“Imagine that plants had will, desire, and choice. If a bulb refused to be buried, could it ever really thrive? And sitting on the rocks it would starve without hunger. I have seen a fullness that follows a right surrender. This is Death and Life.”
Beautiful, isn’t it? While going through my collection of stored art, I found what I was looking for…a graphite drawing by the artist, Steven D. Scheibe (www.visibleinvisible.com). I’ve always revered the piece but have saved it, along with its description, until I revamped my creative work space—which I finally did over the weekend. Death & Life has its proper place.
I stayed up much too late watching The Met’s presentation of Donizetti’s “Anna Bolena” on PBS. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Soprano Anna
Netrebko in the title role is mesmerizing! Besides her fiery, captivating performance, she caused me to suffer her injustice. The story is based on Henry VIII’s second wife, Anne Boleyn, who is falsely condemned by the king of the very thing in which he, her husband, engages. The final scene was especially stirring, where Netrebko as Bolena sways between delirium, righteous indignation, and willpower. It haunts me still, as I ponder the philosophical elements that extend from the depths of a dynamic performance…
How could this happen?
Love never ends happily.
When a performer can make others feel all that, then she is all that and more. Bravissima!
I’ve already blogged once on this duo but had to do so again, for it’s a deep delight. This piece, Deep Sorrow, is exquisite. And just between you and me, I have a bit of a soft spot for the violinist. In fact, in this, I may have unwittingly gleaned inspiration for the development of a character in one of my upcoming novellas. I won’t say which one. That’d take the fun out of it. It’s not Firebringer’s Gypsy. That’d be too obvious.
Zoe's cousin Emma thinks she's the recipient of some sick joke when an old boyfriend she
thought dead shows up on the internet. Can Zoe solve the mystery that's causing Emma so much pain when her attraction to the town bad boy is so distracting?
It’s an exciting time for K. Dawn Byrd, multi-published author of inspirational romance and romantic suspense. She’s just released another novel, The Secret of the Love Letters. I wanted to celebrate with her by spreading the word. Visit her website at www.kdawnbyrd.com, or her page (and bookstore) on the publisher’s site at http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-template/KDawnByrd/Page.bok for more information.
When asked how this particular story came to her, she said this: “Sometimes I get the strangest ideas! I love a good mystery and I love romance, but you don't find the two together very often. Also, there are very few books available with college-age characters. I pitched the idea of combining all of the above to Desert Breeze and the rest is history.”
Congratulations, K. Dawn Byrd!
All right, I did it. I converted. This girl from the old school finally crossed over and got an e-reader. And I discovered something. I love it! I had my doubts, so this came as a big surprise. In fact, I haven’t picked up a paperback since.
The formatting is great, the pricing is great. Electronic versions are convenient. Maybe it’s true what I’ve been hearing: the printed word is an endangered species. Well, duh, right? So I suppose my music collection will be next (yes, I still buy CDs, sigh). You can teach an old dog new tricks, but let’s not get carried away. One thing at a time, eh?
is a storyteller, and a transcript editor. She's also a Romans 8:28 kind of Jewish girl ...