Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Trouble with the Yeti ~ The Conclusion


December, Zircon and Santa peered over the snow drift into the Yeti’s cave. They could see the dim light of a fire burning in the back of the cave.

“He must be back there,” said December. “By the fire.”

“Do you think the toys are back there with him?” asked Santa.

“Not sure,” said December. “I found my comb in a drawer nowhere near the back of the cave.”

“It would be hard to miss,” said Zircon.

December let out a big sigh. “Well, let’s do this. We’re wasting time and Santa still has to make his deliveries. I know he’s fast, but I’m not about to let one kid go without a toy this Christmas.”

The three crept around the snow bank and started searching for Santa’s big bag of toys.

“It’s not up here,” whispered December. “I’ll go deeper, see if I can find it without letting the Yeti know I’m here.”

“Be careful,” cautioned Zircon. “He’s mean.”

December gave her friend a rub on the nose. “Nothing a big brave polar bear like you can’t handle. If you hear me scream, come running.”

December quietly advanced toward the back of the cave. She could feel the warmth of the fire and hear its crackle, but there was something else. It almost sounded like the wind, but December knew there was no wind in the cave. As she got closer she realized it was humming. The Yeti was humming Christmas carols.

Crouching behind a big rock, December peeked at the Yeti. As he hummed he hung three huge dirty stockings over the giant fire place. A large pine tree, decorated with pinecones and red fall leaves, sat in the corner. The Yeti turned and grabbed a toy out of Santa’s bag and placed it gently in the stocking, repeating the gesture with each sock.

December’s eyes widened as she realized what was going on. The Yeti had children and he was setting up for Christmas!

She glanced at Santa’s bag, sitting right next to the Yeti’s foot. There was no way she could sneak it away from him. There was only one other choice.

Standing tall, she approached the Yeti. “I’m sorry but that doesn’t belong to you.”

The Yeti turned and let out a fierce roar, but December held her ground.

“I can see you have children and that you just want them to have a good Christmas, but by stealing Santa’s bag you’ve ensured that a lot of other children have a bad one. Can you imagine the faces of the boys and girls when they wake up tomorrow to find Santa has left them nothing?”

The Yeti frowned and then with a quizzical “purr” pointed to what appeared to be door leading to another room. December decided it was the room where his children slept.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said. “You can keep a gift for each child, but you must give me Santa’s bag so all the other children can receive a toy as well.”

The Yeti folded his arms and pouted. December shook her head. “Isn’t this a good deal? Everyone will get Christmas.”

December felt a hand on her shoulder. “I think I know what’s going on,” said Santa, Zircon behind him. “How old are your children, Yeti?”

The Yeti held up four long hairy fingers.

“And in all that time, I never brought them a toy.” Santa bowed his head. “I’m very sorry, Yeti, I never meant to leave you and your children out of the spirit of Christmas. From now on I will make sure every good child, human or not, has a toy waiting for them Christmas morning.”

Santa wiggled his nose and the Yeti’s cave transformed into a Christmas haven, with twinkle lights, holy wreaths and candy galore sitting on the table. The Yeti clapped his hands and hugged Santa.

“Ho, ho, ho,” laughed Santa. “Now, may I have my bag?”

The Yeti jogged across the room and retrieved Santa’s bag.

“Now Yeti,” said December. “You only get gifts from Santa if you’re a good boy and stealing things from other people is not good.”

The Yeti bowed his head in shame, then snapped it up. Raising his right hand, he growled something that sounded like an oath to never steal again.

 ****

Many years have passed since the Christmas that almost wasn’t and the fox kits still tell the tale of how December and her giant polar bear, Zircon, braved the Yeti to saved Christmas.

 

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Native American Animla Symbol

 Native American Animal Symbol ~
If you were born from Dec 22 - Jan 19 then you are a Goose!

If you want something done - give it to the Goose. Persevering, dogged, and ambitious to a fault, the Goose sets goals for accomplishment, and always obtains them. The goose is determined to succeed at all cost - not for the approval of other - but those with this Native American animal symbol competes with his/her own internal foe. Driven is the watchword for the Goose's dominating personality trait - which makes them excellent in business and competitive sports. When tempered with supportive, nurturing family and friends, the Goose excels in all things he/she attempts. In a loving environment the Goose can be very passionate, humorous, gregarious, and even sensual. However, lead to his/her own devises, the Goose may fall into obsessive or addictive behaviors that will inevitably be his/her demise.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Trouble with the Yeti - Part 4


“Oh no!” cried Santa. “The toys.”

December bowed her head. “Santa, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should’ve never let the Yeti get my comb in the first place.”

Zircon tilted his head. “How did the Yeti get your comb? It’s always in your hair.”

