A dear fellow blogging buddy tagged me recently. Linda Vernon got tagged and was so thoughtful, kind, considerate, just down-right-mean enough, to tag me too!! This is my kinda, sorta, response to her tag, since I’ve not good at following all the rules. I’m the kind of persone that when the instructions say “Read all instructions before starting this project.” who basically ignores said instructions.
So for the seven words that describe me (as if) I’ll go with:
Happy - needs no real explanation.
Honest - more often than not.
Friendly – again, more often than not (just being honest here).
A Talker – not afraid to speak my mind.
Generous - I hope, and I try.
Hopeful and Romantic - as in a hopeful romantic.
Okay, now on to some really tough questions, of which I have opted to pick and choose, because this is only a kinda, sorta, response to being tagged.
What keeps me up at night? Besides not being asleep, my beau (for all the right reasons), reading and writing.
Who would I like to be? Me at my best.
What am I wearing right now? A business suit, not very exciting. I should have done this at night!
What scares me? Not being good enough – is that honest enough for you?
There’s more and I hope to get back to finishing this tagging buz – maybe later. One of the requests (requirements) is that I tag seven more bloggers. I want to give this some thought, so it may take some time as – well who knows what can happen while I’m giving it some thought.
Todays’ blog was brought to you by Silly and Foolish, two of my dearest selves.
Enjoy always, T
In anticipation of the big, exciting, long-awaited launch party this Saturday, (I’m only speaking for myself here) I’m posting the prologue from my book, Return In Time. I hope you enjoy this tasty morsel and come back for the whole darn feast. Check out the News page for details regarding the big party. Hope to see you there.
Scorrybreac Castle, Isle of Skye, 1292
Moments before the first rays of the rising sun broke over the land the Master Druid of Scorrybreac climbed the long winding stairs of his tower to reach the highest point of the castle. Here, he would carry out his ceremonial request to the guardian spirits of the Isle of Skye, the ones who watched over and protected the lands of the MacNicol clan. As the movement of the earth took the Isle of Skye into the breaking dawn of the summer solstice, the longest day of sunlight, the Master Druid was prepared to make his plea. Like generations of druids before him, he believed the spirits of Skye would honor his request.
Souyer had gathered heather from the earth, shells from the sea, and feathers from the air; symbolic offerings required for this powerful moment of magic. In preparation for the ceremony he had fasted and bathed, and had donned his best druid robes. A circle of protection had been cast, the space had been blessed. Now was the time.
As darkness prepared to give way to the light of day, Souyer looked out over the rugged beauty of the land spread out below. He stood on the tallest tower of the fortress facing the rising sun. To his right he could see the island’s craggy green hills formed centuries ago by the upheaval of the earth. To his left spread the vast expanse of the ocean that reached as far as his old eyes could see. In this sacred time and place the veil of separation would split for a brief moment, and in that precious moment of time, Souyer was prepared to present his annual appeal to the fairies.
In a loud and commanding voice, Souyer recited his well-memorized demand. “Oh great and good fairies, guardian spirits of earth and Skye, in the tradition of our holy and sacred bonds, present to me, here and now, knowledge from the future for the greater good of the MacNicol clan.” He stated his request clearly. He said it once, and only once, allowing the words to linger in the new summer air.
Souyer stood there a while longer watching the sun rise higher in the sky. For days there had been a thick blanket of fog hiding the rays of the sun, which was typical for the north Scottish island, but today the summer solstice sun rose bright into a cloudless blue sky. He felt it was a good omen.
Satisfied with all he had done, he retraced his steps down the long winding staircase and returned to the comfort of his bed chamber. He placed another small log on the low-burning fire and climbed back into the comfort of his bed for a few more hours of rest.
Moezell, one of the strongest fairies in all of Skye, stood watch over the druid, smiling. She had the power to grant the druid’s request and she also had the ability to create mischief and havoc, if she so desired. And such was the case in the early morning hours of that summer solstice on the Isle of Skye.
Lady Lydia, matriarch of the MacNicol clan, fiddled with the needlework piece she held in her hands. She was growing impatient, waiting to hear news from her young cousin. “Finally,” she murmured, looking up as Moezell appeared in the room, “It’s about time.”
