Miracles Happen

  

I missed posting last week! Why? Because I’m breaking away from my fictional adventures temporarily to pursue a non-fictional passion that will better humanity, one miracle at a time.

I used to be a person who thought I was caring for my family properly…until my eyes were opened to the reality of my ignorance.

I thought I was a positive person who saw the best in life…until a better way was shown to me. The very same way all the “greats” of our world had known and it resonated deeply inside of me.

I was a person who used chasing four sons around as exercise. I was of the mind that stressful exercises created results. I thought it was hard and grueling in order to see changes in my body.

I was a person who loved everyone…except myself. I relied on others showing me love to feel validated.

I was a person who felt success happens to the lucky ones and since I wasn’t a best seller, I wasn’t allowed to be lucky.

So I was all of the things I shouldn’t have been. I feel exhilarated and full of energy as I embark on this project. I feel that nearly everyone in the world feels the same way I did.

I had to be the miracle in my own life instead of expecting one to happen.

Keep watching for more details about this life-changing project!

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Escaping To Cliffehaven



As I woke this morning, padded my way to the kitchen to make my breakfast, and greeted my sweet puppy dogs with a ‘good morning’, I looked out my window and was immediately reminded of the Washington coast. The high clouds that filled the sky filtered the sunshine that fell so soft on the pine tree in my front yard that the needles looked vibrant and alive. If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear the sound of waves crashing over the beach, the smell of the salt water was not far from my memory.


And as it usually happens, my thoughts then turned to Aspen and where I had left her the last time I worked on her story. She was sitting calmly between the stone teeth atop Cliffehaven’s castle. War weighed heavily on her mind as she watched the village below her wake up. It was a cloudy morning, much like the one I was staring out at. She could hear the waves crashing on the cliffs and memories flooded her mind of the crescent shaped beach and the hidden garden of Eden where she had married Thorne. The sound of the waves brought her more comfort than disdain.

It felt like yesterday that Thorne had whisked her away on the king’s orders, to places she’d never imagine had existed, and places that were far from the sea. It was a sound she missed while they were away and it was the sound of the waves that welcomed them home again.

And so my fingers itch to tap into her life again and although war is looming over her, I miss her so much and look forward to moving forward beside her until the series ends. She may feel fearful in her cloudy morning but I feel hopeful in mine.

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