Reaching Through…

Happy Sunday to everyone. I hope this finds you well. In the United States, it’s Father’s Day. I hope all who still have a father in their lives take the time to celebrate that person. We may fight, or disagree, but there is something to family and the bonds of blood. It is easy, sometimes, to look past those who are always there for you, but it is our parents, and those who step into that role, that have the hardest job. They protect us, pay for us, and lavish us with their best intentions, and then they push us away, like birds from a nest, to fly on our own. Often our reaction to this launch is not positive, but I remember it for what it was – the ultimate act of love.

Ms Buffy, my thanks to you! You’re the best!

Chapter 14 – Reaching Through

Eyes Wide Shut….

Cracks are beginning to appear in Sookie’s Irish romance. She begins to see that Breandan may not be everything she thought, and what better time for a certain vampire to make himself known?

Hope you enjoy the beginning of the second act of this stroll through fairy tales and myths.

Best to you, Ms Buffy! I hope that a trip to Ireland is in the cards for you some day. I think you’d love it!

Chapter 13 – Eyes Wide Shut

The Sun Shines…

Giving yet another lie to the weather forecast. Climate change has invalidated models. Science will learn new algorithms, but until then, it’s time to rely on the clouds and the taste of moisture in the air. In other words, everything old is new again!

As I sit today, I’m comfortably uncomfortable. June 3rd was National Trails Day and I celebrated by working with the Boundary Warden patrol here in Connecticut. The job is locating and reporting the status of survey markers placed to delineate the boundaries of the Appalachian Trail. What’s a marker look like?

This is a New Hampshire marker, but you get the idea. Short, small and you need a surveyor’s map and familiarity with orienteering and compass, not to mention being comfortable in the woods to find them. Think of it as treasure hunting for nerds.

Of course, now I’m celebrating with Advil and a third cup of coffee. There’s another hot bath on my horizon, and happy to report, no ticks.

I hope your Sunday is equally adventurous! My best to the incomparable Ms Buffy – may today’s unexpected sunshine warm you well!

And to my readers, I thank you and hope you enjoy this next installment. For those of you asking, “Where’s Eric?” One chapter away!!


Chapter 12 – The Turning Season

A Place of Blinding Green – Chapter 11

The first time I saw Ireland, it was from the air. The sun came out just long enough to light up the hills below me, and I was struck with just how vibrant the colors were. When I finally found myself at ground level, the feeling continued. Of course, it is a country of roads and cities, towns and coast, like every other place, but the countryside, with it’s overgrown stones and amazing garden walls, studded with flowers and fushia, is a riot of color. It took my breath away!

Sookie feels that way now, following Breandan to a new life she is sure will be better than the one she left. She is looking for her future, and she is sure that her Mother’s advice was sound.

I have, myself, taken such bold steps. Most turned out for the good, though they were rarely as advertised. Sookie will find, as I did, that the best adventures are found when you keep you heart open and your attitude one of willingness.

Thank you, Ms Buffy. I hope your holiday was wonderful, and to all my readers, here in the U.S., or abroad, my best to all of you.

Chapter 11 – A Place of Blinding Green

It’s a holiday here in the U.S.

So I’m posting an extra chapter.

It’s time for things in the U.S. to draw to a close, and Sookie to find her way to her new home. That will unfold over the two chapters that will release this weekend.

Things are a little busy here in my world as well. I am moving in the end of July, bowing to the pressure of tax laws and becoming a homeowner again. I have enjoyed the independence of renting, but there are down sides. And so I will be spending some part (the most part) of this holiday weekend packing non-essentials and readying my house to move two towns over and up a hill.

My decks will overlook woods, and there are raptor nests in the trees. There is a pond less than a mile down to road for my kayaks and trails for my feet to explore. I look forward to paint and hardwood installs, measuring and mounting. A new phase in a happy life.

My best to everyone this weekend. Thank you to Ms Buffy. I hope you get to spend extra time with children and grandchildren!

And thank you to you, who read my stories and share with me. My best to you all!

Chapter 10 – Windows Open

Doors Close…

There are those wonderful late days of Fall when everything seems just a little too perfect. Nights are cool and crisp. Days are warm, even hot, and the feeling in the forest is one of drowsy waiting. Bees hum, fat and slow, from one flower to another and overhead, the leaves show just the faintest hint of color.

You feel, as you walk under the canopy, that everything is ready, although what is coming is just around the corner. It reminds me of the ant and the grasshopper. You can abandon yourself in the moment, reveling in the overwhelming abundance around you, or you can recognize it for what it is: the first warning that change is coming.

Sookie finds herself in this place. While Breandan finds Spring in her, Sookie finds Fall. There is a wealth of sensation and happiness, but at the edges, reality hovers. This Sookie is a different woman, a thinking woman. She can choose to listen to her instincts, or she can allow herself to be persuaded by those around her.

For now, she chooses the path of the grasshopper, singing her happiness and ignoring the changes that come.

Thank you, Ms Buffy, for your enthusiasm about this tale. Goodness knows, I stopped and started enough, as I searched for the right path to lead our heroine to the place she deserves!

And thank you, my readers, for meandering the paths with me.

Chapter 9 – Doors Close

Nothing ventured…

Nothing gained. It is in taking risks that we find our greatest joys. My mother once said to me that to take risks was to risk one’s heart. She was giving me advice about the difference between husbands and boyfriends. She was suggesting I stop chasing the latter and settle down with the former.

“You will miss the adrenaline of the highs you find with boyfriends. They are romance and passion and going into work with no sleep, but you will also miss the terrible crashes. With highs, come lows. You are better to find a husband – someone who is steady, and while he may not be as exciting, he offers you the sure knowledge that he will be there, holding your back when you need him.

Was it good advice? I have my opinion, and it involves two divorces, a busy life, and a good feeling that I will never marry again.

And Sookie? She is ready to risk as well. Timing for her could be better, and perhaps her decision would have been different, but then again, maybe not.

Happy Mother’s Day to all who have taken the biological challenge, and those who have made the conscious decision to be a mother to someone in their life!

Happy Mother’s Day to Ms Buffy, who inspires me daily with stories of family and courage. My best to you!

Chapter 8 – Nothing Ventured