Dogs

4 02 2014

One of the best!

  One of the best!

“Having a good dog is the closest some of us will ever come to knowing the direct love…of God”
Ann Lamott
Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith





The Reality Is….

22 09 2013

The Reality Is…..





Freedom

5 06 2013

 

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Everybody needs beauty as well as bread,

places to play in and pray in,

where nature may heal and

give strength to body and soul.

John Muir





A Weakness for Chocolate

3 10 2012

I’m excited to announce the publication of my first novel, a romance/coming of age story about a young woman.  It’s available on Amazon and Kindle.  The title is the same as the title of this post.

Here is a teaser:

“The moment his chocolate-brown eyes met hers, Sage Claremont felt her insides melt along with her reservations. Cade Lofton knew when he saw the voluptuous strawberry blonde that he had to explore every inch of her delicious body. Of course, he never dreamed she was so innocent, but that made him want her even more. Sage couldn’t resist the dark-eyed cowboy with a secret background, and when his hands and mouth explored her curves, resistance wasn’t even an option. What neither of them expected was that they’d fall in love. What neither of them counted on was that life throws curve balls. Could a city girl with big dreams for her future find happiness with a cowboy whose secret past threatens their chance for a life together?”

As  you can tell from the teaser, it is the story of a young woman growing into herself, falling in love, and exploring her sexuality.  It is also the story of a young woman who follows her dreams and believes in herself, who builds her life around her work and family.  In writing this story, I hoped to make it more than just a romance novel, but after all, love is the basis of much that we strive for in our lives.  So if it is only a story of love, then maybe that is not so bad.  Reading is an escape, and my hope for those who read my novel is that they may escape for a few hours from their worries and experience the world that I created.  Enjoy!

This book has been a work in progress for about 15 years.  It feels really good to have finally completed it.  It was written in fits and starts, sometimes setting idle for a couple of years, then I would go back to it and feel compelled to continue.  The characters become real to me when I am writing, and I feel the need to finish telling their story.  My heroine, Sage Claremont, seems like an old friend; someone I knew in a past life, or even a part of myself.  Something I once read about how to get started writing a novel, said to write what you know.  That is what I did.  The setting and plot are based on parts of my life or, and the characters are built from parts of different people I knew.  While it is all completely fiction, I’m sure those of you who know me will recognize parts of myself in the story.  I love the process of writing, and revisions are my favorite part.  My next book is already in the process.  I can move on with it, and imagine another place based on what I know now.

 





Inspiration Sunrise

1 07 2012

Inspiration Sunrise.





Sunset Snorkeling

14 06 2012

I’m floating in the warm waves at sunset, scanning the ocean floor for bright tropical fish and the waving antennae of spiny lobsters peeking from under their rocky hiding places.  I imagine I’m a mermaid, my body undulating through the salty sea,  floating grass tickling my scales.  I lift my head periodically, the water rolling gently over my body as I keep an eye on my beach bag, although my concern is truly unnecessary.  I am nearly alone.  Only a few other people dot the beach, and after  half an  hour or so, I am the only one left.  I emerge from the surf, and leave my snorkel, then head back in to float in the warm water.  I stand, grab a handful of sargassum and shake it over my palm, then smile in wonder at the tiny creatures wiggling against my skin.  Baby shrimps and a little crab scramble furiously over my hand, searching for their sea weed home.   I feel gentle  ridges in the sandy ocean bottom under my feet, their wavy shape carved by the moon’s gravitational dance.  Feeling completely at peace, I leave the sea.  The balmy air chills my wet skin.





Floating Island

5 06 2012

An island floats on the horizon

surrounded by exquisite  blueness.

Sea and sky perfectly blended

on earth’s palette.





The Rainy Season

1 06 2012

I drive to work beneath the hanging bellies of rain-laden clouds, who promise fecund drops to nurture earth. The porous limestone of the islands mirrors my own creative skin, both hungry for replenishment, and awaiting the deluge.  For me that downpour comes in the hours and minutes of summer when my time is my own.  For the Keys, it is the afternoon thunderstorms that form cloud-towers in the sunny heat, then burst into thunder-claps and fleeting downpours, only to dissolve into sunsets of breath-taking beauty.  Earth’s creative expression is my inspiration! And so I drive on with cloud grayness holding me to the ground, counting the days until I can build my own cumulus towers of ideas and images;  until I too am replenished.





Island Summer

22 05 2012

Like a long stretch of beach, the solitude of summer beckons  me.  I know from experience that the grains of minutes will go by too quickly, that my plans for relaxation and creative expression will bud, blossom and fade with the August doldrums.  Still, my excitement builds.  So many choices unfold.  Will I slip out of bed early for a sunrise stroll, or laze sleepily on soft sheets while the whirring ceiling fan stirs my dreams?  Will the sparkle  blue of the pool draw me in for some lap swimming,  or will I drag my bike down the stairs and pedal off to look for feeding eagle rays beneath the seven mile bridge?  Perhaps my kayak will invite me for a paddle among the mangroves where I’ll listen for the huffing breaths of manatees and see snowy white herons feeding in the shallows.  Hubby and I will spend weekends on photo adventures or snorkeling in clear ocean depths.  The joy of summer lies in the breadth of choices or the option of doing nothing;  in the grains of minutes that trickle and then cascade, that roil in the gentle surf, and finally come to rest on a long stretch of beach.





Solitude

12 05 2012

When I walk into my bedroom at night, close the door and absorb the silence, I feel enveloped in the positive space of solitude.  The world is at bay, the television  a muffled, distant drone.  I float through currents of cool air, as the ceiling fan blades quietly whir, carrying me to the king-sized expanse of crisp sheets and soft pillows.  I give prayerful thanks for the peace and comfort of my home, and this sanctuary for sleep.  Most  nights, the whispering palm fronds sway, or even whip, in the ocean breezes outside my windows.  Some nights, the glow of my Nook illuminates my face, while the words I read (hopefully!) are illuminating my mind; or at least lulling me into the softness of sleep.  Other nights, the dark silence is all I crave, lying there with my thoughts soaring, crashing, sparking odd connections and finally drifting into sleepy peacefulness.  Solitude is both a necessity and a pleasure, a thing I occasionally  seek and sometimes stumble upon, but always relish.