Magical Musings Monday – Looking for Love.

man with binocularsLooking for love in all the right places? Are you looking for exactly the right person at exactly the right time? Are you looking for that one special person that will make everything perfect?  If you are – good luck with that.

I’ve always been interested in relationships, and romance and have spent much of my adult life studying personal relationships in everyday life, watching to see what works and what doesn’t. In other words, I watch people and listen to what they say and watch what they do. I’ve seen people create romance, which leads to relationships, which can lead to a lot of places.

Are you looking, OR are you creating?

You can look and look and look, and maybe you’ll find, and maybe you won’t. The fastest and best way to experience anything, whether it be romance, joy, happiness or love, yes especially love, is to create. You create it and then you have it. Quick, easy, simple.

Oh, but I hear you say, it’s not so quick, easy or simple. I can’t do that, I don’t know how. There’s a saying, If you think you can’t, you’re probably right!

So, what are you thinking? If you think it’s hard, you’re right. If you think it’s easy, because after all, love is all around us, you’re right. You get to choose. Now isn’t that good news?

Don’t get me wrong. I feel your pain, your frustration. I’ve been there and have even been known to re-visit my own private hell.  Thankfully these days I keep my visits short. It doesn’t take much suffering to remind me that’s not a place I want to dwell. Makes me want to break into song….

Since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell, it’s down at the end of lonely street, at heart-break hotel.

How do you create romance? Are you open and receptive to receiving love? Are you really? The best way to find a friend, is to be a friend. Be the one who says HI when someone new walks in the door. Don’t worry about results, don’t even think about results, just think about being friendly. And if the other person chooses not to be friendly, no sweat, no problems. Don’t take it personally. They don’t know you well enough for it to be personal. It really is them, not you. So let it go – and keep going.

You want to create romance? Start small and be a friend.  Be friendly and watch. And stay open and receptive to creating the best you can be.

Enjoy always, T

 

Flash Back Friday – The MacNicol Clan Through Time

MacNicolBooksFor the last four weeks I’ve been posting excerpts from the books in my first series, The MacNicol Clan Through Time. Looking back at this series, here’s a summary of the various stories, their heroes and heroines, and how they all fit together.

Book 1  introduces the series with a look at the legend of Herrick and Sophie, an early MacNicol clan chief and the fae princess who healed his heart. Every great love has a great beginning. She’s a princess of the fae. He’s destined to become chief of his clan. How on earth can they ever be together?

Book 2 jumps forward a couple of generations to bring Teressa, a woman from present-day California, to the medieval world of Rory MacNicol in Scotland on the Isle of Skye.
Magic took her back in time to unite a lair with his lady.
Is magic strong enough to unite Teressa with her own true love?

Next, in Book 3 my dear readers get to meet Teressa’s brother, Daniel as another time-traveler makes their mark on the historic clan.  A modern urban cowboy is swept back to 13th century Scotland where he must take control of his destiny and fight for the woman he loves.

And finally, in Book 4, we see Daniel’s daughter, living in modern times, showing how past lives can sometimes come back to haunt us.  It’ll take a special kind of magic, and a whole lot of forgiveness, to bring these ill-fated lovers together again.

While my ‘history’ of the MacNicol clan is in no way intended to be accurate, I did draw from the clan’s rich history when writing these books. The MacNicol clan did once reside on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. Their lands were absorbed by the MacLeods of Lewis through the marriage of a MacNeacail heiress. And there was a history of disputes between the MacNicols and the MacDonalds. But as any imaginative writer would, I took these basic elements and wove them into a fanciful narrative of my own making.

It would be my great pleasure for you to read and enjoy the saga of the MacNicol Clan Through Time. Blessings, and enjoy always, T

Magical Musings Monday – Great Expectations

buddhaExpectations, great and small, good lord, it seems we have them all. Did you know that expectations are the number one cause of all pain and suffering? If you don’t believe me, just ask Buddha.

You might have thought that stress was the number one cause of pain, and you’d be right. But let me ask you: What causes stress?
Answer: Expectations.
Usually it’s the expectations we place on ourselves, but just as often it’s the ones we believe the outside world places upon us.

What causes fear? Same answer: Expectations. It’s the expectation that something bad is going to happen. What that “bad” thing may be is up to you.

What causes sadness? Doggone-it, it’s those pesky expectations again. What is sadness but the fear and worry that you don’t have everything you want or need? You may think your sadness is caused by loss, say the loss of a loved one like a spouse, child, family member or dear friend, or the loss of a job or home, the list goes on and on. What you’re really sad about is that your expectations are no longer being fulfilled. It’s only because you believe and expect you should have these experiences, such as the continued presence of a loved one, that you become sad when the experience changes.

