Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thank You to our troops


The Soldier
It is the soldier, not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the soldier, not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the soldier, not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the soldier,
who salutes the flag,
who serves under the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag,
who allows the protester to burn the flag.

By Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC

Monday, April 26, 2010

The Mason Jar Parable- RT here I come!

A philosophy professor stood before her class at the end of the year with a table full of somewhat odd items. She began class by filling up a very large, empty mason jar with rocks from a sack on the table. As she topped of the jar, with some rocks spilling over the side, she then asked the students if the jar was full. They all answered that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of small pebbles and poured them into the jar, shaking it lighty to allow the pebbles to meander into the open spaces between the rocks. She asked again if the jar was full. They again agreed it was, but some, sensing she wasn't quite done, said "Well, not really."

The professor then picked up cannister of sand and poured it into the jar until all the openings between the rocks and pebbles had been filled. "Now you could say it's full," said the professor. "And I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the big, important things: your family, your partner, your health, your friends, your children - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still seem full."

"The pebbles are the other things that matter, such as your job, your home, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff."

"Now think of this: If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time, space and energy on the smaller stuff, you will never have room for the things that should truly matter to you."

"So be attentive to the things that are crucial to your happiness. Play with your children and spend time with them. Don't neglect your health. Take your partner out dining and dancing. Be there for your friends."

"There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, run errands, and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

The students were speechless and all agreed it was a great year-end life lesson.

But suddenly one student asked about the bottle of beer still the table. "Ah," the professor smiled and poured a bottle of beer into the jar. It went in just fine, being soaked up through the sand, and truly made the jar full."Its here to drive home the point there's always time for a cold beer with friends."
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I love this lesson in prioriies parable! And I find it fitting to reflect on as I get readyto head to the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. I will spend the next few days replenishing the muse and honing my craft and sharing many a laugh and cold beverage with friends.

HUGS!
Mari

Saturday, January 02, 2010

No Kiss Blogfest & a 4 Star RT Review


Hello All, I hope you had the merriest of holidays and find all kinds of prosperity in the new year. We received a fantastic email as a Christmas prezzie. Sapphire Sizzle, the print anthology in which Winning Bess is found, received a 4 Star review from Romantic Times Magazine. Always great to hear when someone enjoys your story! The review and advertisement will be in the Febuary issue.

Looking for a way to celebrate, I noticed some authors on twitter were participating in a "No Kiss Blogfest" posting scenes where that kiss almost happens but...Look here for the info and participants Frankie Writes

So below is a No Kiss scene from Winning Bess, (set up-- the night before Colm had suggested he fight for money to help Bess' dream of leaving Five Point NYC come true, the year is 1847)



“I’ve been thinking about this fighting you mentioned. I do miss sunlight that warms a body and rainfall that refreshes the air.” She hesitated before voicing her objections.

“I know you do.” The muscles in his arm tensed beneath her hand.

“But I don’t want any more bloodshed surrounding my life, Colm. I’ve lost too much to it. I won’t lose…” she bit back you too, “any more. So if you are going to do this fighting I won’t be party to it. You’ve done enough for us already.” Her chin lifted to its stubborn stance and she took a definitive step away from the shelter of his side. Chilled air rushed between them, made her shiver. Made her ache to move right back next to him. She held her ground.

Colm slowed his gait and glanced down at her. “It wasn’t just for your dreams, Bess. I have my own to see to.” The determined fix of his jaw and flare of his nostrils made her heart race.

“Your dreams?” was all she could voice, the blue of his eyes stole her breath.

“My dreams.” He looked ahead again.

The first evidence of green appeared as Washington Square opened before them. It was a small respite in the city but you could already feel new buildings encroaching on it. The Rhinelander’s estate loomed on the other side.

“What are your dreams, Colm?” He never said one word about wanting anything. He never said many words at all.

“I’d rather not speak them aloud.” He stopped and faced her, “But when I achieve them you’ll be the first to know.”

The tone in his voice made all curiosity, all protest lodge in her throat. Unruly black curls swept across his face. Dark blue eyes held her gaze. It was a look that thrilled and terrified her. It made heat flood her insides, made her want to press her lips to his, press her entire body to him.