“I believe I have found the perfect fit for your needs. She has all your requirements and more,” Moezell greeted her cousin.
“Wonderful. Where can we find her?” Lydia set down her needlework, and focused her gaze on Moezell. She gave a serene smile and her full attention to the fairy standing before her, trying to mask her resentment that she was only half-fey, and therefore forced to rely on her cousin’s assistance.
“It is more like when,” Moezell said. Her lips curved slightly. “She resides several hundred years in the future, in a far-away land called California. However, she will be on the Isle of Skye during the summer solstice.”
“Perfect. We’ll use the power of the solstice to bring her here.” Ideas whirled in Lady Lydia’s head. She would see her eldest son well wed as she so desired. An alliance would be sealed between the MacNicols and the McDonalds. After three years of waiting all would be set to right.
“Did you no hear me? I said she’s from the future?” Moezell’s smile spread into an elfish grin.
“Hah! Who cares when she lives, as if that’s a problem?” Lady Lydia scoffed. “What matters is she will be on our isle and thus, within our reach.”
Writing has become A passion for me. Not THE passion, but certainly in my top five list.
Writing a book and getting it published is a thrilling journey of discovery. Throughout this process I’ve learned more about myself than I had ever expected. I’ve gained new and greater understanding of who I am and who I want to be. Some of it has been new revelations, and some of it has been scary. Some of it has confirmed previously experienced peeks in to my brain’s boudoir, (isn’t that fun?) and some of it has become new landscape where my soul can play. But always, the journey has been grand and thrilling.
When it comes to writing, romance, life or love; we can not avoid the challenges life presents us. We may try, but have you ever noticed how life’s challenges always wins that game of hide and seek. Sometimes it may end badly or not go the way we planned, but that’s the thing about reality, it rarely goes the way we imagine it. And often, that’s a good thing, because what shows up is so much more rich and challenging and interesting than our little selves could have ever imagined.
One novel published – and I’m still very much an apprentice to this craft. Much like the sorcerer’s apprentice. And much like a little wand wielding woman, I’m trying to create magic from everyday life. It certainly has been a magic carpet ride, but that’s another fairy tale.
Believe it or not, my life is based on a true story. How about yours?
Enjoy always, T
I live a magical and charmed life. I believe that God is my Source and I am truly blessed.
First off, let me say, I believe in a logical God. I look around the universe and I see logic, things that make sense. I admit there are times when things don’t make sense to me, things that are over my head, and things I just don’t understand. But for the most part, I believe in logic. And the magic of logic.
It’s not my intent to promote any one religious teaching. Instead, I believe that all paths lead us home. You can call it heaven or whatever name you want to apply. To me it’s the place where I come from and the place I will return.
I have often wondered, why me? Why am I so blessed? Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. More like a leather boot strap in my tight little fist and I’ve been holding on tight my whole life. However, that boot strap isn’t tied to fame and fortune, it’s linked to love and life. I love life, and life has loved me back, and I thank God for it all.
Sure, I’ve had a few hiccups and missteps along the way. Some have been bigger than others. But each time I do the old brush myself off, take a look around and try real hard to understand my self-created pot-holes. Then I keep going.
It wasn’t until I hit the half-century mark that I began writing. Around the time the big five-oh was about to hit I felt a compelling need to put pen to paper, followed by fingers to keyboard, to create romance stories. Metaphysical spiritual romance stories. And the need – the desire – was driven by one of the oldest motivators in the library. I wanted to write the kind of stories I wanted to read. Now I’m hoping others will want to read them too.
I write about romance and spirituality. I believe, and it’s been my experience, that the two go together very well.
So here I am with my first book published, a sequel on the way, and many more works in progress. This blog isn’t just about writing. It’s about spirituality and life, and love, and romance, and magic. Because those are the things that feed my soul, fill my heart and put a big ole smile on my face. And hopefully along the way I can give you a smile or two, and maybe even make you laugh or cry.
So come, let’s go on a magic carpet ride.
Enjoy always, T