On the Road in Oslo by Maggie Scratch

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It was after showing dozens and dozens of baby pictures to Gabriela as we ooooed and ahhhhhed our way through my new granddaughter’s amazing features, that she spotted this pic and insisted I post it. So, okay. I love good graffiti, I love Bansky, I’m obsessed with documenting the moment. Sadie and I were walking to Wayne’s Coffee and when I saw that wall I asked her to stop a minute under the hot sunny Norwegian sky. Capture the moment, I thought. I really am here! I’m in Oslo! I’m walking down the road with my daughter and my granddaughter as if it were the most natural thing to do. Everything comes back to me! The heat, my daughter’s shining face, beautiful little Milla tucked into the Angel Pack, the warm love, the motherhood, the daughterhood, grandmotherhood, babyhood, childhood, writerhood, backpackinghood…it’s all there, in this picture. Oslo. I flew there, I lived there, I loved there, I worked there, I slept there, I ate there, I walked there,  I walked in the Norwegian woods with my family, there I was, I was there!

Abracadabra by Maggie Scratch

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Yesterday I started the 4th experiment in the E-Squared book and the title speaks for itself: “ABRACADABRA.” Not exactly pulling a rabbit out of a hat, but more or less in that vein. I love the idea that what you focus on, expands. I believe this. I believe I can make something happen if I think about it hard enough. But one thing is believing, another is actually DOING IT. I’m doing The Abracadabra Principle for 48 hours, manifesting with my entire being, focusing all my energy on what I want to draw into my life. The key is NO DOUBT! No negatives. No sob stories. No whining. No slacking off. Some people want to pull new cars or pianos out of the Field of Potential. What I started out thinking into existence, was a screenwriter’s award, that my screenplay The Blue Shepherd would make it into the quarter-finals. Then, this morning, I pulled the rabbit out of the hat. I saw my character, John, the shepherd, come to life, flesh and blood a real person,  looking up at the sky, herding the sheep and closing the rusted blue gate. Abracadabra! I brought him to life! Isn’t that what screenplays are made for?