As a few of you may have noticed, I am posting again.
What I have not figured out how to do since WordPress changed their format, is access all my latest photos. There are some old ones worth posting again, but that is not very inspiring, as the last six months have been a treasury of multi-dimensional gifts – including photos.
In that time I have nearly finished the personal editing and proof reading of the EdenWold Trilogy. Submission to publishers grows ever closer.
Most of my writing I do out in special places in nature. There is a creek in a canyon behind my house where I have spent months moving the native rocks around and creating a little series of waterfalls and pools. The creek is spring fed from water high in the Sierras.
During those months I have been sitting on a blueschist boulder at the edge of a bathtub sized pool where I ground my bare feet on an aqua colored slab of chert, a form of quartz. Not an evening has passed without experiencing some enchanting gift, usually multiple, from nature. While the other shallow pools both up and downstream have dried up, my little pool is strangely maintaining its water level. I do consider that a gift.
I’ve written dozens of pieces there that I was unable to post, primarily for lack of technical skills. My son-in-law Joe has fixed that. But many of them will be part of a new book.
Not exactly (but almost) overwhelmed by the continuous gifts that manifest in the form of little creatures, plants, and orbs and other spirit lights flashing in the dusk and darkness, the idea of ‘gifts’ started becoming a book that may well be published before the three books of EDENWOLD: Tales from the New Earth.
EDENWOLD is technically fiction, though drenched in truth.
No small part of this is the gratitude I feel for all the little gifts wrapped up in One big one.
The new book is titled GIFTS: The Creekside Chronicles
GIFTS is non-fiction, and drenched in the same truth.
I’m still working on subtitles, such as:
Experiencing God as the Natural World Around You
Recognizing that it’s All a Gift, and to not be embarrassed by Being Reverent and Blessed.
The Art of How to Receive
In that magical creekside venue, I am receiving a chapter per visit, with no writer’s block in sight.