“Little Witch Lacey awoke one bright day,
with a thought on her mind of what game she might play.
Her friends were vacationing – not one was home,
And Lacey did not wish to play all alone.”
Sometimes the Way to Peace is Simply To Be
but I might have found it…my mind, that is. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to start completely over in my life, but I will ask you one question; can you imagine doing it at the age of 51…without a penny to your name…without a roof over your head…without working transportation or a job…and without any advance notice that this was about to happen?
I am still alive.
Of the many important messages I’ve been given over the past 9 months, the most important may have been,
“Love yourself enough to live.”
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!
On November 22, 2008, (a Saturday), at approximately 10 A.M., my knees buckled, my whole body trembling as I crumbled to the floor, flooding tears and hysterical sobbing laughter suddenly flowing freely down my face. My sons were alarmed, my husband reached to grab and support me, “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”, anxious questions seemed to be coming from every direction.
“They can’t do it! They can’t ever do it again!” I managed to stammer out, still trembling as if in light convulsions. “We’re free! We’re free! I’ll never be a hostage again!”
My oldest son’s face just softly began to glow with understanding. He sat back down and smiled, sharing with me, on a very deep level of soul-comprehension, just what was happening to his mother. Everything was alright-for the first time in over 30 years, everything would always, now, be alright.
Like the words of Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., I heard so often in my childhood, I was almost shouting, “Free, I’m free at last!”.
I went on, “for over 31 years I have been held hostage, controlled by people repeatedly and continuously threatening me through my children, through the welfare and well-being of the three people I have loved more than my own life, and John is 18 today, and THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!”
I looked around confused, “Do you understand? Do you all understand what this means? I’ve waited for this day for over 30 years, I knew it was coming, but it’s just sunk in! We can be a family now, the way WE want to! No more shadows hanging over us, no more threats, no more hostages!”
My children were all now grown, all outside the grasping, mindless hands of governmental bodies set to enforce anything, however trivial, against mothers who do things the least bit “differently”, to make hostages of parents whose beliefs do not mirror the mainstream, despite the evidence of perfectly healthy, well-adjusted kids thriving in their homes, even when, at times, they know and admit (as in my case) “We realize there’s nothing going on here but a family feud, a relative who wants to be spiteful”, yet knowing it, will still take or threaten daily to take your children, place them with strangers whose only goal is an income.
If the articles below don’t mean anything to you, it’s because you’re living outside the experience of having anything like it happen to your family, and living inside your “beliefs” and opinions. Belief is often worthless without experience to base it on.
If I had a million dollars, right now I would give it all if it would correct all areas of government, at all levels, wherever they affect parents, children and families who need help, ask for help, do all they know and learn all they can, and are still harrassed, threatened and broken up. Before complaining about the divorce rate and it’s destructiveness to families and children; before calling home-schooling “neglect” of socialization of a child; before sitting down again because you’ve called to mind the situations of harm to children that do require intervention and (real fast now)-let your mind have a deep look at the other side of the story, because it is NOT rare, unusual or occasional, and it destroys families, lives, hopes and dreams.
Please join in supporting this mother, just this one, and see if taking that small stand makes a difference.