If we no longer told our stories, whether through art, myth, anecdote, or song, it would be the end of humanity.
"The ancient, blue misted Sheconahey Mountains had always been a place of refuge and safety. A perfect home for the independent, resourceful souls living amongst its steep ridges, sheltered coves and and narrow, hidden hollers.
It was an isolated place, distant and remote from the rest of the world. Time was slowed down here. Old ways lingered on, sustaining those who abided by them. There was a certain determined strength among the mountain people, as well as a surprising generosity and steadfast spiritual longing."
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"That night as she lay in her blankets beneath the glitter of constellations and galaxies, her thoughts turned once again to her beloved Bonesetter. She drifted back in time, remembering when first she’d seen him. A wiry, silver haired man who’d taken her in, cared for her as his own, whose warmth and reassuring presence had made her feel so loved and safe.
Recalling the healer’s gentle hands, kind grey eyes and wistful smile she couldn’t repress a small whimper. Seer, bedded down nearby, rose and came to lay his black muzzle gently across her chest, dark eyes seeking her own. The warmth of the dogs concern momentarily melted the pain of bitterness and loss encroaching on her heart. She swallowed hard. The night was full of silence. Diamond bright stars glistened and fell. So too did her tears."
...Excerpts from Book One
Reviews
"Highly sophisticated..."
"A flow of sheer green life."
"In every page of her writing there is a brilliant light shining that is almost scary."
L. McLaughlin
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"Highly sophisticated..."
"A flow of sheer green life."
"In every page of her writing there is a brilliant light shining that is almost scary."
L. McLaughlin
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I am
limitless, boundless
all encompassing, all enduring
beyond time and measure
I am the Mystery
and the Tapestry
both warp and weft
I am Beauty, I am Justice,
I am Grace
I am the Creator and destroyer
the purpose and the Passion
I am the Light, I am Love
I am that
I am
Perhaps stories began as a way to keep us from feeling so alone in the dark.