Beauty, Inspiration, and Gratitude

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So many things in my world can be described this way. In fact, I describe most of my days this way.

The delicate beauty and inspiration found in the soft fluttering wings of a hummingbird, to the raw, intense beauty and inspiration felt during a thunderstorm. I am grateful to experience both.

My latest inspiration comes from my lilies. I have many, you see, and even though summer is marching past far to quick, they continue to bloom. A reminder to me that summer is still here, and we should not rush its passage. We are human, however, and tend to dwell on what is ahead.

Live in the now is a far better idea.

These are my back garden lilies. There is 1 more still to bloom. How can I not find inspiration in this?

I think the middle one is going to make it into this novel I am writing. (Or the next) I do write fantasy, so having a white lily with a yellow center have some signifigance is required…right? It will be rare, of course, and quite difficult to find. A harrowing quest to save someone who is dying. The lily being the only way to counteract a poison/venom/disease. Or perhaps, it is the poison.

So easy to find inspiration in the beauty of a lily. How can I not be grateful for this amazing life I have been given?

All that is left would be to keep Vader from playing in them.

A Musing

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A monarch keeps flitting about my yard. It has avoided the many birds swooping through, and brings a smile to my face. I have milkweed, but it appears the few little ones which hatched have succumbed to the circle of life.

Silly little things like this inspire me. In my latest novel, in the middle of a battle, which the good guys are losing, a lone butterfly will flutter past the disheartened soldiers, giving them a small glimmer of hope.

Another way I am being inspired lately, is my new puppy.

This is Vader. (Darth Bob Vader if you ask my youngest and my dad) He didn’t have a great start to life, but he is learning. Nibbling on everything, and half listening, are my daily experiences. Such is the way of a puppy.

Vader makes me have to sit in the grass more often, and remember how to play. He sort of gets fetch, and it makes me smile when he understands what is going on. At almost 12 weeks, he is coming along great.

Have you ever watched a puppy play? With Vader it’s rough and tumble, running like mad, and interesting wipe outs. I laugh, want to beat, am exhausted regularly, and loving it all. He gives me ideas at how certain species should fight in my little war. Quick strikes, fighting hand to hand in a rough and tumble way, and failing to succeed some of the time. But learning. It’s still morning, and he has shown me so much already.

No matter what muse has bit you, don’t sell anything short. If you look, you will find inspiration is all around you.

Reunion

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Tomorrow I head to Manitoba for a family reunion. A bunch of those attending I haven’t seen in 21 years, some in less time, others I’m certain it will be the first time. It will be an interesting get-together, as reunions tend to be.

Funny thing is, I will be a stranger.

Not since I was a small child have I felt any connection to my family. I don’t know why, it just is. No support, or other ‘family’ like caring. I withdrew myself during this time, so we are all strangers. Little effort has been made to rectify the situation, nor do I feel there ever will be. Life keeps going. All you can do is make the best of what you have.

What do I have?

An amazing, supportive husband. 2 ridiculous and weird daughters, who are already on their way to being better people than I could never be. The ability to go wander the woods, and my writing.

My imagination has kept me sane for most of my life. I hope it continues to, right up to the end. After all, in the end you see the one constant in your life, was you. Cherish you!

When I Grow Up

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One day, I might grow up. (yes I am in my 40’s, but that’s just a number) As a child, all you wanted was to be a grown up. How stupid were we!

When I grow up, I might be a writer. One who flits about to different conventions, speaking to those about my world, and what it’s like to be a writer. Right now, I am content to being unknown. (I never want to be a household name, but I really should do a book signing. I’m certain there would be about 10 people who would show up. Still, it is something I should do.)

We have a local comi-con. It’s called ThunderCon. Perhaps one day I will book a table at their event, and be a real writer. Sit and watch the flow of people go by, wonder who the F I am, and why I’m at the event. One day…

Many writers and artists exist in my little town. We have events all over the city where they can showcase their abilities. I’m not grown up enough to join them, yet. My goals do not even include things such as these at the moment.

Yes one day, I might grow up. Right now, I like playing in the rain, splashing in puddles and getting all muddy. I want to keep swinging on swings, climbing trees and other fun things. Being a grown up isn’t so much fun, so I will hold off until it is necessary.

A Thought…

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Once upon an age..

Life was very different. Although people did not live in harmony, they still jpined together to fight off a bigger threat.

Wisdom was found with age, and speaking to one who had seen many decades was an honour. Now, shoving them in homes and making fun of them is the norm.

Children were of the land. Learning to walk among the trees, listening to what it had to say. They had an understanding of how things grow, and the importance of it, for all. They did not know selfishness.

“We must have progress or we die” they say. What has this brought? Anxiety and depression are at a high. More love is given to money and material things then to those who live. People will stab a close friend in the back for money, and throw others under the bus to make themselves look better. But if you see someone in need, or a wrong being committed? “Not my problem” comes from your lips.

This age is one of greed, believing you are owed something, and whining about it daily. Wanting what others have, just because. Our ancestors glare down at us, and wish we understood sacrifice, honour, and helping those in need without getting anything in return. (I’m speaking in a non military sense) They wish we understood what ‘community’ truly meant.

I wish I could see that age. Communities meant something. 

All I can do is dream of what it was like: once upon an age.

Dancing In The Moonlight

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For as long as I can remember, I loved being outside with the moon. Nothing felt better than walking along with only the moon, and the odd light, to guide you. Yes I carried a flashlight, but rarely did I use it.

My friends and I used to moon-tan. People would ask us all the time what that entailed, and it is quite easy. It’s just like suntanning, but with a moon high in the sky.

I believe my youth is what started my love for all things nature. I could do so much, hear a lot, and felt like I was a part of the world around me. Of course as a kid I wasn’t aware of things like Wicca, or Pagan ideologies. It was a great feeling when I did finally learn of these things.

My upbringing wasn’t normal, to say the least. Speaking to ghosts, studying rune stones, tea leaves and other odd hobbies was a norm. Finding solace, and understanding, in nature didn’t feel that strange to me. In a world bent on self inflicted idiocy, those who worshiped the earth, and all it entailed, made more sense to me.

As a grown up, I can say that I follow those paths with vigor now more than ever.

So go dance in tomorrow’s full moon light. Let the light shining down fill you, and you may find something. Perhaps, a better you.

And Now For The Fourth Installment

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For many months you have been annoyed with my ramblings about the fourth novel in my series. Well, on May 20th, it became available. So this means I am going to annoy you all even more!

This novel continues the adventures Koral and Eric embark on. The two are growing up now, and so the story evolves along with them. I still don’t like it, and am patiently waiting to hear opinions from others. As always, it is available in eBook, and print. Hit up the website┬áif you are interested.

I have begun working on book 5, which will be the last one in this particular timeline. (Don’t worry, the next novels still contain the characters you have grown to love, I just move them a little ahead in life. Of course it will be a while before you even have to think about this stuff.)

I expect book 5 to be an absolute pain to write, and see crying in my future. Alright, more like a lot of swearing.

Yes, book 4 is now available, and awaiting your remarks.

OK, wishful thinking, but perhaps one day people will start leaving reviews on the sites where they picked up my books. If you got it from someone, just hit up Goodreads!