"A Mystical Journey - Bound By Love"

Have you ever had something happen to you, that no matter how hard you try, you can't explain it, or refer it to some movie you had seen or a book you have read? This is where I was yesterday when both my husband and I realized that on Sunday, May 6th, 2012 will mark our 20th Anniversary, but yet it feels like we have just met with a new sense of purpose and a new bond that signifies our new chapter of life -Together. I know I wasn't dreaming, however I felt as through I had been or was. Most of our marriage, I have been the one in and out of hospitals, clinics and have undergone various preventative procedures for my medical care. This time the shoe is on the other foot...my husbands. As we walk the road together to relive the memories, good and bad, of his time in Desert Shield and Desert Storm, I have found that when we are together, we can overcome anything and this journey will not be any different. We've almost fallen victim to situations that have tried to push us onto seperate paths by false truths, until our guardian angels remind us,  - "United We Stand - Divided We Fall" - words to live by.  The only way to describe the day, were the feelings that danced around our spoke words, as if this moment was to be explained in this very manner. I have learned, not to fear the words that find me, express them in the way that they appear and embrace them each time they find us.

The song that I have included is what inspired me to bring my words into reality. I don't know what it is, just something about the music, the melody the words. Words and melody go together and that is what makes us sing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJUCpBx_o-I

Curtains - Peter Gaberiel and Jack Wall

"A Mystical Journey - Bound By Love"

By: Stacey L. Bolin

She walked alone in the silence on a path of jagged rock lined by a forest of mature trees to either side, walking to a place unknown. Cold icy winds touched with a gentle rain kissed mist falling upon her face. Her skin is blue, she is cold. Her bare feet, so tried, they help her see through the foggy blanket upon the earth that surrounds her to knee level as an image slowly appears before her. A man filled with much compassion and deep confliction.  She speaks the words she fears that harbor within her daily mind. She reveals she will let him go if he needs to discover, himself, a new life, his unknown  until he discovers what he's lost or if he still loves her. He is her unconditional love, he is her heart, and he is her soul.

His hands warm, his arms strong as he pulls her into him and with a simple serious smile he looks for the answer to the words he sets free from his thoughts - "You couldn't live without me." Her face against his, her voice allows only the sounds of whispers through her tears - "You are so very right. Physically maybe, mentally I would be destroyed." Their embrace tightens, her fears fall aside to bring her soul to life. The painful words, painful thoughts, are free. He smiles as they walk, the wet air grows warm and dry as the cold colors of blue, grey and black begin to change to brown, mossy greens and sky blue. The rays of golden sunlight cast away the mist revealing a path of smooth flat rocks and the brilliance of orange roses lead on a journey, the journey a new. With each step her body begins to warm, her feet - revived There is peace; there is comfort, a bond like none other. This is not death, this is a life, a new beginning, answers revealed. It is the answers they sought, the answers that had always been there, waiting behind the questions never asked. A continued choice bound by love – Till death do us part.

"Bellows in the Mist" Sneak peak - Due out 2012

Play music link below for full effect. ENJOY!
Please note that the title: Bellows in the Mist" has had a title change to "Deemed Crazy" due out 2012.
"Bellows in the Mist" By Stacey L. Bolin
 Copyright August 2011 All rights reserved

                                              PROLOGUE

“What is wrong with me” she thought. With each cautious step she took around the room, she kept hearing his voice in her mind.  She knew what he told her and she heard him loud and clear – She was never to go there alone, it wasn’t safe.  Her breathing became labored as she tried to anticipate what was lurking within the mist that was slowly entombing the cabin.  Something or someone was out there walking around, and her instinct was screaming for her to get out of there - fast!  Suddenly there was a loud crack, like the sound of a limb breaking from the old oak tree near the front porch that sent a cold, bitter chill of uneasiness through her body. Fear had certainly gotten its grips on her and it had no intentions of letting her go. 