“Colm…” Her body leaned in. A bell clanged, announcing the approach of the day’s first omnibus. On a quick intake of air she pulled away.

Colm cleared his throat. “We’d better quicken our steps. We don’t want you to be late.” They made their way through the park and around to the servants’ entrance.


Winning Bess
ISBN 9781419918629
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Winning Bess Copyright © 2008 Marissa Alwin

HAPPY NEW YEAR
Remember to fight for your heart's desire.
Mari

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Edible Aphrodisiacs


Rissa and I are in the midst of writing a short story where chocolate has a major role. It was chosen not only because we both love it but because it’s been proven to enhance romance. I have quite a collection of articles about edible aphrodisiacs. Whether they work or not is up to the consumer. But enhancing the libido by the suggestion in your mind couldn’t hurt.

Just added a few new studies to my collection, so as you prepare a holiday meal for that certain someone, keep these in mind.

Of Course chocolate is in there! Women love it for a reason, guys!

"According to Italian researchers, women who eat chocolate regularly have a better sex life than those who deny themselves the treat. Those consuming the sugary snack had the highest levels of desire, arousal and satisfaction from sex."

Chocolate stimulates endorphin production, which gives a feeling of pleasure. The same endorphins produced by kissing. Dark chocolate also contains serotonin, which acts as an anti-depressant and it contains theobromine, caffeine and other substances which are stimulants.

The Journal of Sexual Medicine concurs with the Italian study- people who consume at least one cube of dark chocolate a day experience greater desire and enjoy love making more than those who don’t.

Looking for a Mixer for those drinks? Go Pomegranate!

According to UCLA scientists, this blood red juice gets the real blood flowing! It’s rich in antioxidants that increase blood flow much the way Viagra does. No prescription needed!

Need a side dish when someone special is coming for dinner? Asparagus!

According to the co-author of Great Food, Great Sex (awesome book to have btw!) this long juicy green plant can steam things up! Asparagus has a chemical, Protodioscin, which has been shown to boost arousal.

Yes I share these studies with my husband *g* I get more chocolate as surprise gifts. And just seeing one of the foods or drinks included with our meal…*eg*

Now I leave you with my yearly tribute to my favorite chocolate candy… How Do You Eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup?

I place it up to my mouth. My lips softly caress the side as they part. I gently nip the edges until all the ridges have been grazed. The sensuous aroma of peanut butter blended with chocolate teases me. My eyes drift closed. My mouth moistens. I open for more. I ache to taste it, to take it inside me and devour it. With a hungry moan I draw it into the warmth of my mouth. I press it to the arched top. My tongue holds it in place as it slowly, forcefully, undulates against the underside. I suck and swallow the decadent union of chocolate and peanut butter until nothing is left except the extreme desire for more.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Impromptu Friday 13 on Mistletoe


A while back I researched Mistletoe for an article and have recently put my findings to use in a WIP. So here are some things I learned:

1. Mistletoe does not root in soil but grows in the branches of trees. It relies on the support of a host tree to gather nutrients and water. Until the plant has its own leaves and can make food through photosynthesis. It bears its berries during winter solstice.

2. In the first century, the Druids believed that mistletoe could perform miracles, from providing fertility to humans and animals to healing diseases and protecting people from witchcraft. The Druids would cut mistletoe off oak trees in a special ceremony five days after the new moon following the winter solstice. The Druids believed that the mistletoe would become contaminated if it touched the ground, so they used a special white cloth to catch it. The Druids then sacrificed two white bulls while prayers were said, and priests gave out the mistletoe sprigs to the people, who believed they would then be kept safe from evil spirits and storms.

3. No one loves a party like the ancient Romans, and their festival of Saturnalia is one of the most documented celebrations of the Winter Solstice. This week-long bacchanal included exchanging of gifts, lots of food and wine, dancing and music. Slaves got the week off work, courts were closed, and all kinds of debauchery took place. This festival honored Saturn, of course, and he was an agricultural god. To keep him happy, fertility rituals took place under the mistletoe. Today, we don't quite go that far under our mistletoe (at least not usually) but it does explain where the kissing tradition comes from.

