“They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?”
~ Jeanette Winterson
Bio: Jeanette Winterson, 53, is a writer, journalist and delicatessen owner. She was born in Manchester, England, and adopted by Pentecostal parents who brought her up in the nearby mill-town of Accrington. Intending to become a Pentecostal Christian missionary, she began evangelising and writing sermons at age six. As a Northern working class girl she was not encouraged to be clever. Her adopted father was a factory worker, her mother stayed at home. There were only six books in the house, including the Bible and Cruden’s Complete Concordance to the Old and New Testaments. Strangely, one of the other books was Malory’s Morte d’Arthur, and it was this that started her life quest of reading and writing. The house had no bathroom either, which was fortunate because it meant that Jeanette could read her books by flashlight in the outside toilet. Reading was not much approved unless it was the Bible. Her parents intended her for the missionary field. Schooling was erratic but Jeanette had got herself into a girl’s grammar school and later she read English at Oxford University. While she took her A levels she lived in various places, supporting herself by evening and weekend work. In a year off to earn money, she worked as a domestic in a lunatic asylum.
Credits: Image – Thank you HungarianSoul. Quote: Thank you Whiskey River. Jeanette Winterson Bio @ this link and Wiki.
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That picture fills me with horror. I hate being sticky. She’s pretty and her pose is elegant but imagining myself in her place, the thought of having that sticky paint on me gives me the shudders.
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Horror?! The opposite intended effect. I’m going to have to work harder.
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No, I’m just weird. I can’t stand to be sticky. Getting jam on the inside of my wrist would really bother me. Imagine a whole tub of paint. Most people probably wouldn’t be bothered by that.
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Got it! 🙂
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… and I have found myself in the interesting predicament, if you will, of having volunteered to get paint tossed on me while running. The things we do for our kids … (signed up for the Color Me Rad run)
great quote!
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You are doing a Color Run!? So cool….Have you seen this post: https://davidkanigan.com/2012/04/28/saturday-morning-work-out-inspiration-the-color-run/
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The photo made me think about what colors I’d paint myself, especially if we are all as different as snowflakes.
Where do you come up with these things, David, and thank you for doing so. I’ve missed your blog while on my mental vacation.
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🙂 Thanks so much. And welcome back. Good to have you back Magnolia.
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Love the quote, David, and the photo is beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks Sylvia.
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I loved the juxtaposition of the mess dabbed all over the “fairy”. It reminded me of “A Midsummer’s Night Dream” and how even the magical fairies who rule the forest can make a mess of things, such as putting the “juice of the flower” on the wrong set of eyes and instead of binding a relationship setting forth a loss of personal identity. It would seem that more than men are capable of great mischief for those who wander among the world of mystics and magic. Great post.
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Wonderful comment Rick. The mystics and the magic seem to have it. Thank you for sharing.
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I wish I was her… Once in my life would love to do it. Above all I loved the photo (:
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You CAN be her…
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“Jeanette Winterson, 53, is a writer, journalist and delicatessen…”–talk about food for the soul!
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I caught the delicatessen part too. Rare, and cool, huh!?
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I’m with Sylvia on this one.. And something about it niggles at a hidden part in my soul.. a memory of something just fleetingly there then gone again…
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This did niggle at me too (love niggle) 🙂
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