Take a look at the video from Dreamer. I hope you enjoy!
Every Day is the First Day
I got up this morning wondering what surprises the day would hold. The month is warm. It is late in the season. The leaves have not begun to turn. The heat that is summer, the clarity that is winter, have all faded into fog. Autumn has yet to fill the air with Halloween dreams. There is a haze that decorates the mornings, clings to everything, clouding the scenery with ghost-like serenity.
Things we did just yesterday are memories. While our previous actions can impact the present, we can change nothing about the past. It has become fixed in our timeline.
The future is beyond our understanding. We can touch nothing forward in time. No one can see ahead with any certainty…Tomorrow is a mystery about to unfold.
The only reality is now.
We must live in the very moment, seize the very essence of the present. No other time can be affected by our efforts.
I got up this morning wondering what surprises the day would hold. When I looked across the seemingly endless expanse of water, I knew that the fog would lift–that the sun would come out. I poured myself a cup of coffee, and took a deep breath sucking in the glorious scent of early Fall. I smiled. I was content in that moment on the shore.
So what’s It Like To Come Back To A Blog?
Today I read some of my things here and found them amusing. Ok, so I’m am not the next superstar…
I’m excited to be back!
Now if I can only figure out how to post…
Hope to see you here!
So here I am…
I’m a story teller. You already know that. I invent things, sometimes things that I can not have. I dream. I want more time. I fly. I crawl. I dance. I manage to become hundreds of people, while the me that’s inside is often lost and afraid. Do you love me? Do you hate me? Do you wonder who I am? Open your eyes.
The answer is very clear–so do I.
I am imperfect in a perfect world. “None of us are perfect parents.” “Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.” “No one looks like a television super- model(my apologies Naomi Campbell).” We are all what we are meant to be. We make mistakes and we learn.
Some of my most superlative photographs reveal flaws, show defects, and display the world as I want to see it–
–amazingly beautiful in its immense imperfection.
In and Out
The simple thought of motion defines so many parts of life. In a smaller sense it describes activity in a microcosm of our day. I went into the kitchen and came out with my coffee…
Maybe not what someone was expecting, but apt nonetheless.
I find the concept of a quick turn around defining many parts of life, and I object. We all prefer in the hospital to be a quick out of the hospital, but in love needs to last a life time.
I insist on the permanence of certain concepts–liberty, happiness, choice, freedom, love—being among my favorites. It makes me wonder how these things can so easily fall into the category of temporary.
Yes, someone may point out that liberty, freedom and choice are the same thing, but that is not always true…
My mind is open. How about you?
What’s In Your Wallet?
I saw that on a television commercial. It made me actually consider if moths and lint counted as “in my wallet.”
I always enjoyed my blog, but found that others were persnickety about the content–so I have been silent.
What’s in my blog? My opinion, my ravings, my books, a little bit of who I am…and perhaps when you get right down to it, it only matters to me.
People have no right to pick me apart for my musings, but it becomes difficult to stand the strain. All of my lint and moths can feel very personal.
For now at least my wallet is empty. In the future I hope to have at least a few thoughts of my own. When that happens, I intend to share.
Dancer is Available as a Pre-Order
Today I thumbed My Nose At Indecision
That’s right you heard me, indecision. Nuts to you. I can live without the stress you cause me.
Yes, I will make mistakes. Yes, I will need to re-edit my work. Yes, I will do things that I later abhor…but I will not give in to your demands.
Too often you have cheated me out of things that might have been. Too often I have not found the courage to listen to my heart. I’m done with you…
So today I thumb my nose at my old pastime of worry.
I will move forward…at least until tomorrow…
Making A Sound
In the proverbial forest, I fell without much of a noise. The subtle rustling of leaves, the scant passing of a single bird…no one was there except me.
I’d like to think that someone has noticed my absence, my tumble, but in the face of so many posts by so many talented people the chances seem minimal.
For all of you who have been waiting for Dancer, the book will be published on the 28th of this month available on Amazon.
For those of you who have been waiting for me to pick myself up from the forest floor…I am growing new sprouts, tending the flowers and about to bloom yet again.
Some of you may have heard that the Marithe series continues as book 3 brings us face-to-face with mortality. Mezzmer Collins must walk a narrow path between life and death. his role as a necromancer is balanced only by the futility of his real life. Navigating a path through rejection, he must find a way to conquer the evil that threatens the northlands while holding on to his own sanity.
Come join me in adventure this July!