Once upon a time there was a travelling player (stage name - Eleanor) who travelled far and wide with her small bag of tricks. She would stop at each village, unpack her wares, and smile shyly at the passersby. Some would walk past, some would stop to chat, and others would return again and again, just because. One day she reached the Magical Forest, and she stood at its edge peering into the darkness, wondering if she should continue or turn around and return to her home.
As Eleanor peered into the vast chasm of the forest, her eyes caught the tiniest of glimmers. With a sigh and shrug she stood a bit taller, pushed her shoulders back, raised her chin, and began to walk into the darkness. Following the glimmer of light as it twinkled before her she found herself following a path of sorts, turning and bending through the dense underbrush of a foreign land. It was a land so foreign that even the sound of the wind in the leaves was indecipherable; even the dripping of a raindrop, the crackling of a branch, the scuttling of a creature, were all the unfamiliar language of an alien land.
As the glimmer of light seemed to grow larger and larger Eleanor soon found herself standing face to face with its source. She was standing in a large clearing, surrounded by a perfect circle of silvery eucalypts, and in the centre of the clearing stood a large wooden house with gingerbread woodwork and a bright blue door and 6 large windows, each of which glistened and glimmered with light. Through these windows she saw the dark silhouettes of women as they darted back and forth, back and forth, and she heard their light laughter and soft voices.
Just as Eleanor was standing in front of the house, wondering whether she should knock or simply turn around and continue on her way, that bright blue door opened with a raucous shriek and out skipped a tiny woman who looked straight at her and said, "Well, there you are, finally! We thought you'd never get here!" And with that the tiny woman clutched one of Eleanor's hands between her own and pulled her into the house, closing the door gleefully behind her. Inside the house, past the long candle-lit corridor and through the two swinging doors, Eleanor found herself in a huge, canary-yellow kitchen. There was a large red kettle whistling away on the stove, a cinnamon cake rising in the oven, and a warm crackling fire. Gathered around the large round kitchen table, in a variety of different poses, were a great many women.
But that's another story.
Dear Reader,
I published my very first post on my brand new blog on April 6th 2008. It now seems almost impossible to remember what life was like without my little blog, and without all of you in my commentbox.
To celebrate my first year anniversary I have decided to offer you the opportunity to go into the draw for a number of gifts. The gifts are as follows:
A handmade, calligraphic rendition of my poem "The Kite" (with thanks to my mother, the calligrapher).
The CD "Slow Food," by the Russian/Australian composer Elena Kats-Chernin, in collaboration with her good friend Kylie Kwong.
A custom-written limerick, just for you.
A custom-made sandcastle, just for you.
So...If you would like to go in for the draw, please say so in my commentbox...you have a week before I pick the winners.
27 comments:
Why not? I love a good give away!
Happy blogiversary!
OMG Eleanor, you are divine. Can you believe that I started my blog over 4 yrs ago and I have never once done a giveaway or even marked the date? Surely, being the slackest of bloggers counts for something. Will this be your last sandcastle of the season?
It is time for me to return your kindnesses. If you would send me your snail mail address, someday (I make no promises as to timeliness) a surprise will arrive for you.
Oh how delicious. Yes please, enter my name. If you are accepting bribery then please may I proffer a small black puppy?
No bribery? How about you just take her as a gift from the commentbox? (word verification is 'inaled'. Perhaps you could just breath the puppy in??)
oh well done. Is that cake ready yet?
I can't imagine you not blogging, no.
Puts up hand for inclusion in the game.
:-)
All I need is for you to keep writing.
I second Mary's sentiments. But I also wish to be in the draw because...well, I can. :)
Happy Anniversary! I do so love your stories. And I'd love a limerick too.
P.S. Would that tiny woman be a blackbird of some sort?
Wow. A whole year. It is hard to remember a time when you were not on the blogroll...
Yes I would like to be included.
May I just say that how very glad I am to have "met" you.
Happy Blogaversary! I don't comment often, but I am a steady visitor!
Happy bloggiversary to you, dear Eleanor! I won a VERY exciting contest today (for a book! for the boy!) so I am feeling lucky and would like to throw my name into the hat. Or my hat into the ring. Or whatever sort of millinery action is required here.
Pick me, pick me, pick me !!!! Can you see me dear Eleanor jumping up and down trying desperatly to get your attention? Oh do pick me, I would die for a custom made limerick and even more - a sandcasle! I LOVE sandcastles! So with the risk of sounding like I am trying to convince you... I say good bye with a final please, please, please, please pick me!
Happy anniversary! Life is alot cheerier and interesting with you & your blog around!
Jeanette
Blogland would be a very boring place without you - I am so glad that you are here.
Oooh, me! me! I'd love a limerick. I feel a wave of guilt even entering the contest since you've already made me a sandcastle...okay, I'm over it now.
Happy Blogiversary, dear!
You've made the blogosphere a lovely place.
Count me in! Happy Anniversary, dear girl. How telling that you celebrate your one year anniversary by giving things away--while I celebrate mine by posting hundreds of photos of myself and being obnoxious. Wow! Great minds think alike!!!
Happy Blogoversary, Eleanor! I love your blog. It's like a delightful relaxing massage after a long and loud day. Totally delightful.
so glad I wended my way here...I enjoy reading you and your gentle artistry so very much.
xxbb
On April 6th, I will raise my coffee cup in a toast to you, Eleanor.
What a year you've had. It's been fun to tag along for the ride.
Happy one year to you!
B.
As you insist I enter the drawing, I will ;o)
Now I will read some posts.
And happy blogday.
what blissful blogoversary presents. i am delighted to have found you via pea soup and am about to explore your archives :)
I am a new reader--so I feel a little unworthy to enter the drawing. But...what the heck! I love a good giveaway--especially one involving words and music.
And I really enjoy your blog--congrats on One Year!
Happy blogiversary! I'm so glad I met you and that I found your blog. It's my little ray of sunshine in my busy, insane life!
I too am a new reader, but would love to enter your draw!
As the recipient of one of your beautiful limericks already I wasn't going to enter the draw.
But you keep on about it, so here I am.
Happy blogiversary dear one. I'm so glad you joined us.
x
Found your blog for the first time. Love the poems. Happy anniversary!
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