Remember Friday the 13th? The only thing worse than an unlucky Friday is an unlucky Monday.
Each term in a mother’s growth is challenging and rewarding, beyond imagination. Her body changes. Her mind changes. Her heart triples in size.
It wasn’t until the small hours of the night that I picked up my research into folklore and mythology, and dug into a creation myth to understand how one tribe perceived the Northern Lights.
For nearly two and a half years, I’ve been frequenting these secret societies, where everyone dons a funny hat and picks up a quill pen, then delves deep into the human condition, trying to unravel the mysteries of life.
With the cold and cloudy arrival of 2016, I completed one lifelong goal and drifted into a more meditative phase.
As an aspiring novelist, I devoted my Saturday to creating fictional scenes that celebrate the Northern Lights. I wrote most of the climax for my first book, and with each suspenseful word, I became more excited to embark on the journey to becoming a published author.
So, here I am, starting a new blog, sitting at a brand new desk with all the frills. And though I am not quite sure exactly what I will end […]