Return In Time, Prologue.

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.

Prologue:

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.”

Why The Alchemy of Intimacy?

Why is this blog called the Alchemy of Intimacy? Because I like the way it sounds? Yes, but I could also call it the Alchemy of Romance, or the Alchemy of Relationships, because they all fit and would mean the same thing.

Alchemy refers to change, as in changing from a base state of being to a higher state of being.

Intimacy is a strong feeling of connection to another, not just to a lover, but to the world around us.

I’m talking about relationships and their power to transform us. Each encounter we have with another being is an intimate relationship by the nature of its immediacy. Whether it’s your most intimate relationship with your lover, or the relationship you experience for a fleeting moment with a sales clerk, they all have the power to transform the individuals involved. They shape our lives and give us countless opportunities to express and explore who we really are.

A sales clerk? Really? Yes, really. Recently I was standing in line at the grocery store with my darling daughter waiting for our turn to be checked out. I noticed that the sales clerk looked a little down and out, a bit tired and a tad on the down side from happy. I whispered to my daughter that it was going to be my goal to give the sales clerk a reason to smile. As she began checking out my groceries, I began chatting with her, the usual small talk. I made sure to make eye contact, keep a smile on my face and in my voice, and I asked her sincerely how she was doing. I commented that she must get tired checking out groceries all day and that I appreciated her assistance. She smiled, really smiled, and thanked me for noticing. In that moment we created an alchemy of intimacy. We each gave and received and choose to express our highest selves (highest self at that given moment).

With each new encounter you get to choose if you will act or react. Only in the scared moment of NOW can you choose who you want to be.  You can’t decide to be nice and smile at the sales clerk after the moment has passed. It’s passed, done, no do overs. You can decide to be nicer and smile next time, but you can’t go back to the moment that has passed.

I’ve been a foreign exchange trader for many years. It’s common practice to confirm a trade by saying “Done.” And every foreign exchange trader knows, Done is Done. A true professional does not renege, does not ask for a do-over or claim she was “just kidding”, not if she wants to survive in the business.

And so it is with life and relationships. Done is Done. Don’t take anyone or any moment for granted. With each new encounter you get to think, choose and do. Go out and do your best, that’s all anyone can do. And with each new encounter, experience the alchemy of intimacy.

So, tell me, have you had any good intimate encounters lately??

Enjoy always, T