Lady Skylark - Be...
|An English bird from Robin Hood's land. A published poet, crafter & photographer with an unquenchable thirst for learning. AKA: Soaring Skylark. 🐦|
Dear Lady Skylark - Becca🐦,
Thank you for the update.
I really enjoyed participating in the creative themes you prepared.
I will certainly miss all the fun.
Waiting eagerly for 2.0 version.
Wishing you all the best
Stay healthy and stay safe!
Hope to see you soon!
You are one in a million. You've earned the respect of all of us here for your dedication to Lettrs. You always go the extra mile for us and that hasn't gone unnoticed, my lovely.
You have also become someone I consider a good friend. You are considerate, thoughtful and genuine. I feel very blessed to have met you here.
I also deeply admire you. I am in awe of your creative gifts! Your abilities with the pen span from remarkable and ingenious illustrations to superb poetry. I would love to own a piece of your artwork one day. Perhaps we can do a swap? 😁 Drew has been fortunate to have your loyalty to Lettrs for so many years. You talents shaped the platform in many ways.
I'm really sad to see this platform go. It's been a place I could vent while going through so many difficult times and it gave me so much encouragement when I started writing. It has been a place I could always return to, a place where words were valued. It felt like a unique place online where the beauty of a mind was put before a face or body. It's rare nowadays to find a community focused on the soul and depth of a person. A place where people really cared.
If anyone wants to keep in touch my instagram is @envyalice.analects
I hope lettrs 2.0 will be a possibility in the near future. It was wonderful talking to and getting to know you all.
Dear Lady Skylark - Becca🐦
Thanks to you for creating that platform.
Once this goes off, it's gonna be difficult!
I have expressed so much on this platform than in front of any person!
Thank you for being a part of my journey. I am going to miss Lettrs and all the amazing people that I met on this platform. I would love to be a part of the Skyalark Challenge beyond Lettrs. I want to be connected with all of you.
Farewell to Lettrsland. 😔
L = Letting go is never
E = Easy.
T = Take it from me.
T = This place was a home,
R = Run by writers for writers.
S = Skylark must find a new nest.
~ Soaring Skylark
My love and gratitude goes out to each and everyone one of you who has helped to turn this platform into the wonderfully creative, supportive and respectful community it is. It's been so unique. I've been a member of many similar apps, but Lettrs has always stood out as different - and for all the right reasons. I'm very proud to have been a part of that. It has been wonderful to make so many great friendships through it, to learn and be enormously inspired by the writing of others...
I call myself a woman and a curious child is how I see. I feel so much older than my years while my spirit is carefree.
I call myself creative. I love to paint, write and sew - though the damage to my brain means I keep forgetting what I know.
I call myself observant, you'd be amazed by what I see - the lies you tell, the birds you miss, the scent upon the breeze.
I call myself a fire - tamed yet wild. There is so much you don't see behind my quiet smile.
I call myself a river - I'm told my voice can quell any inner storm. I wish that was true for me when it's me who feel forlorn.
I call myself a survivor. My body carries so many scars. I ...
I really loved this prompt, Sweedle! I shall try to write others for this one.
There is a bird feeding station directly outside our dining room window - which is where I happen to be writing this as I eat my breakfast.
We bought it during my chemotherapy treatment. The days felt grim and never-ending, and this gave me something to look at while spending day after day lying on the sofa recovering - which took about eighteen days after each infusion.
For a while it was very well looked after, but as my health steadily improved and later stabilised, the feeder which had provided so many hours of entertainment, fell into neglect. The final straw was when the rats began partying on it! (We live beside large open fields so it's always a bit of a risk.)
And then ...
#SkylarkChallenge5 - 2nd entry
From the age of five I travelled to Wales each summer to stay with my beloved grandparents whom I called Gran and Gramps.
They lived in a bungalow with a massive lounge window that looked out over the Black Mountains and the valley of Llandeilo and the River Towey.
I adored my time here and it influenced who I am today, more than any other single event!
𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗩𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 :
Early on, at the end of their back garden was a low wire fence. Beyond the fence were acres and acres of bleating Welsh sheep. I called them "Gran's Sheep's", and they became known as that for ever more by all in the family.
The fact that the land on either side is this fence w...
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕀 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥
1. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘺-𝘩𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!
2. 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 40 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 - 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤.
3. 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 - 𝘠𝘢𝘺!
4. 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 "𝘠𝘢𝘺!" 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
5. 𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴.
6. 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴.
7. 𝘔𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣 - 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 "𝘺𝘢𝘺!"
8. 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.
9. 𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘧 ...