Thursday, December 12, 2013

A few of my favorite Christmas things

One of my favorite specialty desserts to make is chocolate-chip pecan pie.  I never really liked pecan pie until I came upon this recipe Taste of Home Chocolate Chipper Pie MixIt's become one of our family Christmas traditions.

I love to decorate pretty much the whole house with several different Nativity scenes or music boxes I've collected over the years, not to mention several Nutcrackers which are a favorite of my grandsons.

I love multicolored twinkling lights throughout the house with little churches and villages lit up here and there.

I love to donate at least one Shoe box to the Operation Christmas Child each year.  This year they are allowing us to track it to see which Country it goes to.

When my girls were little my husband would always read the Christmas story from the Bible, usually in the book of Luke.

As they've left the home, my husband and I continue to read it, but have found many devotionals to read from.  Now I have a basket containing an assortment of Christmas readings.

I even enjoy watching The Nativity Story at least once before Christmas day.

Another favorite thing is a game we like to play called Dirty Santa; which its called out here, but I used to know it as the White Elephant game.  You usually wrap an unwanted item from your home and its fun to see what everyone comes up with.  Lol!

We draw names and each person takes a turn picking up a wrapped gift or if your the second person and so on, you can choose a wrapped one or steal from another if you see something you like.

A few of us get a little sneaky and actually put something nice in the mix.  That really starts all sorts of craziness!

We say once a gift has been stolen twice, then it cannot be chosen thereafter.  We usually end up laughing until we have tears!

What are some of your favorite Christmas things?

Hope you enjoyed a peek into a few of mine!  ;)

Thursday, November 21, 2013

#Sample #TheHartOfTelendaria

Occasionally I like to share a sample of my work.  Today I'm sharing the first chapter of my new book The Hart of Telendaria.  I hope you like it and if you'd like to read more you can on any of the sites listed below my book to the right on my blog.  Just click on the link and it will take you to the book site of your choice and if you'd like to purchase a copy you can there.  I'm currently in the process of proofing the Print Copy and then it will also be available in Print.  ;)

Chapter 1
Princess Terra watched out her bedroom turret window of Castle Glen Haven as the second line of defense of her father’s army was breaking.  The Goblins and Trolls along with their brood of Trogs were now into the castle garden and pulling down the statues and turning over the cairns of those she loved and her many ancestors.  She could not keep from having tears form in her emerald green eyes at the sight of it.
“My Lady, the King wishes you to make haste, they have brought your armor.”  The long blonde haired maiden bowed her tall thin frame.
“Yes Elsbeth, I will hurry.”  Princess Terra quickly put the metal breastplate over her long sleeve shirt made of woven leather and died a dark green which matched her trousers.
Lady Elsbeth helped to fasten the breastplate and shoulder guards.  She brought the Princess her studded leather belt with the sheaths for her broadsword and knife.
Princess Terra looked at the sword, pausing for a moment to remember the mother who once wielded it, and then placed it within her sheath at her left hip.  She picked up her long knife which had a white handle with the carving of a Hart.  It was said to be once owned by her namesake, the first Queen Alterra, and was crafted with great care by her Pixie grandfather.  She placed it in its sheath at her right hip.
Lady Elsbeth knelt down and tied Terra’s dark green leather boots which laced up to her knees, and then helped fasten her shin guards.
“Thank you Elsbeth.”  Princess Terra smiled slightly.
“You are quite welcome.”  Elsbeth also gave a slight smile with understanding of how hard a day it was for Princess Terra to leave the castle.  “Now let us braid that mane of yours,” she giggled.
“Yes.”  Princess Terra gathered up her long red curling locks and pulled them behind her for Elsbeth to comb and braid.  The Princess could hardly keep her Elven ears from poking out of her hair.  She tapped her small foot as she tried to patiently wait.
A loud screech was heard across the room where a broad-winged Hawk with brown and white speckled feathers danced upon its perch.
“It will not be long now Jig and we will travel to the hunting cottage across the River Whitebeard,” Princess Terra said sadly knowing she was never to return.
It only caused the Hawk to dance all the faster and he began to twirl around.
“My lady, you have truly named him well,” Lady Elsbeth let out a slight giggle.
Terra gave a half grin and nodded her head in agreement, but still had the eyes of sadness.  It seemed like she were living a nightmare.  All of her Grandmother Queen Adalay’s prophecies seemed to be coming true.  Terra only held onto a thread of hope for her, her father and their people.
When Princess Terra reached the stables, her father was already there and had saddled her Horse with provisions himself.  “Quickly Terra there isn’t much time, they’ve nearly broken the third line of defense.”
“Oh Father,” she said as she went and hugged him.
“There, there, I will see you and our people later.  Now you must hurry and bring our people safely to the hunting cottage across the River Whitebeard.”
“Where is Elsbeth?”
“I’m not sure; I will find her and send her to you quickly.  I’ve already saddled her Horse. Where is Jig?”
“I sent him to meet me at the hunting cottage, as I always do, but I doubt he will stay there.”
“He may sense danger and come back to you.”
“Father, I only hope he is not struck with an arrow.”
“Don’t worry Terra; I doubt they could strike him.  You must not turn back; no matter what you hear, you must continue to bring our people safely to the cottage.  I will send as many guardsmen as I can spare to guard the rear.  Be brave for our people, I will be with you soon.”
With that King Royce gave his daughter one last hug and watched her mount.  He slapped the end of her grey Horse Thunder as he galloped out of the stables down the dirt path with a steady stream of others following closely behind the Princess.
King Royce knew they would be hard pressed to keep the enemy back till nightfall and then they must themselves form defense lines around the hunting cottage to protect all who remained of his household.
The journey was long; Princess Terra tried to keep a steady pace for the others to follow.  She pulled on Thunder’s reins, telling him to slow to a gallop as they neared the Whitebeard Bridge; it was made of wood and had stood strong through the ages.  The river roared white beneath it; it passed on to the coastlands.
Any other time, this would have been a journey of pleasure.  It was fall of the year and the forest was colored with scarlet, orange, gold and dotted with green from the Pines.  Now it was past twilight.
Terra and Thunder began to cross when out popped three Trogs.  Although Trogs were usually smaller than a Troll and larger than a Goblin; these were young.  They were clothed much like their parents with crudely made animal hides.  Their hairless skin was dark blue and scaly which was perfect for hiding in the night if it were not for their glowing golden eyes.
The Trogs hissed reaching out their clawed fingers and showing their jagged teeth trying to bite Thunder.
Terra quickly drew her sword and slashed all of them.
The Trogs were cut and screamed as they ran away on all fours whimpering to their Goblin and Troll parents back toward the castle.
Terra looked to see her people following her in the moonlight and she finally spotted Lady Elsbeth not far behind.  She let out a breath and turned back to the bridge as Thunder now crossed; “On Thunder like the wind!” she yelled as she kicked him.
Thunder bent back his ears and lowered his head as he swiftly ran across the bridge and onward down the thin narrow dirt path which led through the Whispering Forest of Pine, Oak, Dogwood and Maple trees and on towards the little hunting cottage. The cottage was made of stone and had been used since the days of the first King and Queen of Glen Haven.
A loud screech was heard above them as Jig now flew circles overhead.
“To the cottage Jig!” Terra yelled.
The Hawk flew to the cottage as he had a hundred times before, beating Princess Terra in their race.
Now the cottage came into view in the star filled sky; the large stone chimney rose above the sheltering trees and Blackberry garden hedge.  It was made of grey river stones with a red door in the front and had a thatched roof.
Terra reined in Thunder to a gallop as she spied the area, making sure none of the Trogs or their parents had made it there.  Everything looked secure and Terra brought Thunder to a quick stop with a pull on the reins and she leapt from the Horse and quickly went into the cottage to make sure all was well.  She came out as the others were dismounting their Horses.
One of the guardsmen her father had sent behind them now came to Terra with a torch, “Princess Terra, how may I assist you?”
“We must gather as much wood as possible for fires to keep our people warm and we must set up the tents in the Northern part of the garden, furthest from the entrance for protection.  The briar hedge will help to guard the adults.  The children may stay in the great room of the cottage by the fire.”
“Yes Princess Terra,” the guardsman bowed and then went and gathered any of the men who could assist the few guardsmen and they began to put up tents and set fires around the perimeter inside the garden’s hedge.
Princess Terra got all the women together and they began to prepare a cold meal from the provisions they had brought as well as some stocked inside the cottage.
King Royce had been storing up goods and treasures at the hunting cottage since the beginning of the Goblin and Troll skirmishes across the land; knowing it was just as Queen Adalay had foretold.
Princess Terra allowed herself a few minutes of silence within her bedchamber inside the cottage.  She could not help but think of her grandmother Queen Adalay and the years she had lived there with her.  Those were happy times for Terra, even if she did not see her father as often as she would have liked.  Her fond memories were also tinged with sadness as she remembered the day her father cast her grandmother out of the land and sent her to her Elven kinsmen in Telendaria.  Terra could even now hear her grandmother’s last words…
“Remember Alterra, you will go to the city of Telendaria and marry the Elven Prince.”
I wish it to be so Grandmother, but how?  When?  Terra thought.
Jig screeched from his nearby perch.
Terra came back to her senses, “hush now Jig.”
She looked down at her small leather satchel in the candlelight and took out a silver ring.  It was one of her favorite possessions her father gave her.  The ring had an antlered head of a Hart with green gemstones for its eyes; he gave it to her upon her sixteenth birthday, nearly six months ago.  It was said to have been crafted by the Elves long ago.  It reminded her of the many hunts she and her father took together and she could not keep from crying as she thought about him and prayed he would be safe and soon arrive at the cottage.  She also prayed all of her people would be safe and that this nightmare would soon be over.
There was a tap on the adjoining door to Lady Elsbeth’s room.
“You may enter Elsbeth.”
“Forgive me Princess; I wanted to know if you might want a cup of tea?”
“Yes, Elsbeth and bring one for yourself so we may take this time together,” Terra smiled.
“Yes, I shall join you when I return,” Elsbeth said with a bow and went out her door.
Princess Terra noticed Lady Elsbeth did not smile as she always had before.  Terra put the ring back into the satchel; for now was not a time for adornments.
Elsbeth returned and tapped once more as she entered with two earthen mugs of hot tea with cream.
“It smells divine.”  Terra gladly took the offered mug.  “Is all well Elsbeth?”
“Forgive me my Princess, but no, for my mother was killed this day as some of the Trolls entered the castle kitchen.”  Elsbeth’s tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Oh Elsbeth!”  Princess Terra quickly set down her mug on the side table and then hugged her.  “I am so sorry Elsbeth; I knew you must have gone to find her.”
“King Royce said there were at least twelve killed when the Trolls caught them by surprise while they were packing the last of the provisions.”  Elsbeth cried into Princess Terra’s shoulder.
“What a black day this is,” Terra said as she held her and looked out her window wishing to catch a glimpse of her father.
When the Moon rose full there was a Wolf’s cry heard nearby.
“It is Lord Fuil, he and his Wolf pack are hunting the Goblins and Trolls in the forest,” said Princess Terra to the Captain of the guard which her father had sent on.
“We can certainly use his help.”  Captain Galen gave a wide grin.  “Ease your heart my Princess, your father was right behind me.”
There was the sound of approaching hoof beats and Terra once more let out a breath with the hope her father had finally arrived.
When the Horses came into the garden, Terra saw it was her father and he was injured.
Princess Terra ran to him, “Oh father, are you badly hurt?”
“No my Terra, do not worry; just a sword wound to my hip.”
“Quickly bring a stretcher to take my father inside to his bedchamber.”  Terra held his hand as they took him.
The midwife was called to clean and wrap his wounds; there was no surgeon near enough to help King Royce.
Terra sat in a chair next to her father’s bed and prayed for him to be well.
Lady Elsbeth sat in a chair on the other side of King Royce’s bed, sponging the King’s forehead.  Then she stood up, “Forgive me my Princess, I need to go and get another pitcher of cool water.”
“Yes Elsbeth, I can also take turns with you.”
“Whatever you wish,” Lady Elsbeth gave a bow and left the room with the pitcher in her hand.
Terra bowed her head to pray again, “Oh Suthainn, will you not hear my plea?”  Terra felt a presence and looked up to see Lord Rambleton seated across from her in the other chair.
He had on a dark green cloak over a brown robe tied with a rope.  His hair was long and white as well as his long beard.
“I came as quickly as I could your Majesty, how does the King fair?”
“He has a sword wound upon his hip, it seems very deep.”
“How does the Princess Alterra fair?”
“I am well, only concerned for my father, please excuse me.”  Princess Terra got up as tears ran down her cheeks and hot anger rose within her.
Why did he not come sooner, why has my grandmother not sent guardsmen from Telendaria to help!  Terra thought.  She ran deep into the garden where she could be alone and sat down upon a stone bench and cried until her anger subsided.
In the morning, Lord Rambleton walked in the garden and gave encouragement to the people of Glen Haven as he visited with them from tent to tent.
Princess Terra had slept in the chair next to her father’s bed and didn’t see Lord Rambleton again.  Now as the morning dawned, she felt sorry for the way she acted and sought him out.
She found him as he was leaving one of the tents.  “Lord Rambleton, may I have a word with you?”
“Yes, you may speak Princess Alterra.”
“I am sorry Lord Rambleton; I should never have treated you in such a way.  I have been beside myself with worry for my father; but, it was no excuse.”
“You must know all of the forests and lands from the West to the East have been caught up in the battle; many of us were needed elsewhere,” Lord Rambleton said tenderly.
“I am sorry; I have only thought of my Kingdom.  I guess I have had some resentment towards my grandmother for knowing what was coming and then not helping to stop it.”
“You must remember this Princess Alterra, knowing a thing does not always mean you wish for it to happen, or even you have the power to stop it.  Your grandmother Adalay warned your father in hopes he would turn from that path and choose another; it was his choice to make.  Sometimes we think we ourselves can force a different outcome, even when we can see the path leads to destruction.  Your grandmother only told him out of love for him, you, and all of the people of Glen Haven,” Lord Rambleton spoke with such love.
“I miss her so; I cannot wait to see her once more and all those in Telendaria.”
“You must also know Princess Alterra; the time is come when all of the Elves in the Western lands are leaving and headed to the Northern coastlands, where many Elves have already gone to make their homes centuries ago.
Your grandmother is leaving with the last remnant of Telendaria to go to those lands, where she will be welcomed.”
“Then is there no hope?” Terra asked with tears filling her eyes.
“You can choose to go with me now and I will take you to Queen Adalay before she leaves Telendaria.”
“But Lord Rambleton, my father is not fit to travel such a distance.”
He looked to her seriously and said, “No, he is not I am afraid, and therein lies your choice.”
“I will not abandon my father in his time of need, not even for the Elven Prince!” said Terra with strong conviction.
“His path is not yet set; there may still be hope for the two of you.  Do not give up on the hope of your heart; your destiny may still come to pass.  He has his own choices to make as well,” Lord Rambleton said with a half grin and a wink.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Beauty is sometimes born of pain

After discovering I had cancer, I was given six weeks of radiation and also 3 internal high-dose radiation treatments.  They told me I would most likely feel the effects of the radiation for three to five years.

I wasn't one of the lucky ones; I'm into my fourth year and still feeling the effects as well as having nerve damage. The pain is helped with medications and I'm now cancer free.

Did I share this so I'd get a pity party; no, but to say my God is bigger.  God says He'll give us beauty for ashes and I clung to those words during the worst of days and prayed continually.  

God didn't take my pain away, but He did give me moments of retreat in amazing places with wonderful adventures.  He gave me Telendaria, Torbist and the many characters within my stories.

Each time I wrote or read them it was as if I was able to set the pain aside awhile and experience something beautiful, something almost Heavenly.

Whatever you might be going through, just know you can find beauty beyond the pain and know God is bigger.  ;)

Sunday, November 10, 2013


I was finally able to load my ebooks for my new story.  This story has been a lifetime in the making.  It was the one I especially wanted my grandchildren to read one day.

It's a story of love, struggles, triumphs, laughter along the way and if there is one resounding theme it's hope.  It shows how even in the toughest times we can make a difference if we choose to keep moving forward and help to make it happen.

If you like stories about Elves, Pixies, Dragons, Goblins, Trolls, Trogs and Fairies then I hope you'll check it out!  ;)

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Dedicated to my Father

This is a picture of my backyard prayer garden, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  I often go here to thank my Heavenly father and to pray for those I love, but I also think of my earthly father as well and how much he would have loved it here.

He was born in Missouri and his parents, along with him at the age of 8 and his two younger brothers, moved to the San Joaquin Valley of California.

My father told me it was hard for him to live in the valley of California.  Even at the age of 8 he had already been helping to hunt for his family's food supplement; now he was not allowed to hunt as he wished.

As my brother and I grew up, our family would go to the Sierra's twice a year to hunt deer, and made several camping trips around the lakes, creeks, rivers and Pacific Ocean near our area for fishing.

It was where my father felt most alive.  Like his Cherokee ancestors before him, he taught us all he knew of hunting, tracking and fishing, even deep Sea fishing.  
He used a bow, black powder and regular rifle.

He taught us to appreciate all of God's creation and provision for us and to never kill what we would not eat unless it was for protection and only after there was no other way; he proved it many times as we came upon bear, rattle snakes, etc. on some of our hikes into the forests.

It's no wonder one of my main characters is a skilled archer who loves the forests, rivers, glens and Sea.  And appreciates the simple things in life like music, laughter, love and family.

And it's no wonder why I dedicated my book to both my fathers.  ;)

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Elves, Pixies, Fairies and a new baby Granddaughter

Life has been moving pretty quickly these days.  My Elf story ended up being 36 chapters!  I am nearing 110,000 words during my rewrites.

In the middle of my Fairytale, another granddaughter was born.  I call her my Sweet Sunflower.

Nothing like a new baby to remind you there are precious things all around us if we're willing to look, take in the beauty and smile.

Derek Murphy (CreativINDIE Covers) is who I chose to create my cover art again; he does such great work.

If all goes well, I'm hoping to publish the new story by November 1st!  ;) 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Finding Joy in the Journey: A POEM FOR FALL

Finding Joy in the Journey: A POEM FOR FALL: AUTUMN REFLECTIONS What is it that makes my heart stir In the autumn of the year The hues of gold, orange and scarlet Or the blue skies so ...

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Looking through my window ;)

As I'm sipping my morning coffee and looking through my window, I can't help but hum a tune to a little song I created for my 3 year old grandson.

I wanted him to appreciate nature and to enjoy the view out his window and so a song was born:

Looking through my window
Looking through my window and what do I see?
Some mountains and some trees that are looking back at me
I wave hello and they wave in the wind
I'm so glad I have them for my friend

Now every time we're together we sing our little song.  ;)

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Fall is around the corner ;)

I can already feel a chill in the air in the Blue Ridge.  Where I live, summer ends about the third week of August, but this year it seems like things are beginning to turn now.

Fall is one of my favorite times of the year.  I guess it's because of the festivities that begin; hay rides, gathering with friends by a fire, sipping hot apple cider.

Two of my daughters are Elementary Teachers and they've just started back to school, along with some of my grands.

I'm able to write more now as life settles back into a routine.  So back at it I am!

Hope you all had a great summer and are now looking forward to a welcome seasonal change!  ;)

Monday, July 29, 2013

A Season Of Change

Transitions and changes are never easy for me.  I tend to be one of those who likes to settle in and hunker down, then God moves me out of my comfort zone.  Lol!

He often inspires me through music, forests like the Redwoods and Sierras of California and the rolling hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virgina, in all bodies of water; mountain streams, rivers and the vast Oceans and Seas with all the beautiful creatures within them.

I liken my journey through this life as sitting in a canoe and rowing through a river.  Sometimes I know the way, because I've been traveling the same course for a time.  Sometimes there's a new bend and I take it.

On other times the way is swift and I have to focus not to lose my balance.  On occasion, I come to rapids I didn't expect.

There are times God whispers to me that a change is coming, sometimes I hear Him and sometimes I'm not paying attention and I come to a bend with a rapid and am knocked from my canoe; in such cases I climb back in and hand over the oars to my Creator who knows the way I am going.  He allows me a time of rest before He encourages me to take the oars and begin the journey again.

The last few months have been such, and I'm rowing onward where no matter the course there are new experiences to have, people to meet and beautiful sights I might have missed if I wasn't willing to follow His lead.  I can be stupborn, but I learn to listen to my Captain.

I pray you'll have a safe journey fellow traveler and you'll also be willing to take a bend in the river!  ;)

Monday, June 17, 2013

Meet the Assistant Editor

To say that we're having fun is an understatement; we're having a blast!  This photo was the second day of the Leaf & String Festival and Authors on Grayson St. Book Fair.

What started as a 62 page hand written manuscript (1979), became a favorite read each summer for my daughters, then became a way of sharing my heart with my grandchildren and then two books.

Each book represents the siblings; there are two more siblings.  I plan to write at least two more books in the series.

Now to get my Assistant Editor helping me with the Elf story I hope to publish before Christmas!

Thursday, June 13, 2013


If you're in the area, stop by and say hey!  ;)

Finding Joy in the Journey: LEAF & STRING FESTIVAL & AUTHORS BOOK FAIR: Chapters Book Shop I am finally having my first book signing at Chapters Book Shop during the Galax Leaf & String Festival and A...

Monday, June 3, 2013

31 Chapters, how many more???

I just completed my 31st chapter of my re-write for my Elf story.
As I've retyped my manuscript, I discovered the original chapters are much longer than I like to have, so several of them I'm dividing.
I like to keep my chapters 5-10 pages long.  I think it gives the reader a better experience of completing chapters, but also allows for them to find a part of the story they might like to reread quicker.
How many chapters do I have left?  I don't even have the answer!  Lol!  I am well passed 92,000 words and counting!  ;) 

Thursday, May 16, 2013


I am finally having my first book signing at Chapters Book Shop during the Galax Leaf & String Festival and Authors on Grayson Street Book Fair.  It is June 14th & 15th. 

If you're a Mer fan and happen to live nearby, come by my table.  ;)

Monday, April 29, 2013

Happy 70th Birthday Mom! ;)

Today is my mother's 70th Birthday.  She is still a very beautiful, youthful and jubilant lady.

She always made my brother and I feel like we could do anything we wanted to in life.  He was a Prince and I a Princess growing up within our haven of a home.

She always celebrated each holiday; we had a large front window in our home where she displayed decorations for each.  I can still remember walking home from school and the excitement rising within me as I saw a new decorative window.

She made even the toughest of times seem light and she taught us that we could celebrate life no matter the circumstances and that joy was a choice.

I tried carrying on that tradition within my own home with my husband and daughters.

Thank you mom for being the lady that you are and Happy 70th Birthday; it looks good on you!  ;)  

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Setting the Stage

Since my story is an old fashioned Fairy Tale I've decided to keep my hard left margin with one spacing between paragraphs.

I know everyone else is using the indented paragraph with no spacing between.  But, I like to be different.

I thought it would be fun to have the Elves speak Scottish Gaelic and the Pixies Irish Gaelic, since I'm told by my family we have a bit of both in our ancestry.

In my mind I'm not sure if it's a different place altogether, but most definitely a different time; when Elves, Pixies and Faeries roamed the land.

I'm having quite an adventure!  Well, I better get back at it!  ;)

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

What inspires you?

I originally wrote a draft of my Elf story in 2008 after learning that I had cancer.  I wrote all 300+ pages in 2 months because I had never told my children about the story.  I especially wanted my grandchildren to know it.

Now I'm about in the middle of the rewrites and my heroine has just gotten to a place where no matter what she does, it seems that things prevent her from getting her people safely to their new home.

There is a song by Tenth Avenue North called WornThis song especially inspires me because so much of what is in it is also in my story, amazingly.  I think its also a great time to reflect on such things with Easter nearly here.

I hope you all have a wonderful Easter and enjoy God's creation as spring is beginning to bloom here in the Blue Ridge.  ;)    

Friday, February 22, 2013

The makings of a Fairy Tale

I am currently writing a Fairy Tale which is the combination of two stories I wrote long ago and never did anything with.

I especially wanted to tell this story for my grandchildren to read one day.  The first of the two stories was created in my mind between the ages of 9 and 13.  The second was when I was about 22 and pregnant with my 2nd daughter.

I'm not revealing the name or plot just yet, but will share a little as I go along.  I plan to write another Legend of the Mer after this one is published.  ;)  

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Finding Joy in the Journey: The Heart Shaped Box

Finding Joy in the Journey: The Heart Shaped Box: When I was a little girl, my dad would always get a small heart shaped box of candy for me when he also gave one to my mom.  He'd even give ...

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Winter Reflections

Last week we lost our power for three days after a snow storm that piled up as high as a foot of snow in five hours.  This is a picture of my backyard that next morning.

I watched out the window as my husband shoveled snow away from our mailbox, thankful for him doing it and asking God to give him strength to be able to do it.

I couldn't help but notice the large blue spruce in our front yard that was once a gift from my mother for a Christmas tree (2000).  Its rather large now, but the branches which normally rose to the sky now looked like a folded up umbrella with its branches on the ground.

I thought about how much I'm like that tree.  Sometimes I get tired and run down from the busyness of life and when I'm ill.  I feel like I'm going to fall with the weight of it all.

The next morning I saw the same tree, but now with its branches free of snow and lifted to the sky once more.  Wow, did that really touch my heart as I realized how much like me, after I let go of all the baggage and pray for the Lord to refresh me and then I lift my hands heavenward with thanksgiving once more.   

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

A promise to Little Man

I'm not usually one for keeping the twelve days of Christmas, but this year is a little different.  For our Christmas celebration, Little Man along with his little sister and mother were to stay the night, but when his little sister got sick, his mommy decided to take them home.

Little man sat looking up to our large Nutcrackers on top of our bookshelves and said, "Granny will you please keep up those Nutcrackers for me to see one more time?" he said with the most pitiful face. 

"Yes, granny and papa will keep them up for one more visit so you can see them again," I easily said, then I began to wonder how long that might be???

Thankfully I have an artificial tree, so we've kept the lights burning waiting for Little Man's return.  They are coming for dinner this week and we will have one last Christmas celebration and I'm actually looking forward to it!  ;)  

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Notebooks & more notebooks!

I have a notebook in every room of my house; seriously, I do!  Lol!  I think its important to have one handy when a name comes into my mind for an elf city, or a scene pops into my head where my characters are having a conversation.

I often get dream scenes in my sleep of my characters facing great challenges, fight scenes or even finding romance.  I quickly take out my nearby notebook & jot it down before I forget it; sometimes even 3:00-4:00AM!

If you're a writer, then you know what it's like; if you're not, then you probably think I'm crazy!  Lol!  Oh well, it works for me!

I hope everyone is having a great start to a New Year with many possibilities!  ;)