Poetry Corner - The Silver Circle

Touch the silver chain,

Precious links wound ‘round your neck.

Let your fingers stroke

The tiny silken circles.

The cool of metal

Against the warm heat of skin.

Each link is a word.

Forming thoughts.

Creating ideas.

Weaving stories.

What words do you hear?

“Once upon a time…”

“In the terror of the storm…”

“Look to the west, the sun is rising…”

Listen to your heart.

How does your story end?

Search, find the last link.

You know the one, sad but true.

Tired not broken,

Holding the silver circle.

Staying together,

Not willing to be destroyed

What are the last words?

I love you eternally.

                                    - Mary Quast

#SneakPeekSunday – Crow Magic

Enjoy six paragraphs from Crow Magic.

Hearing her name, she focused on him. He had removed his shirt, his bare chest shining with sweat while his arms commanded the night. As every muscle rippled, he emitted supernatural power, sending erotic shivers through her. With a quick bow, he began an ancient dance, moving in a series of mystical twists and turns. Through the graceful movements, he became god-like in the candlelight. Not able to take her eyes off the shaman dance, she caught sight of a large tattoo of black wings covering most of his back with the wing tips hidden under the edge of his pants.

The flames continued to stroke her without pain. Tongues of pleasure lapped her skin. She closed her eyes, the vision of black feathers embracing her returned. Was it her crow spirit or his? Power coursed through her veins and the inferno absorbed fear and apprehension. The face of a crow appeared and whispered her name. A violent renewal of forgotten vigor and confidence emerged. Inhibitions developed into sexual recognition. Fiery fingers caressed her torso and cupped her breasts. Her back arched in pleasure.

“May the flame continue to burn and always remind Lucy of her power as a woman.”

His voice drew her attention. She managed to open her eyes. Firelight painted his rigid muscles in gold and bronze. A lean warrior stood his ground, calling upon the elements to do his bidding. Silken wings emerged from his back and flexed behind him and in one fluid motion he unlocked his grasp and with his palms turned, plunged his arms downward.

“So be it!” His voice roared with the blare of many voices.

He held her gaze. The flames extinguished and electricity shot through her in a sudden piercing pain, followed by a wave of emotional warmth and comfort. The fire destroyed the demons of her past. Never again would she be harmed by a man or her fear. She commanded her own sensuality. Love poured from her inner core and encompassed her.

The hero in this story is a Native American Crow Shifter. 

If you had an animal spirit which would it be? 

Mindful Moment

Love is a source of bliss and infinity

Young Love

Trevor & Jordie (The Future Mr & Mrs. Quast)

Over the weekend, we hosted an engagement party for my son and his fiance. (I'm so blessed with my future daughter.) Everyone was in town for a local festival so we embraced the opportunity to pull the wedding party, parents and grandparents together. The bride and groom came up with created ideas to ask their closest friends (& brothers) to stand with them. My son gave each fella a nice soft cooler filled with a 12 pack of their favorite brew. The bride gave each gal a pair of colored sneakers (that will be later hand-painted with flowers). With each gift was a personal card with their request. Love and joy flowed as high school friends, college friends and relatives began a special bond.

Melting me with his words.
Nov. 2, 1991

The event gave me reflection of my own engagement. My future hubby and I had been dating for a mere six months when he popped the question. His parents threw us an engagement party with our closest friends who we asked to be in our wedding. (I'll always remember that night because it was one of only two times I was allowed to drive his beloved IROC.) Well anyways... that evening was special and our friendships grew stronger.

Sept. 2018

Looking at my dear hubby of  almost 28 years, I remember how young we were and so much in love. Back then, love seemed fast, hot and intense. Now?  It's not as fast, maybe not as intense but more like slow and sensual...like savoring great flavors and sensations. Certainly hotter than what it was in the beginning! Maybe over the years we've learned to "read" each other. We know how to push each other's buttons, if you know what I mean. *wink, wink* That sizzling glance that used to mean "I want you" now means "Baby, you know how I can make you scream my name". That comes with time and experience.

Think of young love as like fast food and being together for a long time is like fine dining. However, fast food is still part of the diet... nothing beats a quick sandwich at noon.

Ah... but young love. Nothing compares to it. The time of feeling your heart beat out of your chest. Time of learning and exploring each other. The time of uncontrollable and overflowing happiness. (Remember how you were always trying to fix up your single friends?)

What memories do you have of your beginnings?

Firefighter Friday

Other than being a writer, I am also the Treasurer for my township. I share a building with the Police and Fire departments. Every day I watch as the vehicles rush out of "the barn" to someone's aid.

Today, my hat (if I wore one) is off to honor firefighters. They put their lives on the line everyday to save property and lives. They are every day heroes, but will always humbly state, "I'm just doing my job."

Thank you!

(Note: these are none of my township firefighters - they are a bit camera shy and their wives don't like to share.)