December leaned against Santa’s sleigh and sighed. “I was playing hide and seek with the fox kits. Father has told me I’m too old for these games, but I couldn’t help myself. The turquoise comb kept giving my hiding places away, so I took it off. I thought I put it in my pocket, but I will admit I was distracted.”

Santa patted December on the shoulder. “It’s not your fault, the Yeti should’ve never taken what wasn’t his in the first place.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Santa, but it doesn’t get your toys back,” said December.  She groaned. “All those poor boys and girls. I’ve ruined Christmas.”

“We can’t let that happen, December,” said Zircon. “We must do something.”

December jerked her head up. “You’re right, we have to get the toys back.”

“How are you going to do that?” asked Santa.

“I know where the Yeti lives,” explains December. “That’s how I got my comb back.”

“Yes, but I almost lost my tail doing so,” said Zircon. “We might not be so lucky next time.”

“We don’t have a choice,” said December. “We must save Christmas.”

Thursday, December 19, 2013

In Memory of my Daughter, Anna


 The Newest Angel
          By C. L. Collar
 
Dedicated to my sweet beautiful Angel, Anna Michelle Collar.
We all Love & Miss you...
Anna Michelle Collar  Aug. 26, 1980 ~ Dec. 22, 2004    

The softly glowing orb floated through the dark, silent night.  Her light rivaled that of the moon.  She was told she could not go.  She could not make this trip from heaven to Earth.  She was too young, too newly an angel, but in her heart she knew she had to come.  It would be her first Christmas away from her earthly family and she must be there.  They had to know that she was all right. That she was happy and a part of her would always be with them.  The new angel wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish this, but she was determined and with the help of God, he would help her, he’d understand, she would find a way.
She floated looking for any sign that she was in the right place.  Her journey had disoriented her a bit and she really wasn’t accustomed to her new form.  The frozen ground reflected her glow, lighting her way through the brisk night. She did not feel the cold.  The glowing warmth that God had bestowed upon her filled her whole being.
There it was, her earthly home.  No Christmas lights outside this year.  The sight saddened her a little.  Her mother loved Christmas and always decorated the house and yard with thousands of brilliant lights.  The Nativity Scene hadn’t even been set out.  But she understood why.  Her family really didn’t feel the Christmas joy this year because they were missing her.
Determined to let them know that she was gloriously happy, she slipped into the house.  A dream vision would be the easiest way to talk to them.  Her grandpa’s sister, Shellia had passed at the tender age of nine.  She had become the new angel’s very special friend and taught her a few simple angel tricks, how to pass through walls and not knock herself out in the process, how to make things glow and how to enter a dream.  The new angel said a silent prayer.  Please God help me get this right.  Her inner glow grew a little warmer.  She smiled.  He was with her on her quest.
She floated to her parent’s bedroom.  The sadness and grief almost knocked her down.  She must fight her way past this.  She had been warned this would be her biggest enemy in getting through to them.
“It will be all right.  I am with you.  I will give you the strength you need.”
The voice softly blended with her whole being.  Fortified, she bolted forward, through the fog of despair that barred the entry into the room.
First, would be her mom.  She would be easier to reach.  Her mind was open to the thought that her daughter would contact her in some way.  Her mom had prayed for it.  The new angel pausing studied her mother’s face.  Dark circles appeared under her eyes, evidence of unending tears that had been shed.  Yes, this was the right thing to do.  She must vanish the doubt in her mother’s mind.  Softly she hovered over her mom’s heart.  She had already planned the dream that would be implanted there.  Her thought formed and pushed its way gently in, a glowing white angel with feathery wings, basking in a brilliant light and her smiling face looking into her mother’s eyes.  The young angel watched as her mother’s grief lifted a little and a smile spread on her lips.
She drifted to her dad.  She knew he would be more difficult.  He was trying so hard to be the strong one.  As always, he thought he had to be the rock for all to lean on.  She felt his enormous pain.  He held inside all of his suffering and grief.  It was so vast.  She knew she had to push her way past and find the soft spot underneath.  Try as she might, her thoughts would not break through.  What would she do now?  The soft, calm voice was back.
“You must enter his heart.  I will help you.”
With a surge of light, the new angel battled through the hard shield her father and built.  Thump, thump, she was in!  She had thought about his dream very carefully.  It had to be simple, yet strong enough for him to believe.  The thought formed.  A blue sky covered with dark clouds.  The clouds represented her fears and problems on earth.  Now the clouds would part to a blazing sun, her bright new world.  He was a being of nature and would understand this dreams’ meaning.  Struggling back through the shield, she forced her way out.   She watched as his face transformed from tension and strain into a state of satisfied calmness.
Hovering above her parents, she soaked in their love.  She hated to go, but her work here was done.  If she stayed any longer, it would be harder for them to move on.
“I will visit you often,” she whispered drifting out of the room.
She paused at the sight of the familiar Christmas tree standing in its usual spot in the living room.  She took in all of the homemade ornaments and twinkling lights.  Her eyes followed them to the top, where she knew the beautiful Christmas Angel would stand.  Oh no!  Something was wrong.  The Christmas Angel's candles, held in her hands were not lit!  This just wouldn’t do!
“Here is my Christmas present to all of you,” she said.  The candles began to glow then blossomed into a brilliant light. “Merry Christmas!  I love you all dearly!”
Floating back to heaven, the new angel felt a great worry lift from her soul.  She knew her message had gotten through.  Now she must move on to her new life.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Trouble with the Yeti - Part 3