4. In Norse mythology, (rambling explanation) Baldr, son of Frigga and a mortal, was killed by an arrow made of mistletoe. Frigga goddess of love had said if anything of the earth or elements killed her son she would destroy all living things. They took an oath not to kill him. Because Mistletoe grows on trees and not in the earth it wasn’t part of the oath. The Norse gods and Baldr played war games because nothing could kill him. Loki made the arrow of mistletoe and tricked Hoder to use it. It killed Baldr. Frigga’s tears turned the berries from red to white. When the god of the underworld heard of Loki’s deceit he returned Baldr’s soul. Frigga took mistletoe into her keeping; making it an instrument of Love. It could no longer kill Baldr. She kissed all who passed beneath it in thanks for Baldr coming back to life. (Starting the symbolism of kissing beneath the mistletoe as a sign of love,)

5. The correct mistletoe etiquette stemming from Victorian times is the woman should be cought unawares under the mistletoe. The man approaches and requests a kiss if granted he removes one berry when he kisses a woman. When all the berries are gone, there's no more kissing permitted underneath that plant.

6. One legend states that a couple who kisses underneath mistletoe will have good luck, but a couple neglecting to perform the ritual will have bad luck. Specifically, it is believed that a couple kissing under the mistletoe ensure themselves of marriage and a long, happy life, while an unmarried woman not kissed under the mistletoe will remain single for another year.
7. Maidens placed a sprig of mistletoe under her pillow to dream of the man she would marry.

8.. Burning a sprig of mistletoe foretold the type of marriage. A steady flame a happy marriage would follow. Flickle sputtering flames indicated an unhappy marriage.

9. Mistletoe is also a symbol of peace. Enemies that meet under it are sworn to lay down their arms embrace and call a truce til the next day. This probably links mistletoe to the Christmas season too.

10. Leaves and young twigs are used by herbalists, and it is popular in Europe, especially in Germany, for treating circulatory and respiratory system problems.

11. The sticky juice of mistletoe berries was used as adhesive to trap small animals or birds. In South Africa it is called "Bird lime" in English and voelent in Afrikaans. A handful of ripe fruits are chewed until sticky, and the mass is then rubbed between the palms of the hands to form long extremely sticky strands which are then coiled around small thin tree branches where birds perch. When a bird lands on this it gets stuck to the branch and is then easy to catch by hand.

12. The herb was used historically in Old Europe for treatment of epilepsy and other convulsive nervous disorders, and was used extensively in the 16th and 17th centuries. Mistletoe is a nervine, and a narcotic, that is, it has a profound effect on the nervous system. Eating the berries can cause convulsions in children. Herbalists use Mistletoe Phoradendron flavescens teas slow the pulse and lower blood pressure, treat arthritic pain and snoring. There are valuable medicinal uses for this herb, but there are many safer, less toxic choices to treat the same conditions available to the home herbalist. It may be best to enjoy mistletoe's tradition of decorating our homes in the winter season, and reflecting on it's legendary promise of the return of new life in the spring.

13. Un-tweaked peek at scene using mistletoe:
Grace fiddled with her dance card and tried to stand nonchalantly beneath the mistletoe, as if she had no clue it was there. She blew away a wisp of unruly hair broken free from her coif and noted one white berry remained…one kiss to be had.

She glanced around the room. Samuel Howards made his way towards her. She should be happy he was perfect husband material. He was a choice that would please her father. Still she could not help but be disappointed. And as he moved closer and smiled, she could not help wish the kiss would be given to…

“You seem to be standing beneath the Mistletoe, Grace.”

She looked up into brown eyes flecked with gold…Daniel. Excitement skittered through her. “Am I?”

Friday, December 04, 2009

It's International Hug Day!!!

Happy International Hug Day! I blogged my thoughts on it and celebrating it over at The TRSBLUE Blog. Along with a video about the Free Hug campaign in 2006 with a great song by the Sick Puppies. Stop on by and may your day be filled with all the goodness that comes from a well meant hug!

With your permission
HUGS!!!

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!


Be thankful that you don’t already have
everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be
to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
Because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes,
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary,
Because it means you’ve made an effort.

It’s easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those
who are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they will become your blessings.

~unknown copied from 321greetings

Happy Thanksgiving to you all.
What-ever the road you have travelled,
where-ever the road may lead you now,
may you have many reasons to be thankful in
expected and unexpected places.

HUGS
Mari