Offering

This poem, by House of Heart, is a poem I will keep for always. So beautiful and heart felt.

House of Heart

If I could return to your sanctuary I would bring one last offering.  Those words you loved,  that you spoke a thousand times  or wrote just once.  I would place them near,  let those tender verses lie down beside you.
Wild Wood

A trampled path winds

its way through the

reaching arms of evergreen

to a misty wild wood where my

heart lies down with yours.

White tail deer nibble goldenrod

and lift the veil of solitude.

Spring showers and wild flowers

flourish there  where

April lives forever.

art © Joan Egert

In Memory

World Poetry Day

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BOOK REVIEW: CATLING’S BANE

Catling’s Bane, Book 1 of the Rose Shield series, offers the reader an amazing journey into a world so believable that the characters seem to come alive on the page. This beautifully written science-fiction pulled me into a world that glitters with luminosity. The author reveals this world with descriptions so vivid, so rich in detail, that we forget completely, that it is a fictional world.

It is a civilization very different than our own, yet still, very much the same, with problems of great poverty, injustice, and cruelty, with one exception. There are strange powers of influence, powers that control someone’s intent, beliefs, and thoughts. The poor live their lives in a caste system, while the wealthy and powerful live like royalty, and all others live by hook or by crook.

Yet, even for the wealthy, life becomes a perilous journey, because every word, ever thought, may not be their own.  There are those, however, within this system, who have courageous hearts, make great sacrifices, and if they can escape the Influencers, they may have the opportunity to change their world where everyone can speak their own thoughts and live their lives as they choose to be.

I was completely captured within this incredible world, created by the author, D. Wallace Peach. 5 stars

The Goddesses Eostre & Vesna; Celebrating Ostara & the Spring Equinox, by Colleen M. Chesebro

Thank you Colleen and I wish all the Sisters of the Fey, a very happy Spring Equinox! Karen 🙂

The Sisters of the Fey

The second celebration on the Pagan Wheel of the Year is the Spring Equinox, also called Ostara, which is named after the Germanic goddess, Eostre, of Norse origin. Her name was also the inspiration for the Christian name, “Easter,” and for the name, “Ostara.”

Eostre is the goddess of springtime and is always represented with blooming flowers. She is often depicted carrying a hare, which symbolized fertility.

Eostre, via MyGodPictures.com

Eostre’s first appearance in primary sources in when the Venerable Bede tells us that April is known as Eostremonath, named for a goddess that the Anglo-Saxons honored in the spring. 

Thoughtco.com

I found it interesting that the goddess Eostre doesn’t appear in Germanic mythology. It is thought that she was a Norse deity but she doesn’t show up in the poetic or prose Eddas either. (Thoughtco.com)

It is possible that Eostre was a tribal goddess…

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A Witch’s Sign

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://scvincent.com/writephoto-photo-prompt/thesign

A Witch’s Sign

Ye are welcome here,

All Ye Witches, Wizards, and Sorcerers,

Yet, leave ye magical spells at our door,

Here we serve only frogs, spiders, and toads,

On our table of incantations and spooks.

Once ye pass our door, beware,

For ye might be mistaken for lunch or dinner,

Should ye look too tasty to our clientele,

Of Ogres and Dragons abiding here,

Ye thus enter at ye own risk,

Yet ye shall find a plenty, fun to be had,

Though ye may stay forever.

 

 

A Book Review: Sam, A Shaggy Dog Story

“Entertaining humans for cheese is a bit daft really, but cheese is cheese!” Wise words from Sam: a smart, talented, handsome, and very entertaining Collie, who, in my opinion, is the spitting image of Lassie.

Author, Sally Cronin writes through the eyes of her beloved Collie, Sam. It is a poignant, funny, and oh so entertaining story about life with Sam.

Sam tells us about his life and what it is like growing up dog. I couldn’t help but fall head over heels in love with Sam! And so will you! 

Sam is very literate, he did narrate this book, after all. Sam’s memoir: Sam: A Shaggy Dog Story, is a truly incredible life story of his life as a Collie. He narrates poignantly about his first memories of being a puppy, his incredible curiosity of the world around him, as well as his travels, mishaps, and friendships, and about his great of love of cheese and sausages.

Yet, most important in his life is his great love for Sally and David, his adopted family. Sam also had a fan club of sorts; he was friendly with cats, such as Henry, an Irish feral ginger and white cat, a Spanish marmalade cat, named Mollie, and let me not forget his very favorite toy, when he was a mere tadpole, a stuffed toy lamb, named Larry.

Sam, the intellectual that he was, studied human behavior extensively. He learned to speak Cat, English, and even a little Spanish. Sam was also quite good at humming a tune or two with Sally and David, on many of their family travels. Quite an accomplishment!  However, there was a certain rationale behind his thinking…cheese and sausages. If he could entertain Sally and David’s friends, by speaking English, he would be given more cheese by their guests. One could say that Sam was an accomplished entrepreneur!

As a reader of Sam’s story I laughed, I sometimes cried, and I fell totally in love with Sam, who was loved, beyond measure, by Sally and David, his adoptive parents. This is a wonderful memoir that will make you smile, laugh, and even shed a tear, but mostly you will feel a sense of great joy for a life well lived. 5 Stars.

 

The Dark Side of the Moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/03/01/march-speculative-fiction-prompt/

They are gone. All of them. I am alone on this planet. A planet now little more than a dustbin of old dreams of what could have been. They didn’t heed the warnings of what was to come without change.

Perhaps, it would have happened anyway. The change in the atmosphere was a warning, dismissed as fake news, until it wasn’t. The storms grew more violent, the sea raged over embankments, sea levels rose exponentially, displacing millions of families and communities around the planet. Fierce and deadly land wars began, food shortages were everywhere. All signs that something terrible was about to happen.

It started slowly at first. The air began to lose oxygen gas, nitrogen gas, and argon gas. It was replaced with greenhouse gases released from fossil fuels: nitrous oxide, carbon dioxide, and methane. The Atmosphere, Biosphere, and the Geosphere showed overwhelming signs that complete degeneration would soon happen.

The loss of the rain forests, had a big impact as well, by the greedy money hounds, and marked the beginning of the no-point-of-return. The icecaps melted on the north and south poles, causing the oceans to overtake large areas of coastal land, countries lost their eastern and western seaboards completely. The conveyor of the convection belt in the oceans of the world suddenly stopped. The oceans were too cold to be warmed, all life in the ocean ceased to survive the icy environment of the ocean.

No one believed it could happen. With no way to warm the oceans, as the planet’s electromagnetic sources diminished, and the heat that comes from the earth core, 90% fed by radioactive decay, began to diminish as the planet dissimulated, all normal weather changes, ceased to occur.  The planet was to become a snowball. It had happened four times before in the planet’s history when hit, early in it’s development, by asteroids, comets, and space debris  from the big bang billions of years ago.

The last straw was the moon, it could no longer be influenced by the conveyor and thermohaline belt, as it had ceased to be after the icecaps belted, filling the oceans beyond the reach of the moon’s influence and the influence of the planet. My last view of the planet would be the dark side of the moon, as icy snow began to fall, never ending for millions of years. https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/03/01/march-speculative-fiction-prompt/