Weaving Gold

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

Discovering Magic through Fiction

Why do you read? I read for entertainment and education, to validate my views — with the option to shift or change or invalidate them, to discover new worlds and viewpoints, and for delight and pleasure. In a nutshell:

I read to expand my awareness. I write for the same reason.

Books and stories open worlds. I love discovering new ideas through biographies, factual and scientific reading, and through fiction. Recently, I’ve been particularly enjoying books categorized as magical realism — serious magic, presented as real. I love contemplating, What if . . . 

In celebration a favorite author‘s book release this week (The Witches of Cambridge), I am sharing quotes from Menna van Praag’s previous book, Dress Shop of Dreams, the story of a woman whose gowns have the power to free a woman’s deepest desires.

Walt loves Etta’s granddaughter, and owns the bookshop next to Etta’s dress shop. He also, secretly, reads stories on the radio. He doesn’t realize the impact his voice has on his listeners.

Etta said, “Most people think the world we live in is mundane, but you remind us that it’s magical. You wrap reality in the wonder and joy of fiction, until it infuses us and becomes true.”

“Well, I . . .” Walt falters.

Etta smiles. “You’re one of life’s magicians. You simply haven’t realized it yet.”

Dress Shop Quote, Etta to Walt.jpg

Though Walt respects Etta, he can’t quite believe her, so Etta continues:

Unfortunately most magicians are immune to their own magic. We see behind the veil, we live inside the nuts and bolts, the element of surprise is lost on us. But we can help each other.

Do you read magical books or blogs? Encounter magical people? I’d love to hear about them. We can help each other.


010516_2129_writersquot1This post is inspired by

Silver Threading #WQW Writer’s Quote Wednesday

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



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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