Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

Coronal Mass Emission

NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory captured this image of an X1.1 class flare in the early hours of Nov. 10, 2013. The image represents light with a wavelength of 131 Angstroms, which is typically colorized in teal. Image Credit: NASA/SDO

the sun flares
emitting radiation
across the electromagnetic spectrum

my heart quivers
unleashing cascades
spanning transgalactic lifetimes 

roiling through cells and gels
rattling the web that is me


Fantasy, or Magical Reality

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Past lives. Parallel universes. Psychic phenomenon. To some, these are beliefs of the deluded and misguided. To others, they are inadequate descriptors of unseen forces at play in the universe.

Paranormal Phenomena in Fiction

How do we address metaphysical, mysterious occurrences in fiction? As a reader interested in awareness-expanding fiction, I enjoy the genres of Fantasy, Magical Realism, and Visionary Fiction — thought none of these fully encompasses of what I want to read, and what I’m writing.


The wish not to believe can influence as strongly as
the wish to believe.
~ Ian Stevenson, M.D.

Fantasy is described as being not scientifically feasible, and therein is my objection to calling Spinning Stardust (my WIP) fantasy. Science is a work in progress. There are many phenomena I’m not prepared to discard as unfeasible.

Reading is one of my favorite ways of crossing the bridge between the visible and invisible. I’d love to expand my reading list. What have you read that opened your mind to ideas that seem impossible?

I am compliling a list of scientific sources that validate metaphysical phenomenon, including past lives, parallel universes, and psychic abilities. If these topics interest you, please stop by and contribute.

It is not more surprising to be born twice than once;
everything in nature is resurrection.
~ Voltaire


010516_2129_writersquot1Inspired by:

Silver Threading #WQW Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Ronowan Writes #BeWoW Be Wonderful on Wednesday; Be Writing on Wednesday


There Is a Paranormal Activity Lab at the University of Virginia: Respected scientists are lending credibility to parapsychological research (FEB 10, 2014; The Atlantic)

Ian Stevenson’s Case for the Afterlife: Are We ‘Skeptics’ Really Just Cynics? (NOV 2, 2013; Scientific American Blogs)
by Jesse Bering


Ode to my Throat Chakra

Today, inspired by an amazing writers’ conference with the Capitol City Writers and their Finish the Damn Book track, I am writing. Here’s an invocation I wrote a few months ago, encouraging my creativity to flow.


Sapphire blue vibration,
Let your pulsing be key
Unlocking songs, poems, and stories
Dwelling inside of me.

The rest of my prayer/blessing/cry for help is here: Ode to my Throat Chakra


Limerick Challenge Week 4: Mist

Thank you, Rashmi!


Mind and Life Matters

Last week I said that we had the highest number of participants/entries for the Limerick Poetry Challenge, this week we had almost double that! Wow…with so many new participants and so many wonderful limericks to read, I was in Limerick Wonderland all of this week. Never did I even think for a minute at the beginning of this challenge that it would become so much fun. Now, I can’t imagine my week without limericks to read! 🙂

The best part is that the limerick challenge also has a cause to it. We donate (in the name of the winner) to the local Food Pantry that helps provide nutritious nourishment to those in need! That makes it all the more exciting. The winner also gets to display the ‘Limerick Superstar’ badge on their blog! 😀

The prompt for week 3 was Magic, which meant lots of magical limericks for me to…

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Forgiving Myself My Own Ignorance

I thought I was prepared for parenting. I was wrong.

Source: Forgiving Myself My Own Ignorance


One Moment in Time

“Ask, and it is given.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I never quite believed it,
yet it is true: I Am.

Knowing blooms within me.
Heart swells. Head explodes.
Shattered. Eyes wide open.
Flash of bliss bestowed.

for my beautiful, amazing friend
Kate Street
Shine on, sister!

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Determined to Do 2016 Differently


Sun rising over the Old Bahia Honda Bridge January 1, 2016

I could have started my blogging year on January 1, listing resolutions, describing dreams, or selecting word for the year. Except, I’ve already done that, over and over, and I want 2016 to be different. I want BIGGER, brighter, and bolder. Even with clear awareness that life is about the journey, not a destination, I want to get where I’ve been going, be who I’ve been becoming, revel in achievement. When I’ve enjoyed enough revelry, I’ll move on.


Old 7 Mile Bridge, Florida Keys

A few times a year, I see one of my favorite trees on the planet. It sprouted on a far-from-land stretch of the Old 7 Mile Bridge in the Florida Keys. I suspect that thousands of seeds have been deposited on that bridge by winds and birds, but this one grew. This one, is my teacher.

A Different Year

Yesterday, I discovered, and today, I joined, the Twitter Monthly Writing Challenge to write 500 words per day. It’s time to finish writing my books.

In the fall of 2015, I began noticing the miracles of the natural world. Haikus flowed and I liked writing them. More #iSeeBeauty coming in 2016, maybe with new inspiration from ronovan writes.

In October 2015, I started indoor rock climbing with my son, and was thrilled to discover that I love it. Climbing on.

In years past, I would have written a dozen more “I wants” and “I wills,” but 2016 is different, so I’m letting the above be enough.

What are your plans for 2016? What will you do, differently?



The End of 2015

Sun sets on 2015. Beautiful finish. 


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Another Day on the Merry Go ’round


Fantasy Gateway Paintings by Patricia Allingham Carlson

I wake, but don’t open my eyes or move. I try to wiggle back into dreamscape. The in-between space fades and retreats, scoffs at my desperation to reap its wisdom, to unravel and comprehend inarticulable mysteries. I need answers. I am certain that I cannot face another day from this familiar and detested, infuriating place of not-knowing. But, of course, I do roll out of bed. I throw a load of laundry into the washing machine and drive my daughter to school. I chop vegetables for dinner and guide my son through math problems.

Life is like an amusement park. For the best rides, queues are long. We stand and wait. We are strapped in and hearts race as anticipation builds. Nineteen seconds or two and a half minutes later, the thrill is over.

Mary Poppins Horses on Bridge
I’ve waited enough. I’ve climbed and plummeted enough. I’m urging my horse off the carousel to experience freedom and magic.

And still, the questions remain. Where will I go? How will I fund my freedom flight? What matters?

Do you have any answers?

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Abandoning a Book

You are a Wild Thing, Natalia. You have strength and courage. You have a natural propensity to survive, grow, and bloom. But you must choose, Natalia. You must choose.
~ White Tiger’s message to me, one year ago

Menna van Praag‘s novels, House at the End of Hope Street and Dress Shop of Dreams, are similar in their magical, wish-granting themes to my WIP. Since Menna offers coaching, I scheduled a consultation. I sent her the first chapter of Zirka’s Zany Zenanigan’s, which I intended to finish during NaNo.

Professional Opinion

When Menna and I talked by Skype, she said that she liked my story, but that I would not be able to get an agent for the story as it is written. My main characters are happy and the book is structured as a series of short stories that are linked in the conclusion. She told me, quite clearly, how I would need to change the manuscript to sell it.

Some of the suggested changes were acceptable to me, but others were not. Minutes into our consult, I knew I would be putting the manuscript in a drawer. My decision was confirmed when Menna told me that if I did change the story and sell it, if the book were successful, the publisher would want me to write more of the same — which would be hugely problematic since my major WIP is completely different, and I don’t want to write anything else like Zirka.

Ultimately, I was RELIEVED after our consultation. The story had not been flowing. I had been feeling that it was not quite right. I want to get back to the Weaving Gold Chronicles.

Goodbye Zirka’s Zany Zennanigans. It was fun for a while, but now it is not, so you’re going in the drawer.

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