Laugh – by Cheryl Butterworth


To laugh, is to release all the stress you have been carrying.  You could have been carrying it for along time. Yet in just a few moments the stress can disappear, with a laugh coming from the belly which originates in the heart.

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Mask – by Cheryl Butterworth


A mask is something you hide behind.  Something that distracts you from reality.
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When I think of a mask, the Masked Balls of Vienna, appears as a most beautiful vision of twirling partners dancing the Strauss waltzes.  The masks are such elaborate pieces of artwork.  They were worn by the upper classes and nobility along with lavish costumes.   Eventually, the common people of the era were invited but the dress code still stood, a mask, tail coats and extravagant gowns.

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Snowflake! – by Cheryl Butterworth


I’m so excited to be writing to you… and about Snowflake!

There are many snowflakes in my life at the moment!  Like billions of them!  It is -23 degrees below 0 Celsius and we have at least a foot of light fluffy snow.   Now that is cold, but not unbearable.  Where I live, the climate is dry, so the cold does not go to the center of your bones and stay there, no matter how you try to evict the unwelcome lodger!!  Now saying all that, we have sunshine that is so brilliant it makes each snowflake glitter, so much so, you are completely dazzled!  What are needed on the sunny days with all the snow are Inuit snow goggles, the oldest sunglasses in the world, without the glass.

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Cheryl’s Imaginations Column – by Cheryl Butterworth


My name is Cheryl Butterworth.  I’m a Canadian, but I am also British.  I go back and forth between the two countries, as I have family that I visit, and there are always new stories that just happen to find me, as I stroll on one of the little country lanes, taking in the fresh air. I love breathing fresh air, I love living in my dream world.  So, what better place to spend time than walking down the little country lanes?

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The Real Gnomes – by Cheryl Butterworth


It was the middle of summer, far in the north, at a place called Yellowknife.  I had gone to the Beacon on Frame Lake near the Houses of Parliament.  The Beacons were made to anchor the ferry cable at the ferry crossing over the Mackenzie River.  In the winter fires were built in the middle of these beacons for the snow travelers so they would know where to cross the ice-covered river.  This Beacon was a replica or a copy of the original ones.

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