When you are finally allowed to be yourself an get complete acceptance its the most amazing feeling ever. Growing up I was always the ‘black sheep’ along with one of my cousins. Her and I were the two outsiders in our family. We didn’t look like anyone in our families and we got worst of the treatments from many of the elders in the family. As adults we’ve worked hard to break the cycles of accepting the difference in our family members and most our children. Acceptance allows the individual to grow with positive self-esteem and allows them to grow into better adults. Remember to always respect the differences of others and accept them for those. Knowing that I am accepted for who I am without reservation gives me strength to show the world, and not hide behind a facade. The more real a person can be the better that person will be.
Photo credit link I’ve had it on my mind today to talk about inner peace and how important it is to be true to oneself over anything else and then I saw this graphic (above) and knew this was the topic of the day! My mind never rests… a troublesome thing but I think it keeps me sane. When I woke this morning, the thoughts of how I’ve changed over the last ten years weighed heavily on my soul, the most positive way possible. All my life, I’ve been told what to think, how to feel, how to believe. I’ve rebelled against it all and questioned nearly everything all my life! I was that kid that if you say don’t do it, I did it to spite you! I was always considered trouble and never felt like I belonged. My mother raised me up in four branches of the christian faith all while telling me about the gods and goddesses and incorporating
This week marked the push of book #12 for me! This little story first started out as a short story for an anthology, but as time went on the event was canceled. I couldn’t let the story die off, it was too sweet to do that to so I rewrote it, expanding it to a full length story and voila…Bonded was born! A sweet romance between sprites and humans with a baseball theme aspect! Cover Designer: Stella Price Genre: Sports Romance / Urban Fantasy Blurb: Growing up without a father was hard for Shae, she never had that bond or love, but her mother made sure she rarely wanted for anything. Shae isn’t one of the girls, she’s one of the guys, and as their prized pitcher, the Pierce Pirates depend on Shae to help them secure their championship titles. One day while playing against a team that if defeated will lead them to state, Shae thinks she sees something shimmering
Multifaceted (fantasy / supernatural) A transformation that takes the smallest of elements and turns it into a sentient being that influences humans according to their desires. Will it ever tell it’s secret? Multifaceted will be free on Amazon for three today – 11/21-23/18!!! Happy Reading! https://amzn.to/2S02Fck
This week I sent my end book through to be published. I then shared the new cover on Facebook…and thought I should share here as well! A Moment of Darkness is Book three of The Chronicles of Elizabeth Fairbairn. The blurb is: Elizabeth fought with her father to save the coven with The Veil’s help and succeeded. She secured the peace her coven desired but failed to find her own. Wesley and his family disappeared before the battle and left her feeling abandoned, broken. Her soul rages with emotions and magic she still hasn’t mastered. Living in a world she barely understands, the one person who is there for her is the one she should stay away from. Will the lure of the darkness be overcome or will she give in? What do you think? I’d love your opinions! It’ll be available on Amazon soon.
Mom, I know you have been gone for quite some time now, almost twelve years, but I still have the
In our universe a star explodes and dies every single second and there's you, worrying about work tomorrow. — Blu Mar Ten (@BluMarTen) May 31, 2015 This tweet here by @BlueMarTen makes one wonder what they are even worrying about when the universe itself is so full of life and death. Personally, I think its human nature to worry! I could be wrong – but even at a young age we begin the process of worry. We worry if we are going to do well… We worry if we are going to fail… We worry about a future we have very little control over… We worry about life and death. So why worry? Think about it like this… whether you worry or not something is going to happen! Did you prepare to the best of your ability? Did you seek help when you really should have? Did you try your best? Well… then let it happen. No need to
On most given days this is where you will find me working and writing. There are those random moments when I get to sit outside and enjoy nature and write, those are not as often as I’d like. For those who don’t know I not only blog but I am a writer. I mostly write fantasy / paranormal for young adults and teens (very PG13) so my writing nook is very precious to me. Let me show you my other favorite spot. See that old orange chair with the blanket over the back. in the corner.. that was my great-grandmothers chair… I obtained it after my mother passed away and that little corner is the other spot I write (and crochet and cross-stitch…I think you get the idea). So these are my spots. When I first moved to Texas I would perch myself on the porch in a chair with my feet up and write there while the spring air
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore! – Edgar Allen Poe Now, I’m sure I didn’t need to tell you that was Poe’s last verse of The Raven… however, this poem is what changed me. Okay, all of Poe’s work changed me. He was dark and even mysterious in his ways and this helped me be okay with my own darkness. You see we all have demons we battle, here Poe is obviously battling the loss of Lenore and that demon was harsh on him. My battles are near similar and yet different enough to be my own unique ones. I let my demons