiting patiently to be published. Now, sitting in her new place and surrounded by nature, by herself, and by what connects us to the greater part of who we are, she hears the distant drums again. She hears them talk. She hears them say: “Yes, you have reached home.”
October 22, 2026 at 10:41 PM
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It's so quiet in these hills,
That not only can I hear the proverbial pin drop,
But I can feel its vibration under my feet,
As it slips through a tiny crack of warm earth,
Burrowing into soil so rich
That it may soon begin to grow
Producing pins of light.

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A peaceful dawn sky fading from deep blue through lavender to soft golden light near the horizon, with silhouetted rooftops, tall grasses and palm fronds in the foreground
October 22, 2026 at 8:32 AM
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The scent of drying herbs
Dances with ginger wafting from the stove,
A cup or two,
Before the day rushes to begin
Where lover boy coffee
Waits quietly in the wings.

Have a wonderful Wednesday, friends 🧡🌱❤️
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October 21, 2026 at 10:32 AM
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I was drawn awake
Not by the familiar scent of jasmines
But the unfamiliar,
Of what was later deemed to be
Fresh country air
Mixed with mountain dew
And newly minted oxygen.
My body exhaled,
A spirit rested in delight,
I sat silently in prayer.

Happy #Chooseday, friends 🧡
🌱

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A lush green Caribbean mountain rises beneath a brilliant blue morning sky, its summit wrapped in a thick blanket of soft white clouds. Golden sunlight illuminates the tall grasses below, while a roadside utility pole and power lines cross the peaceful landscape.
October 20, 2026 at 11:09 AM