At 8:00 A.M today, the temperature was perfect. The sun was warm. The sky was blue. The air smelled like blossoms, and I felt every inch alive. It's funny how mornings like that can put you in that, 'alive' state, where you think anything is possible, and the whole world and everything in it is on your side.

I'm feeling quite thoughtful today. It's Sunday, and Sundays always put me in a reflective mood. I like Sundays because it's one day in the week where I don't feel like I have to work. I may have to teach a lesson, or go to meetings. But I don't have to do those dishes. I can just be. I really like to just be. It seems like people have become Human-doings, rather than human beings. I don't mean,'the being' as being slothful or lazy. I mean the kind of being in which you can lie down in the grass and smell the earth, and watch the clouds and breath in and out, and enjoy the now of it all. So many times I've caught myself scurrying to fulfill tasks, useful tasks, listening to people, helping, doing good things, yet in hurrying to complete the next task, I never have sense of satisfaction, it's always, 'the next thing.'

But when you really stop to just BE. You start to realize that 'the next thing' will always be that. The only thing we really have and can possess is the now. This moment, this second. Possessions are only ours while we use them in the now, and then they are gone. The people in your life can only truly be appreciated in the now. To exist in the now of life, is to live in bliss. In the now's of life we posses eternity.


This is so true. Love your quote, "To exist in the now of life, is to live in bliss. In the now's of life we posses eternity."

With your permission, I would love to use that quote.


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Of a few things Andrew was sure. First, his green thumb was totally gone. Second, because it was gone, he was now worse than a drought, or even a plague of locusts. And lastly, he was going to die for it.

Andrew hadn’t really meant to destroy the field of grain in Nookpot, hadn’t meant to risk Ivory’s life by helping her plant flowers at Krot’s gardens. He couldn’t understand why plants now wilted when he touched them. He had become the dreaded, “weedpatch!” The ultimate enemy to his own profession. Or so he thought---until a mishap during his execution places him in the path of the great Orion, where he is told that his organic failings have purpose. Once bestowed with a weapon that increases or diminishes in power according to the number of good people near him at the time, Andrew sets forth to: restore Orion's stolen belt, kill the Shade's evil trees, help a lost prince return to his kingdom, and unite the strength of 100,000 men in order to destroy the power of the darkened star Agrona.

However, the tasks set before Andrew are not easy ones. Encounters with snakemen, Brittlewambers, dragon fireflies, giant centipedes, and mushrooms with moldy attitudes slow his progress, and threaten to take away everything that’s important to him. Time is running out, and Andrew begins to wonder if he will have to face the greatest Leach of light, alone.

ANDREW AND THE QUEST OF ORION’S BELT is an 85,000-word YA fantasy adventure novel, that came about from my stargazing fascinations, combined with my quirky imagination, and adventures of living on a farm, in a little town populated with more sagebrush than people.

If you are a reputable agent, editor, publisher interested in reading my manuscript, please let me know.

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Ivory Autumn is an elf of Levwood with amazing abilities. Some of which include breathing under water, taming wild beasties, singing and much more.
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