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WHISPER of MAGIC

magical-sunset-marina-likholat by Karen Elizabeth Rigley

Magic exists. It’s not just in the pages of story in once upon a time or happily ever after, sparking imagination of riding upon wings of a dragon, finding leprechaun gold or chasing a unicorn.

Every day magic surrounds us. Hear it in the whisper of butterfly wings, the snick of a door at midnight or the sigh of a baby dreaming. Discover magic in communications at your fingertips, the glory of a sunset or music that lifts your heart. Revel in the magic of a kiss, the purr of a kitten, or the timely call of a friend when you’re feeling blue. Savor a pine-scented breeze or ocean waves swishing your toes, or share wonder through a child’s eyes.

Our world teems with magic – we only must look for it. I wish you magic!

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Mother’s Day Tribute: SHIMMERING SPIRIT

by Karen Elizabeth Rigley

For those of you who still have your mother – cherish her, appreciate her and enjoy her.  Some things are too close to your heart to write about. That’s how I feel about my mom. Even though it’s been over a decade since her passing, it’s still so hard. I miss her every day. Sometimes it a tiny thing – ice skating on TV, a snapshot of her or a sudden memory of her soft voice and warm hugs.

 Such an amazing woman, she possessed unbelievable inner strength throughout all her earthly struggles. Yet, she shimmered with a sweet compassionate spirit, never hurting another soul. She taught by example. She always put others first. No matter her personal hardships, her concern was the well-being of others. She believed in us, expecting the best of all, yet offering forgiveness when we faltered. Never judging or preaching. She lived by an unshakable quiet faith.

Oh, how I admired her. It tears my heart that I sometimes disappointed her. She endured so much, weathering storms of life that would shipwreck most. Yet, even during her darkest times, she’d reach out during the depths to care for others and make sure they were okay. They say that good deeds we do in life stockpile rewards in heaven. Mom earned a lifetime of them just by being herself.

Even toward the end, after a valiant seventeen-year battle with Parkinson’s Disease, Mom hung on as long as humanly possible despite her agony, knowing we still needed her. How I still miss her!

I’m forever grateful for the wisdom she taught me. She lived the Three Cs: Courage, caring and compassion. She knew the secret of life is how we treat others. There’s no one I admire more and it stirs my heart each time I see Mom’s kind, loving spirit living on in my daughter.

REBEL BODY

Even as she sleeps

her legs

tremble, tremble

Lilies

buffeted

 by

wind

She awakens aching,

body weak

shaking

quaking

Kitten

stranded

in the

snow

Kind, arthritic hands

rebellious

quiver

shiver

Tornado

trapped

within

Constant battle of

mind with limbs

Ceaseless,

ceaseless

Wave

beleaguered

shore

Courageous spirit

endures

Memories call

Still

deep

pool

by

waterfall.

A WRITER WITHOUT WORDS

by Karen E. Rigley

A blog by a nonblogger. People assume that blogging’s simple – a breeze for a writer. For me not so much.

Sure I can create characters who don’t really exist and toss them into situations to steal a reader’s breath. I can even create worlds. Stories are easy. Ask me to weave tales of adventure, suspense or romance. Words flow.

Confront me with a new blog post and I turn into a writer without words. Why can I write a spectrum of works, but suddenly go blank? Spinning a tale of mystery, science fiction or an article is not about me. Me is where I get stuck.

So I ramble about weather, recipes, whatever floats through the universe at the moment. What happens if nothing floats past? Then I’m in trouble. Like today.

Ah, but I do have words available when I mine my trove of old poetry. Guess what happens now? Yep, my poems to the rescue. 😉

PA’S SONG

Almost ninety
voice a-tremor
worn fingers
strum and pick
mountain music
ageless rhythm
foot-tapping
song of hills
bluegrass
notes fade
forgotten verses
broken string
layer of dust
cannot hush
memories
Every evening
on the front porch
songs and laughter
dance inside
Grandpa’s old
banjo

 

PC BLUES

I
sit here
and stare at
my monitor.
Warnings flash onscreen
with electronic gleam,
laughing at my small mistake.
Blinking and ignoring commands,
it smugly digests files it ate.
Please, nice computer, give human a break?

 EAGLE WISDOM

 Imagine an eagle

circling the sky

zooming up

flying high

Soar above cliff

soar above mountain

a symbol of strength

a spiritual fountain

Born in a nest

hungry and weak

right from birth

determined to seek

promise of destiny

Rise to succeed

rise to fulfill

plan of the Almighty

Gliding toward heaven

the eagle soars

through the sky

inspiring

my spirit since

even an eagle

must learn to fly

 

 
 

FAREWELL FEBRUARY: Love & Romance

by Karen E. Rigley

Agatha Christie once said if she hadn’t experienced so much success with her mysteries, she would’ve written romance. If you think about it, most of her mysteries wove romance into the story somewhere.

As we bid farewell to February, love lingers with gossamer stubbornness in my writing and in my thoughts.

There’s so much more to celebrating love and romance than roses, cards and candy.

Appreciation:  We need to appreciate each other and focus on the good things, not dwell on negatives. Call it positive reenforcement.

Communication:  In real life or in fiction, simply communicating with one another smooths out conflict. That doesn’t mean just talking – it means listening. To truly listen is a secret key.

Caring:  Show you care by doing something nice each day. Be sweet and wash the dishes when it’s not your turn. Or call just to say hello. Remember that an impulsive hug, kiss or a whispered “I love you” boomerangs back to you.

May love flow for you each day throughout the year.

BEHOLD LOVE

Making someone love you

is no more possible

than capturing a moonbeam

Elusive

Impossible to trap

Like moonbeams

love cannot be forced

or imprisoned

Instead

allow love to flow to you

shimmering

surrounding you with magic

 
 

The MAGIC of MYSTERY

forest night

by Karen E. Rigley

Mysteries fascinate us. We instinctively want to unravel a mystery. It leads to basics of human survival, scientific discoveries and captivating literature.

From childhood we seek answers to questions like: Why is the sky blue? What’s inside the box? Or where does this eye fit on the dinosaur puzzle?

We also wonder what will happen when Hansel and Gretel get lost in the woods. Or why the wind blows. Or if our toys come to life after we fall asleep.

We’re hooked practically from birth. Both curiousity and challenge tease our imaginations. So no wonder we seek mystery in our entertainment – stories, movies, games.

Where? What? Who? How? Why? What if?

The world revolves around mysteries.

I’m a mystery fan. I read it, watch it, write it. No matter what type of story I write – I’ll spice it with mystery. You’ll discover it in my fantasy, science fiction, romance, humor – not just in my intrigue or suspense. No wonder I’m excited about creating a series of mystery novels. It’s, ah, in my blood. 😉

 

MYSTERY FAN

Tales modern or woven in history,

I always love a good mystery.

Using clues to unravel a bit,

it’s amusing to guess who done it,

where and how and why;

who’ll be next to die.

Determined authors can rarely fool

this armchair detective keeping cool.

My favorite tales to be direct,

reveal my guesses are incorrect.

Karen Elizabeth Rigley

 

CLOAKED METHOD

The secret to writing a mystery book

requires more than a beginning hook.

It takes more than an intriguing clue

discovered by an exploring gumshoe.

Don’t depend upon poison or knife

or a dangerous shadow threatening life.

Creating an intriguing story

entails more than killing gory,

inventing more than a detective wise

or exploring all three suspects lies.

An author needs more to make a good read

than motives of love, betrayal and greed.

Here lies the real secret my friend,

plan it backward from the end.

Karen Elizabeth Rigley