“We killed Santa,” Zircon said, eyes low to the ground.

December’s hand flew to her mouth as she whispered, “No.”

Just then she heard a low groan coming from Santa’s direction. “Zircon he’s alive!”

December ran to Santa and put her check to his mouth. She smiled at Zircon. “He’s breathing.” She turned back to Santa. “Are you okay, Santa? It’s me, December.”

“December?” Santa’s eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know what happened. I was just heading out to deliver the toys to the good boys and girls and then there was a freak blizzard. Usually, my reindeer can fly right through them but this one was different. I was trying to land when something hit me.”

“I’m afraid that was us,” said December, helping Santa sit up. “We were running from the Yeti and I had to conjure a blizzard for us to escape. I’m so sorry. I had completely forgot it was the 24th.”

Santa patted December’s shoulder. “It’s okay dear, please help me up.”

December grabbed Santa’s arm and helped him to his feet. The two surveyed the scene.

“Ho, ho, ho, this is a pickle,” said Santa, checking his reindeer. “It will take a while to get them untangled.” He patted Vixon on the nose. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you guys out in a jiffy. Let me just check on the rest.”

Vixon gave a low grunt that apparently Santa took as an okay, because he turned to look at his bag. “Oh dear, this is not good. The toys are everywhere and most are broken. There will be a lot of unhappy children this Christmas.”

“Oh no,” said Zircon. “I’ve ruined Christmas!” He started to cry.

December comforted her polar bear friend. “No, Zircon, we will fix this in no time.”

She started chanting to the sky and soon the aurora borealis surrounded Santa and his sleigh. The reindeer were instantly untangled, as the toys flew through the air, being magically fixed before landing softly into Santa’s mended bag.

“There we go,” said December, smiling. “We have righted our wrong.”

“Ho, ho, ho!” laughed Santa. “We best be on our way.”

Just then a fierce roar pierce the sky. December, Santa, and Zircon turned just in time to see the Yeti grab Santa’s bag and run away.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Trouble with the Yeti ~ Part 2


December clung tightly to Zircon’s fur as he bounded quickly through the snow drifts. She could hear the Yeti’s fierce roar and knew he was much too close for comfort.

The yeti swung for Zircon’s back end, but the polar bear was too quick, dodging just out of the way.

“Faster, Zircon, please!” called December.

“I’m trying, December, the yeti is a lot quicker than I remember,” said Zircon.

The yeti dove for the couple, but Zircon dodged him again. The yeti tumbled but landed on his feet and kept running.

“Will this monster ever stop?” gasped Zircon with heavy breath.

“I think I can help,” said December.

With great skill, December reached up and thread the turquoise comb threw her hair. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see the Yeti was just feet away. It wouldn’t be long before he could leap on the two of them.

Lifting both arms over her head, she reached toward the sky and began chanting in her native language. The sky filled with the reds, greens and blues of the aurora borealis. The louder she chanted the more vivid the colors. December shouted to the sky and the aurora borealis’ colors turned to clouds swirling a blizzard of snow around the Yeti causing him to run right into a drift.

“Keep going Zircon,” December encouraged. “We can lose him now if you run swiftly enough.”

December chanted to the aurora borealis again and colors surrounded Zircon. The bear put his head down as he felt the power of the northern lights and picked up speed. He barreled so quickly through the snow he barely saw the red sleigh before he collided with it.

December flew through the air as Zircon hit the sleigh and landed roughly in a snow bank. Digging herself out of the snow, she leapt to her feet. “Zircon! Where are you? Are you alright?”

“Over here,” called Zircon.

December rushed to her friend, who sat by the overturned sleigh looking dazed. She checked him over looking for injuries.

Zircon shook her off. “I’m fine, December, really. But I’m not sure about that guy.”

December finally took in the scene as a whole. Eight reindeer sat tangled in the reins of the overturned sleigh. A large burlap bag was slit open on its side, spilling out a number of toys.  And just below the toys lay a man, white beard and hair, wearing a red suit.