“How can a person with such a passion for horror movies and haunted houses, be such a scaredy-cat?” She muttered to herself.  “Hiding in this place won’t be easy with such an extremely open concept, and hiding in one of the three bedrooms, I’ll be found for sure.” The sound of her breathing, and the endless tick, tick, tick, of the clock was all that filled the air.  Feeling crazed and wanting to protect herself, she grabbed a fire poker from the utensil display on the hearth. Whatever and whoever it was, was going to get a big surprise.

“Maybe it was Jon, maybe he had followed her up here, or someone told him she was going to Bellow Falls.” She wanted so much to think it was Jon and this would be the one and only time she’d be looking forward to an argument.  Heavy footsteps slowly made their way to the front door. She stood there, paralyzed with the horror of what was on the other side of the door. The knob was tried, but she had been smart enough to lock it.

“They can’t get in without a key.” She thought with a small sense of relief, until she heard the sound of metal rattling in the key hole and then a click - the door was unlocked. “Please go away, please, God, make them go away.” She whispered and whimpered.

She’d seen horror movies when zombies and murderers had been bludgeoned to death by a fire poker, so why can’t she do the same, especially if her life was in danger. “I’ve got to hide.”

Trying to make her body smaller and undetectable as possible, she crouched into a fetal position on her legs as close to the floor as she could, but stayed in the dark shadow down by the edge of the couch, while constantly keeping a firm grip on her make shift weapon. The door slowly opened letting the rays of pale light from the full moon filter in through the mist silhouetting the image that stood in the doorway.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?  I saw a light on earlier.  You can’t fool me anymore. Hello?”

She knew the voice, but still feared revealing herself. “I am such an idiot.” She thought. “I’m told never to come up here alone, that it wasn’t safe, but what do I do? I do it anyways, and now I’m hiding, in total fear, in a place that doesn’t belong to me.  What the blazes was I thinking?”

“Look I know someone is in here, I suggest you show yourself!  RIGHT NOW!  I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it!”

Against her better judgment, but knowing she was going to be found sooner or later, she pulled herself up and stood near the couch.

“So, it is you.” The tone of voice was filled with sheer disgust and agitation. Do you know how much trouble you have caused!  What kind of person does this to people! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”

Sweat began to bead across her forehead as she watched the moonlight dance across the polished barrel of the gun. Something told her, that her wrought iron poker was the wrong choice of protection.

“I should have done this a long time ago! I must have been out of my mind to think you’d just fade away on your own. But no you kept on, phone calls, letters, and text messages! The lies…all the LIES! You didn’t know when to quit! Hurting everyone! Including ME!”  The voice had changed it was different, almost sinister and she knew that she needed to do something, anything or someone was going to get hurt.

“Why are you treating me this way?” She screamed as her heart began to pound deep and hard inside her chest as she watched the barrel of the gun begin to rise up towards her. “We both wanted this!” “It was not just me! Please NO! PLEASE!  I PROMISE! I’LL GO AWAY…PLEASE!”

***

The lake was still as the moon cast its reflection upon the partially misty covered water. The forest would have seemed frozen in time if not for the occasional sounds of an owl that would fill the late night air. All was peaceful and serene as it has always been in Bellow Falls. Suddenly the sound of a single gunshot filled the air and echoed repeatedly across the water towards the water fall. Birds screeched as they flew briskly out of their nests, while the sounds of unknown animals running frantically through the forest indicated they were trying to flee the unknown danger.  The forest was crazy for a few short moments, then just as quickly as it had become chaotic; things once again, became tranquil.

           

Photo by: Allison "Nikki" Greever  Pasadena, Maryland
This photo and the music below was my inspiration.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfj3EG1qZRU&feature=related

Adak, Alaska - Forever in my Dreams.

Well I guess today is going to be a day of reminiscing. I have often wondered, if my husband, now of 19 years, and I had not gotten married when we met on Adak, what would have happened to us. Last night I think I was shown an answer. As many of you who know me or have read my book, I have times where I will fall into a twilight sleep and experience very vivid dreams on a multitude of topics.  I'd like to think that last nights dream episode just might hold some of the answers to a long time of "What Ifs."

