Time zooms and life gets in the way and I’ve neglected my blog for far too long. I apologize to all of you who sent me comments without me responding. Your remarks really touched me. I appreciate each of you.
This morning when I finally logged back into my blog thanks to a very thoughtful reader who prodded me back I realized I missed you guys. Very much.
Thank you for your patience and encouragement. I’m back — so watch out!
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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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. 😉
strum and pick
song of hills
layer of dust
on the front porch
songs and laughter
and stare at
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?
Imagine an eagle
circling the sky
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
my spirit since
even an eagle
must learn to fly
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.
Making someone love you
is no more possible
than capturing a moonbeam
Impossible to trap
love cannot be forced
allow love to flow to you
surrounding you with magic