December’s hand flew up to her mouth before she ran to the man. “Santa?”

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Trouble with the Yeti - Part 1


December peeked over the snow bank and watched the Yeti rummage around in his cave. He picked through mounds of treasures he had stolen over the years. Whether it be a golden crown or a sewing table, if the Yeti wanted it, he took it, just as he had done with her turquoise comb.

Most people would’ve let the comb go, calling it a lost cause. But her turquoise comb controlled the power of the aurora borealis and in the wrong hands would be quite deadly. If the Yeti figured out what the comb actually did he would use its power to make it winter all year. And as much as December loved winter, she knew most of her sisters wouldn’t appreciate being without their seasons. There were four seasons for a reason, to create balance. Without that balance many lives would be lost.

December pulled her white coat tighter trying to ward off the cold. She didn’t dare cast a body heating spell for fear the Yeti would sense the unusual warmth in a place where it is always cold, the North Pole.

She heard loud crunching in the snow and turned, her spear raised against the possible attack. She lowered it quickly as a huge polar bear rounded the corner.

“Zircon, you scared the life out of me. I thought you were the Yeti,” December whispered.

Zircon stood on two legs, showing his full height. “That Yeti has nothing on me. Besides he smells like a wet skunk and I’d like to think I smell like roses. That is if I knew what roses smelled like.”

“Get down,” scolded December. “No matter how you smell, he’ll see you.”

Zircon dropped to four paws. “What are you doing up here, December? And why aren’t you cloaked in your warmness spell?”

“The Yeti stole my turquoise comb,” answered December.

“Not the Turquoise Comb!” Zircon gasped.

December peeked over the drift again, noticing the Yeti was gone. “Yes, the very one and now I must get it back.”

“No, wait,” protested Zircon, but it was too late. December had already rounded the corner and entered the Yeti’s cave.

She quickly searched through drawers of random desks and chests until she found her comb. “Got it!”

No sooner had she said the word, when a ferocious roar came from the back of the cave.

December quickly hopped onto Zircon’s back. “Run!”


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ The Conclusion


Within an hour Citrine had gathered an army of animals. November took in the cornucopia of warriors and beasts and nodded. “This will do.”

“What now?” asked Badger.

“Have your people gather all your extra food, seeds, items you know will help them as they make their homes as your neighbors.” November took a deep breath. “Then, I will go and speak with the people who have come upon your shores. I’m sure they are just as afraid as you are, so since my appearance is more like their own, it is my hope that I can speak with them without being shot at.”

Badger stepped forward. “I can’t let you do that. I told you they’re already killed one of my warriors. It is too dangerous.”

November laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I will be okay. I have faith that my father put me here for a reason, to show that there is something greater than magic.”

“What is that?” asked Badger.

November smiled. “Kindness.”

*****

Just before sunset November walked toward the new settlement. In her arms she carried a basket full of corn, salted fish, and an assortment of fruits and vegetables from Badger’s people. Her heart pounded against her chest so hard, she was sure it would leave her body.

She took a moment to steady herself before entering the clearing where the settlement. She knew Badger and the animals were just behind her in case thing went bad, but she had never been without her magic before.

November shook her head. It didn’t matter, for the sake Badger’s people this had to be done. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the settlement. For the second time in a day, November stood with weapons pointed at her.

“I come here with tidings of peace from the native people who live on this land. They do not wish to harm you and it is my hope that you don’t want to harm them. In this basket is food to help you get through the winter. If you accept this generous gift, then the leader of the native people will come and speak with your leader to work out an arrangement of sharing the land.”

November stood motionless, she knew she only had another few minutes before Citrine and Badger came rushing in to save her. If that happened there would be a war.

“Lower your weapons,” came a voice from behind. “She comes bearing food, not weapons.”

A gentleman made his way through the crowd as the people lowered their weapons. He took November’s basket, handing it to a woman behind him and grabbed November’s hands with both of his. “We thank you for generous gift. Please, we’ve just come in from the hunt and were blessed with three large turkeys. We would love for the native people to join us in our feast tonight as we give thanks for both our blessings.”

Badger and his people made their way out of the woods and were greeted with smiles and handshakes. Everyone enjoyed the feast and before the night was over, November made her way into the forest. She was greeted by Citrine who nussled her gently.

November rubbed his neck. “Badger’s people will teach the new settlers how to respect your kind.”

“Thank you,” said Citrine.

November smiled at the sound of her friends voice, then slowly disappeared returning to her home land.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ Part 3


“The white man?” November raised an eyebrow.

Badger nodded. “They came upon our shores about thirty days ago. They have sticks that shoot fire. One of our young braves became victim to this fire stick. We do not know how to fight them. I hope you can help with that.”