In my dream, I am on Adak Island in Alaska, and I am still in the military, but in my dream my honey and me are unable to marry.  But I had made him a promise to find his birth family. (Which that part is true, I did make this promise and kept it.)  In my dream I also keep this promise and that is what keeps our connection together. We talk on the phone constantly and I end up going to California to see him and we realize there, that we want to be together and go home to where he lives and get married. Could this have worked that way?  It sounds much more complicated, and I have to say, OK, thanks for the dream - dream fairy, but I like how our love really came together. I wouldn't have asked for it any other way. It was meant to be. Whether people approved or not.

I dream about Adak a lot. I can see the people, I can hear the sound of the wind, I can feel the excitement of dancing with Ron when our love was still not expressed to one another, and we so wanted to share how we felt. There is just something about that little island that I feel I must go back, but everyone says, "Oh Stacey, you can't go back as it would never be the same."  Yes, OK, the island is no longer run by the Military, but that is not what draws me back.  The island just has this power over many of us that where there. I'm sure I could get a few people to share their stories about the island on this post. I guess all I can say...It's magic, and I found my love of a lifetime there. I got pregnant with my first son there, when I was told by Doctor's that I couldn't have kids. Humm? one word...Magic. (smile) So why are we supposed to go back? I don't know, but what I do know, is that I feel like the Jack character on the televison show "Lost". Maybe the men and women of the Seabee's have the answer to giving this island new life.  In the meantime below is a link that shows the life and times of our little island and all its beauty and sense of family.  Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0ixwoYZjMM&feature=share
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhF2wbiXDO8&feature=related

Temptation Tuesday

I woke up this Morning full of ideas for my newest book entitled: "Bellows in the Mist".  It's a Murder, Mystery Suspense, and Thriller, which I was inspired to write about when a person I knew got caught in a lover’s triangle. Now whether the triangle was intimate or not, that I'll never know, but just the idea of someone caught up in a situation like this, does wild things for a uniquely different type of mind, like mine, to add a creative twist to their fictional writing. I have quite the imagination and it can run rapid when the writing atmosphere is just right. My husband tells me that I watch too many "LMN" (Lifetime Movie Network) shows. Little does he know that I get my greatest inspiration and ideas when just listening and watching people.  I can't tell you how many conversations I have overhead just being at a restaurant and a couple behind us, is having a small spat and believes that they are the only ones that can hear what they are saying. Sometimes I'd love to turn around and politely say to them, "Excuse me. I just want to say that I can hear what you fighting about and I want to thank you. I just figured out how to write chapter 23 in my book." and then give them a wink.

There has been other times when we have been with friends out dancing and you over hear someone on their cell phone trying to assure the person, on the other end of the phone, that they love them and will be home soon, while at the same time they keep rolling their eyes and telling the lover of the evening to keep quite.  (Come on, I know you have seen this before. You don't have to be dancing or at a bar to witness this...Heck I've see this happen in Grocery Store before.)Hum? Is this being deceptive? Maybe it is, and then again maybe it's not? I don't ever get the facts of what was really going on, for all I know it's all innocent and they were talking to their mother who is in town who wants to spend more time with family. On the other hand, it could be a spouse that is tired of being lied too. Who knows, but what I do know... it does spark the brain to come up with some outrageous, off the wall, I can't believe you would think of that, type of twisted plots that result in one heart shocking outcome. My inspiration to add places and descriptions that are the surroundings of my characters, come from many things throughout my life, both past and present. Then having the right music playing as I sit before my computer, brings the words from my soul to my fingers to then type it into my windows program, and before I know it the words are alive in front me. So as you have probably already realized, the Chapter I am in the process of editing right now, is about a woman scorned and her plans for revenge.

This makes the title of today’s blog, “Temptation Tuesday” an excellent choice of words. But don't be fooled folks, I heard you, "Wow, did she just tell us what the book is about and who did it?"  No, I didn't do any such thing. I promise you....You'll never in a million years believe who did it. To me, there is nothing better than giving the reader a great read with the shock of shockers in the end.