Relationship Motivation.

Relationship burn-out can happen, and often does faster than we anticipate. We often lose sight of our initial attraction and the things that brought us together in the first place. Life together becomes bland and, well, normal. It’s just human nature. We like the highs, but they’re hard to maintain.

Results inspire our actions. We’re motivated at the beginning of a relationship to get the results we want, to get the man or woman of our dreams, or a close approximation. We work hard to create that all important connection, the One that will see us through to happily ever after. Wow, great fun, and lots of motivation.

We start a romance really motivated and super excited. How can we not be? We’re on a quest for romance, love and hopefully great s*x. We’re thrilled by the whole newness of the experience. Our expectations are sky high and the forecast looks good. Clear sailing.

So how do we keep the motivation going after ‘normal’ sets in?

Sooner than you know, it’s six months or a year or two down the road and things start to feel stale. You’ve landed your big prize and you’re no longer motivated to be your best self. Now what?

Relationship success happens when you learn to go with the flow while still flexing your ‘love muscle’, Romance.

If you want to learn a skill, you practice. And you keep practicing so you don’t become rusty. If you want to be a successful musician, you practice. Even when you get the ten year contract to play on national TV, you practice. If you stop, and let time go by, you’d get rusty, out of shape, and have to work hard to get your groove back.

Actions inspire results. Keep your romance muscle in shape. Don’t let it sag.

One of my daily practices is to always greet my beau when he comes home. I mean really greet him. I stop what I’m doing and take the minute or two to really acknowledge his presence and show my appreciation that he’s there. And you know what? He does the same for me. I can tell you it feels darn good to be acknowledged and appreciated.

So, what are some of the ways you practice romance? What keeps your relationship-motivation going? You knew I was going to ask. I bet there’s some interesting ideas out there. Are you willing to share?

Enjoy always, T

Romance with a letter T.

Today’s romance and relationship blog is brought to you by the letter T.

You may have noticed that I post blogs on Tuesday and Thursday. You may have noticed that the heroine of Return In Time is named Teressa. You my have noticed that I sign my posts with the letter T.

With romance in mind, let’s look at a few other things that start with the letter T.

We’ll start with the big one; Trust – there’s so much that can be said about Trust, I may have to make it a separate post, but let me just say, romance can not exist without Trust. Think about it.

Transformation – which is kin to Alchemy of Intimacy. Romance and relations have the ability to transform us from who we were to who we can become. Tell me, who do you want to be? Use the spiritual magic of transformation and the Alchemy of Intimacy to create your best.

Temptation – God (and that snide little snake of his) knows that temptation is as old as mankind and reared it’s deceptively interesting head right from the get-go. Temptation, that’s a tricky one. Sometimes it’s something we need to master and sometimes it’s the thing we give in to. Yes, very interesting.

Oh, and let us not forget – Tease – which often goes hand-in-hand with Temptation.  I’m sure that one can stand on it’s own.

Time-Travel – the ability to transport ourselves to another time and place, often linked to fantasy. Now we’re talking

Tingle – that feeling you get… well you know when you get that feeling. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you.

So tell me, what’s your favor romantic T words. Inquiring minds want to know.

Someday we’ll talk about the letters P and C. That should be interesting.

Keep a smile in your heart and –

Enjoy always, T

I Write Romance.

By now you know that I write about romance and relationships. I believe they go hand-in-hand, and often, on a good day (or night as the case may be), they sleep together. There are many subjects and genres to choose from, but romance and relationships is what appeals to me. I’ve always felt that men could learn a lot by reading a romance novel. If a man wants to get a quick peek into the female cerebral boudoir just read a romance novel.

I like the interaction of relationships. I like the idea of happily ever after (HEA). I like the idea of love.

I’m also a student of metaphysical spirituality. I believe we are all spiritual beings having a physical human experience. Isn’t life grand?

Okay, so I blog about romance and relationships. Does that mean I have anything new to say?  Probably not, I just have my own way of saying it. I like to sprinkle my romance with spiritual magic. I read once; Say things you wouldn’t normally say, and then say them in the way you normally would. In other words, stretch but be yourself.

I write because I have stories to tell. I write because it’s so much fun on a consistent basis. It never disappoints me and it makes me happy. And isn’t that the best reason for doing anything? Because it makes you happy.

Let me leave you with this thought: When God created man and woman, she created romance. She also created humor. And that’s a good thing.

Go out and create a little romance, and don’t forget to bring your humor.

Enjoy always, T

Look for the good.

Look for the good.

Leonard Cohen sings; There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

I like the idea that nothing is perfect and yet everything is perfect just the way it is.

We can act like everything is okay, or we can act like everything is not okay. (act = think, feel, react) Either way, we’re the one doing the choosing, not the ‘thing’. The thing that happened, whatever that thing may be, is neutral. The thing itself is neither good nor bad, it just is. We may judge it to good or bad, and we may even have a large following that agrees with us, but regardless, it’s still a judgment call. We even get to judge how good or how bad a thing is.  Good or bad, right or wrong, either way we’re the one doing the choosing.

Rather than jumping to large, easy to judge things – like disasters, let’s stick to the small things – like… oh let’s say… relationships. (In the grand scheme of things, even the end of a marriage is ‘small’ compared to an earthquake or a tsunami.)

I expect most of us have experienced the breakup of a relationship at one time or another. I know I have, more than once throughout my life, and usually at the time it felt bad. Very BAD. And sometimes it was also judged to be bad by others, like my friends and family. Regardless of how the breakup of the relationship came about, there were always things that were out of my control. Lots of things – things that just happened.

While I couldn’t control all those outside things, like a boyfriend that moved away or a lover who wanted to be with someone else, what I could control was how I chose to react. I’m a pretty optimistic type of person. After I stopped crying, I always chose to believe I would find another significant relationship (sooner or later) and life would go on. Both beliefs have proved to be correct. I did find another boyfriend/lover and life did go on.

When I’m tempted to feel like things suck, I try to remind me that things are neither good nor bad, they simply ARE. It’s my choice of perception that causes me to see them as either one way or the other. Everything simply is. When I look for the good – I find the good. When I look for the bad – I can always find the bad. So the question I have to keep asking myself is; where am I looking.

Look of the good – find the good. Look for the bad – find the bad. Where are you looking?

And how’s that working for you?

Enjoy always, T

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.”