“Have you tried flying the white flag of peace?” asked November.

“They are just as scared as us as we are of them,” explained Badger. “That’s how our young brave was killed.”

November motioned to the stallion. “And how is Citrine’s threatened?”

“The white man has captured his kind, enslaving them,” said Badger.

November hugged herself as she shivered. “How can I help?”

“I believe,” started Badger, “that you can use your power to calm the white man so we can set some boundaries.”

November shook her head. “I don’t have my powers here.”

Badger’s eyes widened. “You don’t?”

“I tried to talk to Citrine when I got here, but couldn’t hear him. I thought at first it was because I was on mortal grounds, but since then I’ve tried to converse with my father but the connection isn’t there. That tells me I don’t have my magic.”

“Then I’m not sure there is any hope for us.” Badger looked down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said November, a sympathetic smile on her lips. “There is magic everywhere.”

“How do you mean?” asked Badger.

November pointed to a child swaddled in her mother’s arms. “That babe is magic. The flowers and trees are magic. The stallions, fawns and eagles are all magic, just not in the sense of the magic I possess. But magic come from this life. And there is nothing more magical than an aura of peace, with the intent of harmony.”

“So what do we do now?” asked Badger.

“We create a sense of peace so great they can’t ignore it,” said November. She look to Citrine. “Gather all the animals that will come, we’re going to need them all.”
 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Stone Magic History & Lore

 Citrine History & Lore ~


Citrine has been popular for thousands of years and used to be revered for its rarity, though that has changed with time. The ancient Romans used it for beautiful jewelry and intaglio work. It was also very popular for jewelry in the 19th century. During the Art Deco period between World Wars I and II, large citrines were set in many prized pieces, including the massive and elaborate Art Deco inspired jewelry pieces made for big Hollywood stars such as Greta Garbo and Joan Crawford. 
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ Part 2


The warriors held their spears high, all pointed at Citrine. Fear raced through November’s body. She had just met this lovely stallion, there was no way she could let him die.

She placed a soft hand on Citrine’s neck. “It’s okay.”

Walking around the horse, November approached the warriors with her hands raised, partly to show them she was unarmed, partly to be ready to use magic to protect them if necessary.

“I mean you no harm.” November said calmly. “I washed up on your shore. I’m just looking to go home.”

The warriors looked at each other in confusion. November realized they didn’t understand her language. She closed her eyes briefly, extending her mind to theirs to learn their language. With that knowledge she extended her greeting again.

The men lowered their spears, still looking somewhat bemused.

“How do you know our words?” asked a tall warrior. Red paint lined his chest as an intricate design of black lines tattooed his face.

November smiled. “I know many languages.”

“And what of the horse?” asked the man. “He is the deliverer of spiritual awakening and has never protected one of your kind before. Are you some type of witch doctor?”

“I am no witch doctor.” November giggled. “This lovely stallion came to me when I washed up on your shore. My family has always had a connection with nature, especially animals.”

“You are a daughter of Father Sky and Mother Earth?” he asked.

November nodded. “They call me November.”

“I am Badger.” The warrior pointed to himself. “We have asked Father Sky for help. Has he sent you?”

November looked to the sky and mumbled, “You could just tell me next time father, thirty-two days at sea was not necessary.” She turned to Badger. “I will help any way I can.”

She could see Badge shift from nervous to relief. “Come, let’s get you some food and we will discuss our plight.”

Citrine pawed the sand. November smiled.

“It seems my new friend doesn’t want to leave my side. Would it be okay if he comes along?” she asked.

“It’s only fair, there is a threat to all kind, both his and mine,” said Badger.

“What could possibly threaten both species?” asked November.

Badger’s eyes narrowed. “The white man.”



Friday, November 8, 2013

Citrine History & Lore

 Citrine History and Lore

Citrine is the birthstone for the month of November, sharing the title with Topaz. In fact, the citrine stone has been used to imitate topaz and was once called Brazilian topaz. Citrine is also the gemstone that celebrates the 13th anniversary of marriage. Citrine is named after the French word Citrin, meaning lemon. The color of citrine ranges from straw and sun yellow to clay orange, to deep, wine colored Madeira red. In the past, the Madeira colored stones were the most valuable, but today, the more vivid yellows and oranges are the most popular. Natural bright yellow citrine is the most rare of the quartz varieties.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Foreign Shore ~ Part 1


November washed up on the shore. She grasped onto the sand as if it were more precious than gold. Of course after thirty-two days lost at sea it was. The tide pushed her further onto the shore and she belly crawled to get out of the water. Her lips burned with every mouthful of salt water and she swore she would not endure it for one more minute.

