Slipping Away Back and Then Now

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Time.

and presence.

Sometimes there’s these time traveler movies. I’ve seen them where the time traveler goes and inhabits his/her own body but in the past. Like they’re taking over the moment the past self lived and redoing it. They stay for a moment, change a thing or two, and then they want to get back to their present moment.

But you have to wonder. Where was the previous self when the future self came and took over? Buried under there? Asleep? REPLACED?

And, if the future self lived the scene of trauma instead, then the past self wasn’t there to learn any lessons. Therefore, how could the future self know that the past self made a mistake, feel all the emotion that drives him/her to fix things, gain perspective enough to say; ‘Gee, if I had only done THAT instead of this…’ if the past self were replaced at that critical moment?

Therefore, time.

and presence.

Drag your consciousness around when your loved ones are near, because they might one day move on. Slap the cheeks of your awareness and say, ‘wake up and give more hugs, and listen more and cherish this time, right here and now.’

I often wonder, if I’m supposed to love God with my whole heart and mind and soul, am I failing Him when I skip away and focus on other things?

But that’s why He gave us the second commandment. Love your neighbor as yourself. In Jesus’ commandments, He gives us latitude. In this life, you can love, Him, other people and even, whew, yourself.

So, love, right now.

 

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Da-Dum-Ta-Da! Another Cinderella!

Here it is, everyone! Released on Amazon today! (A bit early, I might add!)

Here is the kindle version:

From that page, if you’d rather have a print version, you should be able to find it!

My daughter Meribeth helped me with the cover. I’m happy to see it in print at last!

Let us dance!

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Atlantia-Ella

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Hey everyone! Soon I’ll be releasing my newest book! It’s a Christian take on an old fairy tale. Actually, it begins just a few weeks after Cinderella left to marry the prince. I’ve always been intrigued by her step-sisters, and I wanted to redeem one of them. Here’s the blurb on the back of the book!

Tagline: Cinderella’s stepsister meets an imp, a tinker, and her true self.

It just isn’t fair that Cinderella ends up with the prize and Atlantia is stuck with the drudgery.

Instead of a godmother, Atlantia gets an imp. Instead of a romantic coach ride to a magnificent ball, she ends up down a side street at the wrong end of town. And instead of a handsome Prince, the only man interested in her is an impertinent tinker.

Obviously, something needs to change. Atlantia just didn’t expect the transformation to begin with herself. Was it possible God wanted her to learn something, not only about escaping hardship, but also about herself?

A Dancing Girl in the Desert Poem

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From my book called ‘The Spinster’s Code’. This is the song the red-headed minstrel Trey wrote and sang for Navarti. (He is, in fact, in love with her and is the one who can break the code and win her heart.)

The desert wind will blow away

            The curtain of the sand

            And will reveal what villagers say

            The fairest bird in the land

                                   ~           

            Its feathers glisten duskily

            Its eyes flash fire like gems

            Its voice sends warbles huskily

            From which its sadness stems

                                   ~

            For though meant to fly

            And meant to soar

            The days go by

            With flight no more

                              ~

            For a cage holds it hard and fast

            With bars of gleaming gold

            The bird must watch as life goes past

            Until released, stolen or sold

                                      ~

            Who will come to open the door?

            Will freedom find its wings?

            Will life fulfill and feathers soar

            Of this hope the bird oft sings

                               ~

            For though meant to fly

            And meant to soar

            The days go by

            With flight no more