As Christmas is around the corner I’m very happy God remembered us. All snug up in Heaven Jesus came down. He braved this rugged plain as a vulnerable human. He came to find us as we roamed, lost in the fog. Like the winds in my Work In Progress He came to touch our skin with a thousand messages. He came to translate love.
I’m wrapping up my story now,
As happy an ending as I can think of.
My character has all that I wanted for him- almost.
He’s got family and a home and someone to love.
I think of his environment and why it drew me.
What is it about the Moor, rugged and stretching like a wild thing?
I think my home and family are like a bulk and a bulwark to me.
Outside howls the big world I can’t control. I know it’s rugged but I try to see beauty in it. Soon my daughter will bring a new little one home for us to hold. I wanted to tell a story with the howling wind outside and the warmth of family inside. My characters made some big mistakes in the past. But they are rich because they own a castle next to the Moor, and each other.
When Moordyms get lost in the vast silver-gray,
Does mysterious future or portents past draw them away?
The Moor dwells beside the castle walls,
Of yesterday and tomorrow it calls,
Yet stay for family; Moordyms need to avow,
Love sifts the Moorish breeze into scents of right now.