Safely away from the tide, she lay on the warm sand for what felt like an eternity. Her mind wondered to her father and why he hadn’t helped her. Then she thought of her sister, June, who held the Mermaid’s Pearl and frequented the sea often. Why had she not heard her call? Had they all abandoned her?

She shook the thought away. Of course they hadn’t. June probably had no idea November was in trouble and her father, well … her father knew everything, so she must be here for a reason. It had taken centuries to learn to have complete faith in her father, but he always had a plan.

Closing her eyes, she steadied her breath, letting her body melt into the sand as she relaxed every muscle. Imagining a bright white light, she lay the image like a blanket over her body. She could feel the energy immediately as it rejuvenated her weak body. Then a sensation she wasn’t expecting, a hot snort of breath, right by her ear.

November opened one eye, only to see an eye much larger than her own. Opening her other she realized a tall black stallion was nuzzling her neck. “Where did you come from?” she asked.

November looked at the horse expecting an answer. She could talk to animals, all her sisters could. But the horse did not respond. November frowned and pushed herself into a sitting position. She caressed the horse’s head as she looked into his deep brown eyes.

“It’s okay,” she patted his neck. “I must be in the mortal world. It isn’t your fault you can’t speak.”

Using the horse’s strong neck to aide her, November stood up on wobbly legs. She studied her new friend. He was completely black except for a small spot on his shoulder. It was almost gold in color and reminded November of the warm stone of joy and optimism.

“Do you mind if I call you Citrine?” she asked.

The horse nodded.

“So where to now, Citrine?”

No sooner had she said it, a gang of warriors stormed the beach, spears high and surrounded November.

Citrine pushed November to where he was between her and the warriors. He stomped the ground and let out a loud snort. It was clear if they wanted November they would have to go through Citrine.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Stone Magic "The Spirit Within"

Photo: Citrine Large Faceted Pendant W/ Rhinestone Bevel & Citrine Flower Beads in Silver 
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November is Here! If you were born in November you are a Creative Citrine!
Citrine " The Stone Of Happiness "
Magic wells of golden light within me reflect universal perfection, similar to Christ light. I am one of the stones of abundance and have the power to impact joy to all who behold me.
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Thursday, October 31, 2013

A Sleepy Hollow Tale ~ The Conclusion


October felt a scream rise through her throat, but quickly swallowed it down. She wouldn’t cause a panic.

“An actual headless horseman,” she heard Damon gasp before he let go of her and drew his sword. “Men, arm yourselves.”

A vile laugh filled the ballroom. “You think your weak little toothpick swords are a match for me? I will crush you all.” The horseman’s jack head burned brighter.

Damon and his men started to advance.

“Wait!” October called out. Then men stopped.

October looked at the horseman. “Why are you doing this?”

The eyes on the Jack-o-lantern narrowed. “A century ago you took my head and now I’m here for yours.”

October’s mind raced, trying to figure out who had been beheaded. She gasped. “It can’t be.”

The headless horseman laughed again. “That’s right, I’m black sheep of the family, Sir Sheffield of Dottingham. Are you happy to see me again cousin?”

Damon looked at October for an explanation.

October squared her shoulders. “Sir Sheffield could never fully grasp his place in our family. He thought since our fathers are brothers that he should have control over the realm since my father only had girls and he was the only male child. When he was told by my father that women were excellent leaders and we were more than capable, he decided he would kill us, starting with my youngest sister, December. She was only two at the time and barely survived the attack. I came in just in time to stop him and my father put him to death.”

“This land will still be mine. I’ll have all your heads on stakes, starting with yours Miss October.”

Damon raised his sword. “You’ll have to go through me first.”

Sir Sheffield’s jack-o-lantern’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. “Very well then.”

The pumpkin launched toward Damon, like a fiery cannonball. Damon and his men scattered for safety as the jack-o-lantern exploded. A new flaming pumpkin appeared in Sir Sheffield’s hand and he launched another pumpkin bomb into the crowd.

October watched Sir Sheffield throw pumpkin after pumpkin into her ballroom full of guest. Anger filled her body as she remembered seeing this man over her baby sister strangling her. She took off into a run, toward Sir Sheffield, grabbing the punch bowl on her way. Screaming the cry of a warrior she charged the headless horseman throwing the punch onto the current flaming jack-o-lantern distinguishing it.

The Jack’s face turned into a frown, right before it melted into what looked like burnt pumpkin pie. Before the full effect of her actions registered, Damon was thrusting his sword into the body of Sir Sheffield. The body stiffened and fell over, the horse disappeared.

Damon’s men rushed in dragging the limp body of Sir Sheffield out of the ballroom and toward the brig.

