Historically, magick, medicine, genealogy and spirituality were all oral traditions. When I was a child, we often sat in front of the fireplace or on the front porch and listened to stories of every possible kind…yet they encompassed all the history and tradition of my family and connected families and friends. Each time you tell your child about the day she or he was born, (how you felt, all the anecdotes), you are following oral tradition. When you tell somene how you learned to make chicken and dumplings and how that was your mother’s method, and her mother’s and her mother’s before her…you are following oral tradition. When an older man tells a younger man the timeless secrets of charming a fish out of the water or a lady into his arms…he is following oral tradition.
Oral Tradition is, quite simply, keeping an energy, activity, belief or other valuable, in the living now by passing that valuable and its value to someone you believes will hold it just as dear, special, secret or sacred.
In this modern life, although we may “know”, literally, hundreds of people, there are often very few or none we know well enough to share these deeper valuables with. It often feels as though any subject we address has the ability to “offend” someone, and if not the subject, then the way it’s told.
We need our traditions. At their finest they connect us with all that is valuable to us, and in sharing our traditions and their meanings, they connect us to each other in some of the deepest ways possible. When we are alone, we can call to mind our shared stories, our laughs and our tears, our in-common ways of feeling…and we are not alone anymore. Shared stories, shared traditions initiate new individuals into existing families.
Our shared histories, traditions, and our shared feelings about them, are one way we nurture each other and remember that, while there is strength in diversity, we are still just one specie, on one planet, in one universe…together, after all.
An excerpt; ”I’ve been told that, at times like this, you’re supposed to pray. I sit here on the floor, clutching my belly and my unborn baby, watching my bedroom door. At this moment, I am grateful for oak doors. Every beat against the door by Genevieve, every scream from my baby’s father for my life, I am grateful.”
And that was just the opening line in Chapter 1! If you love reading in genres of suspense, horror, paranormal romance, witchcraft, demons, intrigue, thrillers…this is the book for you. I enjoyed helping edit and format and you know, it may not be your normal couple activity, but we’ve had the most fun doing this over the summer!
I’m glad he’s doing a sequel!
Here’s the trailer; A Heart for Valentino Book Trailer and there are a couple places where you can download a portion of the book to read for FREE <g>;
and here’s my handsome hubbies profile page! This time you get more than just “Joe’s Nose”! Author James J. Lester
And don’t worry about expensive reading devices…on Smashwords you can read online or on your PC (personal computer) when you go offline.
Happy Summer Folks!
“I’m taking you hostage, in the name of love.”
“I’m pointing this gun at my head, in the name of love.”
“I want to be happy, even if it makes you unhappy, in the name of love.”
“I’m making you responsible for what I do, in the name of love.”
No. No, you’re not. And even though I want to be loved, I’m smart enough to know what love feels like, and this ain’t it.
I know what it feels like, because I feel it for you, and it goes something like this;
“I find you beautiful, fun, funny, nice, considerate, honest, generous and giving, loyal, protective and caring…those are qualities I love and qualities you express, right out there where the whole world (and I) can see them. Seeing that brings me joy, laughter, peacefulness, at times. You are someone I can trust because you demonstrate trustworthiness.”
So here’s the truth- if you’re that first person, the one who tells me I “made you” feel bad even though I’ve done nothing bad to cause you to feel bad, the one who does things that make me unhappy and keeps doing them knowing that – you don’t love me – you still haven’t learned to love yourself.
And if I found something in you to love, maybe you just aren’t looking at the good you got closely enough…look again!
Otherwise, I have to go, because I need me more than I want you!
I can feel love for you, and not be your prisoner, not stand by and watch you destroy yourself. I’m not the one destroying you. Just the fact that you want to hurt yourself proves you don’t love yourself. The fact that you are willing to hurt me too, proves you don’t love me either. I love me, though. And you can learn what love really is, too. Just love yourself and watch everything turn around! All you gotta do is count what’s good about yourself and the things you do, and if there aren’t any, well, just start making some – then there will be plenty to love about yourself…after all, I already found things to love about you!
March 23, 2011 5:33 PM
Excerpt from my newest release, EVERY DAY IS MOTHER’S DAY -
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” ~ Rajneesh (a scary man, to me, but he had a point.)
Mothers. What are they really? We can all tell you what we “believe” a Mother should be, and tell you what our own Mother was like. (Often the two pictures are quite different.)”
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