Magical Musings – We are the Wind.

We are not the ocean. We are the wind.

It is often said, as individual souls, we are like drops of water in the vast ocean of the collective consciousness. However, a drop of water can be plucked away from that ocean, lifted out, and separated. While a drop of water can easily be removed from the ocean, eventually it will float to the sky, evaporate, join a cloud, and return to the earth as rain that will once again seek to return to the ocean from whence it came. A fitting image of an individual soul, but as the collective consciousness of humanity, we are not separate. We are like the wind. Ever connected, ever changing, swirling, moving, full of energy, but always connected as a unit of One Humanity.

The wind is a living thing. It can be hot or cold, full of grit and sand, smoke and ash, or fragrant, refreshing scents. It changes from day to day, moment by moment, but always it is the wind.

Much like the collective consciousness of humanity, you cannot see the wind, but you can feel its effects as it moves across the earth. An angry, destructive force, or a calming breath of fresh air. Every breath we take, in and out, is part of the air carried in the wind. We may hold our breath for a moment, but it cannot be separated out from the air that gives us life. It must return to the collective consciousness to which it belongs.

Much like the trees that take in carbon dioxide and give off oxygen, we can transform the energy of our planet with every breath we take. We can breathe in anger and breath out peace. We can breathe in hate and breathe out love. Our breath, and even our lives, are transformed by our laughter, the heavy breathing of intimate love, or the labored breathing of giving birth to new life. Our breath transforms our very lives.

Regardless of what swirls through the air, I breathe out love. I breathe out peace. I breathe out kindness and consideration and acceptance for all.

We are the Wind. Be still and know, you are the Wind.

I’m Tricia Linden. I write novels that celebrate the magical and mystical power of love, romance and relationships. My desire is to entertain, uplift, and engage your heart and soul.

Thoughts on creativity. #amwriting

library-425730_1280 3I really enjoy being a writer.

It has been said that no one ever dies wishing they had spent more time at the office. That sounds true, but maybe it isn’t.

Maybe a person would regret not having more time to spend at their work if their life’s work was one of purpose, like tending to the sick and mending the hurts of others. Perhaps, if a person was an artist and created great works of art, on their deathbed they would feel there was so much more they wanted to accomplish.

I’ve always viewed creative endeavors as pure enjoyment, creating contentment at its fullness. Even if there are struggles and trials along the way, the net result is a joyful reward onto itself.

Enjoy always, T

How She met her Lover – story #1 of many.

This is a little story I heard recently in response to my often asked question: How did you meet your Lover?

Jenny had gone to a local bar with her sister and some friends to celebrate her sister’s recent promotion at work. She wasn’t much of a regular attendee at bars and this night she ended up drinking a club soda and sitting a bit apart from her sister, who was getting a bit too drunk, but who can blame her it was her celebration.

Jenny was sitting at one of those taller bar tables where you have to sit on a bar stool, not a regular table, when she took note of a man sitting down on the bar stool next to her. She took note that he was a rather nice looking man, but other than that she paid him no attention. After all, she was suppose to be there with her sister and while she was single, she wasn’t on the lookout for a new man in her life. Well, you know what they say about when you’re not looking.

Soon after the man took a seat next to her, she heard him being greeting by another man, apparently one of his buddies.

Buddy asked Man sitting next to Jenny; “So who’s your friend?”

Man sitting next to Jenny answered; “I don’t know her and I don’t think she want’s to know me.”

This, of course, intrigued Jenny. Without a moment of hesitation she turned to the Man sitting next to her and asked, “Why would you say that?”

Looking a little chagrin to have been overheard, the Man sitting next to Jenny said, “Because you’ve ignored me since I sat down.”

Jenny chuckled, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you. It only means I didn’t make an effort to strike up a conversation with you. Just because you took a seat next to me doesn’t mean I have to talk to you.” But even as she said that, she knew it would have been a nice and polite thing to do.

Which he quickly pointed out by saying, “But if you DID want to know me, wouldn’t you have made the effort?”

Of course, he also could have started a conversation with her, but he hadn’t.

Jenny said, “Maybe I didn’t say anything because I’m shy.” Which of course wasn’t’ true, as demonstrated by her ability to easily jump in to his conversation with his buddy.

Man next to her said, “Well, are you?”

Jenny asked, “Am I what? Shy?”

“No, interested in getting to know me?” Man said.

Well, now Jenny had a problem. She could either admit she had no interest in meeting the Man sitting next to her, (which seemed rude) or she could claim that yes, she wanted to know all about him. Feeling frisky and up for the challenge, she opted to go with the latter option to see where it would lead. Besides,she figured if things turned sour, she could always go in search of her sister to dump the guy. (Harsh, but true.)

Jenny soon learned that Man sitting next to her was named Bob, and they spent the next hour discussing the merits of mating rituals conducted at bars, among other such topics. Jenny had a grand time, Bob made her laugh, always a good sign, and they had such a good time that before the evening was over, they exchanged contact info. They then arranged to meet again for dinner to continue their intense conversation, and they soon discovered in each other someone they wanted to get to know better.

Several months later they’re still having intense conversations and are well on their way to happily ever after, or where ever else their romantic journey may take them.

So how did Jenny met her lover?

She ignored him until he got her attention.

Enjoy always, T

Summer Solstice 2012

Today is the summer solstice, the longest day of the year when we get a few more moments of daylight. The sun rises just a wee bit earlier and sets just a wee bit later. I love the sunshine, and I’m ready for the sun and heat of summer.

I like the idea of more. More daylight, more sun, more assurance that summer is finally here, and more time for romance. It’s all those things we associate with romance; long walks on the beach, moonlight strolls, candlelight, and lots of skin showing as the sweaters come off and the shorts go on. It’s all good.

I also love romance. I love reading about it, writing about it, and experiencing it. I LEA sharing my thoughts and writing with you.

Both of my novels, Return In Time and Somewhere To Belong, use the summer solstice as the magical day when my hero and heroine begin their magical journey through time. “Love, ’tis the strongest magic of them all.”

May you have a truly magical day.

Enjoy always, T

Magic carpet ride.

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