October turned toward her crowd. “Sorry, I know that was scary. But please take a moment to steady yourself and then I hope you will continue to enjoy the party.”

Damon pulled her close and kissed her. “I have waited an eternity to be with you and intend to enjoy this party to its fullest and then some.”

SHOW TIME!

IT'S SHOW TIME!!!
Jewelry Show & Book Signing!


Saturday November 2nd from 9:00 am til 6:00 pm and Sunday November 3rd from 11:00 am til 4:00 pm ~  in Guymon, Oklahoma at the 31st Annual Pumpkin Patch Benefit ~ Located at the Texas County Activity Center. We hope to see you there!




Friday, October 25, 2013

Native American Animal Symbol

 Native American Animal Symbol ~
The Snake ~
Oct 23 - Nov 22
Most shamans are born under this Native American animal symbol. The Snake is a natural in all matters of spirit. Easily attuned to the ethereal realm the Snake makes an excellent spiritual leader. Also respected for his/her healing capacities, the Snake also excels in medical professions. The Snake's preoccupation with matters intangible often lead others to view them as mysterious, and sometimes frightening. True, the Snake can be secretive, and a bit dark - he/she is also quite sensitive, and caring. In a supportive relationship the cool Snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, and helpful. Left to his/her own devices, the Snake can be despondent, violent, and prone to abnormal mood swings

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

A Sleepy Hollow Tale - Part 4


October twirled around in the full length mirror.

“Your costume is fabulous,” squealed Opal. “Going as Katrina von Tassel was a brilliant idea.”

October examined the navy blue gown, with layered bustle, her golden hair curled and pulled back, a few loose curls falling around her face. With a final flip of the hair she smiled at Opal, “Shall we go?”

Opal took flight. “It’s going to be so much fun.”

October and Opal stopped at the top of the stairs as the butler announced their arrival. October looked over the crowd, the costumes were magnificent and smiles filled the room.

“Thank you so much for coming,” she said. “This will be the best Halloween Ball yet. Please enjoy yourself.”

The crowd appalled before turning back to their various conversations. October descended the stairs, as she reached the bottom a hand shot out, helping her down. October gasped as she was meant with Damon’s gaze.

“Why Miss October, you make a ravishing Katrina von Tassel, Ichabod is a lucky man,” he said planting a kiss on her hand. “May I have your first dance?”

October swallowed a girlish giggle that threatened to expose her giddiness. “I would love to, Mr. Black.”

Damon led her out to the dance floor and twirled her around into his arms.

“We have a problem,” said Damon.

October furrowed her brow. “We do?”

Damon nodded. “You keep insisting on calling me Mr. Black. It’s very formal and proper and those are two things I pride myself on not being. Please call me Damon, Miss October.”

A smile caressed October’s face. “Only if you drop the ‘Miss’ and just call me October.”

“Sounds like we have a deal then,” said Damon. “But I’m afraid we have another problem.”

October raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“I have a confession to make.”

“Did you spike the punch, like you did last year?” asked October with a wink.

Damon chuckled. “I wasn’t aware you knew about that. But no it’s not that.”

“Mr… I mean… Damon, you really must tell me so I can remedy the situation.”

“I am hopelessly in love with a woman, but I’m afraid she doesn’t feel the same. I’m not sure what to do about that.”

October felt her shoulder’s slump. “You strike me as being very good with the ladies. I’m sure you’ll have no problem with this one.”

“She is different,” he said.

“Well she would be a fool not to love you back,” said October, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“You really think that?” Damon asked slowing their dance.

October nodded. “I do.”

“I’m very pleased to hear that, because it’s you, October. I am hopelessly in love with you. I have been for years,” he confessed.

“Oh my,” October gasped.

Damon leaned in planting a soft, luscious kiss on October. Her heart felt like it would throb out of her chest. He pulled away. “Does this mean you feel the same?”

October nodded. “I do and I have for such a long time.”

As they leaned in for a second kiss, the doors flew open, a gust of wind blowing out every candle leaving the ball in a veil of darkness. A faint orange glow appeared in the doorway. October gasped as the glow grew exposing a lighted jack-o-lantern held by a headless horseman.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Opal History & Lore

Opal History & Lore

Bad Luck?

So, how did opal get its reputation for bringing bad luck?  There are many theories, but most historians point to the 1829 Sir Walter Scott novel, Anne of Geierstein.  According to an article at Opals Down Under, "Having not read the third volume, the public jumped to the conclusion that the heroine has been bewitched, that her magic opal discolours when touched by holy water, and that she dies as a result. On carefully examining the texts, Si Frazier, writing in Lapidary Journal, found all three accusations false. The opal, which actually belonged to Anne's exotic grandmother, turns out to have turned pale as a warning to its owner against poisoning (which was the actual cause of her grandmother's death). Even so, this single work plunged opal prices to half in just one year and crippled the European opal market for decades." 


