tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post3950465303236543388..comments2024-03-29T03:04:45.609-07:00Comments on The Gleewoman's Notes: Wild Tales go to a Flea MarketSylvia Linsteadthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-78791725421080695992013-12-16T18:14:27.896-08:002013-12-16T18:14:27.896-08:00what a joy it would be to stumble upon your table ...what a joy it would be to stumble upon your table at a flea market....oh i only dream!!! words are absolutely something i would of purchased. keep the pen to the paper :)lilliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17646126381470152901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-18810259259239973072013-11-21T07:25:00.009-08:002013-11-21T07:25:00.009-08:00How could those flea market shoppers resist? Surel...How could those flea market shoppers resist? Surely they could not walk by your booth without hearing the beckoning of your magical stories. The call of the wild whispering to them from inside those exquisite brown stamped envelopes, the springs of woodland dusting the table and the heart, and you, a wild woman, artist, story creatrix in a red coat...honestly, you must have sold every single one! Blessings upon you my dear dear friend. This work that you do is vitally important and beautiful beyond measure! Xo Nao~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-3860570101825595682013-11-18T05:44:04.227-08:002013-11-18T05:44:04.227-08:00This blog post was a beautiful story in itself... ...This blog post was a beautiful story in itself... I wish I had been there, or had the funds to subscribe to The Gray Fox Epistles. And WHERE did you get those playing cards, or are they another breath-taking creation of yours? I've been wandering in Epping Forest (in Essex, England) a lot of late, seeking out mushrooms to render in silk shading (painting with needlework). I hate to be one of those people who plugs their blog in comments, but I genuinely think you might like to see the magical fungi I've found recently: http://poesiegrenadine.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/seasons-of-mist-and-mellow-fruitfulness.htmlKate Elisabeth Rolisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04174705615204889751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-84840200183230121102013-11-16T09:37:35.442-08:002013-11-16T09:37:35.442-08:00A beautiful display, Sylvia. Has anyone ever told ...A beautiful display, Sylvia. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Charlize Theron? This photo is making me see this. You seem so graceful! I will be ordering another Epistle soon... your writing is *so* treasured here. Have your Isis story on my altar right now, am planning on rereading it at some extreme magical time, at the solstice, perhaps. Sending blessings from the East!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08397400242153470523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-72758930070136340652013-11-15T21:01:39.539-08:002013-11-15T21:01:39.539-08:00Those plump-looking envelopes are definitely tempt...Those plump-looking envelopes are definitely tempting, full of hidden delights, like biting into a cupcake and finding a dollop of chocolate ganache filling. Hopefully the publicity helped new readers to find your wonderful writing! Wyld Oakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724169384339460086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-50206890355147018442013-11-15T08:28:00.420-08:002013-11-15T08:28:00.420-08:00What a fantastic idea, they look so intriguing ins...What a fantastic idea, they look so intriguing inside their envelopes! <br />Jess x xJesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17593348601123003194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-60413922002847881812013-11-14T19:10:19.738-08:002013-11-14T19:10:19.738-08:00Wow, that's really cool—I would have braved ev...Wow, that's really cool—I would have braved every flea at that market just to see that table of tales. What a neat idea, selling stories at a flea market. Your description at the end of having a cape full of pockets & the gray fox to follow you around reminded me of a man in Wales name Dic Aberdaron. He had a coat full of pockets which were full of books & that padded out his whole coat—he had long wild hair & a cat sat on his shoulder & peeped out from under his locks. He would enter a village, sound a French horn, then proceed to recite poetry & stories. <br />Where did you get mushroom playing cards—I'd be right chuffed with a deck o' them. Reifynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14346573496969586088noreply@blogger.com