Day: May 4, 2010

My friend Jean has just said something that made me weep. Hard. She didn’t mean to cause me pain, and I certainly didn’t take it that way. It just struck me rather hard and made me realize something  about why I write romances novels, or at least, why I put such strong  romantic subplots in…

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Separation. I started off the mundane New Year with a wedding—one I wrote (channeled?) and conducted. Yes, my first ever as a High Priestess. It was also the most unusual wedding I’ve ever been to. Probably because most weddings don’t include a blood ritual, but…

Separation is what it is.   Separation in some cases can bring great freedom. You need to  be away from that energy, away from that pain that drags you down. You need to let go, separate from it. Maybe I have a problem with the words let go or the term letting go.  Letting go,…

My necklace keeps changing color, and it’s not a “mood necklace.”  I’m sure there’s a scientific explanation, but I don’t know what it is. Then again, on the way to work this morning, I passed the lake near my house and saw the oh-so-cool effect of vapors rising off the water. Scientifically, I can tell…

I don’t remember the ghosts of many a Christmas Past. They’re so often a blur of fast and frantic road trips, my mom’s chicken and dressing with cranberry sauce and her sweet potato pie with little marshmallows on  top, my dad not speaking to anyone other than a grunt of acknowledgment because he was mad…

Almost two weeks ago, and I am deep in meditation. I’m weary from deadlines and needing to sleep, but meditation has  become a great comforter to me. If I’m flat of my back in a yoga pose, I’ll often fall asleep, but not if I’m sitting upright. Twenty minutes in  meditation is often worth a…

I am being chastised. You’d think I’d done something wrong. Apparently, I have. In her eyes.   I used to work for this woman. Before that, she worked for me. I trained her. I guess that gives her reason to take me to task now for disappointing her. It’s not so much that she’s truly…