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Friday, October 18, 2013

A Sleepy Hollow Tale ~ Part 3


“A headless horseman?” October tried to hide her giggle. “Is this a Halloween prank you’re trying to play on me, Mr. Black?”

Damon’s eyes grew dark and October knew this was no prank made at her expense. She cleared the smile off her face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black, I didn’t mean to insult. It’s just a very strange coincidence that your man would see a headless horseman before a Halloween Ball. It is the season for tricks after all. Where is your man now? I will have my doctor see to him.”

“We locked him in the grainery for his own good. He was quite disturbed by whatever he saw.” Damon shook his head. “This is no time to dwell on my poor man’s meltdown. I would appreciate your doctor seeing to him. I’m sure he will be in good hands. We mustn’t let this spoil the wonderful party I’m sure you have planned.”

October plastered on a smile. “Of course, Mr. Black. I’ll have my man take you and your men to your rooms.”

Damon kissed October’s hand once again. “Until tonight Miss. October.”

October felt her heart flutter as her smile became genuine.   “Until then, Mr. Black.”

Opal flew to her shoulder as the men left the Great Hall. “A headless horseman? Seems very odd with what we discussed earlier, doesn’t it?”

October bit her lip.

“What is it?” asked Opal. “Every time you bite your lip it means you’re worried. You can’t be worried about a legend. It’s a fairy tale told to kids to keep them in bed at night.”

“Well, it’s just that when we were finishing the tree … “ October hugged herself as she remembered the flash of the cape.

“Go on,” encouraged Opal.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, but I thought I saw a cape disappearing into the night and now this man has seen a ‘headless horseman’.”

Opal giggled. “You’re right, it’s nothing. That cape could’ve been a number of things. There are many messengers and riders during our Halloween festivities.”

October nodded her agreement, but she couldn’t ignore the chills that ran through her body.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

A Sleepy Hollow Tale

Hi everyone!

I'm on vacation so A Sleepy Hollow Tale will continue this Friday, October 18th.

Thanks,
Jennifer McMurrain

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Opal History & Lore


 Opal History & Lore ~


Pliny the Elder in his writings tells of a Roman senator called Nonius who, in 35 BC, owned a ring set with a particularly beautiful opal the size of a hazelnut and valued at 2,000,000 sesterces.  Roman General Mark Antony decided he must have Nonius' opal, but when Nonius refused to sell, the enraged Antony banished him.  Nonius fled Rome, leaving behind all his possesions, save the opal ring which was the cause of his exile.

Opal has been thought to have healing powers in many world cultures, and in the middle ages, it became known as the Opthalmius, or Eye Stone, and was thought to strenghten eyesight.  Blonde maidens wore opals to protect their hair from fading or darkening.

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Sleepy Hollow Tale - Part 2


October hid around the corner and watched as Damon Black and clan entered the castle. It was to no surprise that Damon arrived two days before the party, most of the out of town guests did. He looked dashing in his white shirt and black pants, a thick hooded cape lined with blood red, hung on his shoulders. He ran his hands through his messy black hair as his dark eyes darted around the room.

Opal perched on her shoulder. “You should greet them.”

“I always get so flustered when he’s here, it’s like my brain is exchanged for my foot,” explained October.

“Regardless, you are the hostess.”

“You’re right. It would be rude not to greet them.” October squared her shoulders and straightened her long blonde hair. “He’s just another guest.”

“Of course he is,” teased Opal as October rounded the corner to greet her guests.

“Mr. Black, so glad you could make it.”

October held out her hand, which Mr. Black took while bowing slightly. “Miss. October, so lovely to see you again. Thank you for your invitation, your Halloween Ball is the highlight of my year.” Mr. Black held onto her hand a little longer than expected, planting a short, but sweet kiss on it.

Butterflies cartwheeled in October’s belly as he released her hand. “I trust your pleasant was journey?”

“Excuse me?”

October’s face turned crimson. “Your journey, I hope it was a good one.”

“Actually.” Damon glanced at his second in command. “I’m afraid we lost a solider.”

October gasped as her hand flew to her mouth. “What on earth happened?”

Damon shook his head. “He lost his mind.”

“I don’t understand,” said October.

“I’m not sure I do either,” said Damon. “We were camped in the Skellywood Forest. We’ve camped there every time we’ve made this journey and never had a problem. But this time, one of my men thought he saw … “

Damon shook his head.

“What?” asked October, her eyes wide. “What did he see?”

“It’s impossible, but … “ Damon rubbed his neck, looking uncertain. “He said he saw a headless horseman.”