Still not buying it? Let me show you an example. What if you KNEW beyond any doubts that your beloved was always with you and you could always feel their love as you wished. Anytime, all the time, you were aware of their love. Sounds good, right?  No reason to be sad. You get up in the morning and you each go your separate ways. You’re not together, but you’re not sad. You know you’ll see your beloved at the end of the day. You love them, they love you, it’s all good.

Then they have to go away on a trip, for whatever reason. You might be a little sad that you won’t be seeing them every night. Where does that sadness come from? From the preconceived expectation that you should see them every night, that you need to see them every night. But your sadness isn’t too bad, you know you’ll see them again in a couple of days. There’s no love lost.

Imagine if you could stretch this time out to a few weeks, a month, even years, and the results were the same. Sadness is caused by expectations for certain results or experiences that you want to achieve or avoid.  How deeply you experience sadness will be based on how deeply you expected certain results.

Usually, sadness will fade over time as we adjust our expectations to become more in alignment with what we’re actually experiencing. Except, so often we create new expectations for new experiences and the cycle begins again.

Okay, now here’s the punch line. WHAT IF you could love without expectations? Ohmygod, you think, not possible. I agree, we all have expectations, great and small. But if you could love without expectations – then what? ? ?  You tell me. It could be interesting.

 

Flash Back Friday – A Time To Forgive

Using the WayBack Machine, let’s revisit one of my previously released books. Here’s a short excerpt from Book 4 of the MacNicol Clan Through Time series – A Time To Forgive.

Flash Back FridayBree stopped to observe her visitor. The rider had already dismounted from his bike and was removing his helmet, a sleek black orb with a tinted face plate that when worn would obscure his features.

Still standing in the shadow of the doorway, she watched as he set the helmet on the seat of his bike and ran his fingers through his dark auburn hair, releasing his disheveled curls from the dreaded curse of helmet hair. His profile revealed a strong, nearly straight nose, bold cheekbones, and a well-formed jaw.

Bree watched a moment longer as the man unzipped his black leather jacket and tucked his shirt into his faded black jeans. The tight fit of his dark tee shirt revealed the type of rock hard muscles that came from long hours of hard work. He was one nice-looking man.

After she finished checking out the man, she checked out his bike, a sleek black-and-gray Ducati Multistrada. The model looked to be a few years old, but the Italian motorcycle was in mint condition. He obviously took good care of his toys. His Ducati was one nice-looking bike.

She judged her visitor to be in his late twenties, maybe six or seven years older than her. When he started to walk toward the front of the ranch house, Bree stepped out into the bright sunlight and shouted, “Can I help you?”

The man turned with a startled jerk. Squinting, he reached a hand up to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. “Sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

“Looking for someone?”

“Yeah, Breanna Ellers. Know where I can find her?”

Bree walked forward to greet him. “I’m Breanna Ellers.”

The man fished a card from his back pocket and looked it over, then looked back at her. “You’re Breanna Ellers, the animal trainer?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” she confirmed. He was holding one of the business cards her cousin Jack had designed for her and insisted on handing out to everyone he met. Jack also had a habit of leaving them at every pet and feed store in the area, which meant this guy could be anyone.

The MacNicol Clan Through Time, Book 4

A Time To Forgive, The MacNicol Clan Through Time, Book 4

Magical Musings Monday – Love is all there is.

children-walkingSimple doesn’t mean easy or without value. It’s a simple thing to say “Love is all there is.” It’s not necessarily an easy thing to understand. It’s even harder to try to explain. Explanations have a tendency to muddy the beautiful and crystal clear truth of simple messages.

So, let me repeat, Love is all there is. Everything else is fear and all its deceptive disguises. The masks we wear are deceptive disguises. We all wear them. But sometimes we drop the masks long enough to see the love come shining through.

When we practice dropping our masks, magical things can happen. IF we keep practicing, over and over, eventually we become less dependent on our masks until we eliminate them altogether.

With practice comes perfection. With practice we no longer need to hide behind a false facade. If I love myself, I can love you too.

Practice, practice, practice. We all have to start somewhere. No one was born knowing how to dance, or even walk for that matter. But we all were born with the potential.  We all had to learn and we all did. (Walking, I mean, not dancing. Some of us are still learning how to dance.)

With practice comes experience. With experience comes knowing. And let me tell you folks, what I know for sure, Love is all there is.

Enjoy always, T