“The Witch Tree” is coming along nicely…about 6000 words in…20 pages. So much more to tell. I’m liking some of the new characters. Senior citizen Betsy has spunk, Millie, a 20-something daredevil—is perhaps in over her head, and Tammy, an African American, dependable, trustworthy, caregiver to Betsy, always has Betsy’s back and is enjoying being along for the ride. And what a ride it is!
Happy New Year, readers!
Well, I guess it’s starting. Fitting. Ready for a New Year? And a new story?
No set title yet. A glimmer of a plot. Some former Deception characters returning. Remember Jake, the Native American from the copper mines? We’ll see. Tell me what you think. Is it worth it? Is this enough to get it going? I need about a hundred responses to get ME going. Share if you wish. Get me some responses and feedback. Here we go:
THE WITCH TREE
Life is But a Dream
The truth was she didn’t always remember. She was no longer sure if her memory was real or had just been a dream.There were moments of clarity. Other moments of fog. Sometimes the fog outweighed the clarity.
This morning Maggie had wakened from a deep sleep, the fragments of a dream lingering. What was it she’d seen? The room in her dream had been shadowed with dark shapes lined against a wall. They were afraid, staring, mouths agape. She’d watched to see what was causing their fear. The room was bare…except for the thick-trunked tree rising through the floor, silent branches pushing up, stretching outward like waves reaching toward ghastly souls shrinking into the gray walls. A single stream of light lasered down from a pinhole in the ceiling above the tree. The tree began to glow. That was it. That was all she’d seen.
Maggie shuddered at the memory and settled down into the quilts. Embracing her with warmth, the blankets enveloped her creating a thick wall of comfort against the icy darkness. Struggling into wakefulness, she lay still letting the flitting dream pictures seep between dawning awareness and regretful loss of sleep.
She wasn’t ready to meet the day. Not yet. The pinkish gray of early morning light pushed at her eyelids, and she nudged it away, wishing to return to deep, hollow, nothingness and sleep. She listened to Jake’s soft breathing, regular and unbroken next to her; he had always slept soundly despite his frequent, unconscious crablike reaching for her that always brought back threads of uneasy memory from a night months ago.
What had she been dreaming? Bits of dream visions flickered, weaving in and out, disappearing then returning in a flash of recognition. A tree. Fear rising. People fading away. Then they were gone, and she was left with unsettled feelings.
Finally, she pushed the dream aside, letting it disappear. What day was it? More importantly, where was she? At that thought, she opened her eyes, and stared at the ceiling. Monday. It was Monday. She hated Mondays! And she was at Jake’s. She had spent the night with Jake. Again. She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to do this anymore.
What had she done?
Made a mess of things, that’s what she’d done. She groaned softly, and rolled herself out from under the quilts, bare feet steadied onto the cold, wood floor, and stood up. Jake rolled away, his dark hair falling over his face, pulling the quilts more tightly around his shoulders. She guessed he wasn’t ready to wake and face reality either.
I am on the board and a member of Village Lakes Writers and Poets here in Bella Vista. We recently were fortunate to acquire a lease for the historic Dug Hill Chapel as our new home and meeting place. In the picture you can see a small cemetery behind the building. Over the years, the Chapel has been a church, school and community center. It speaks to us. We will be busy refurbishing, cleaning, and renovating the little building to meet our needs. It’s the time of the year that the ghosts of the past speak out to us. We are so excited to begin this new adventure in this old building. And so I write…
Can you hear it?
Voices of ancient spirits whisper—
Speaking to the future,
Carrying songs of praise,
Prayers of anguish, struggle,
Searching with hope.
Soft scratchings of
Murmured memories rise
While the tolling bell
Calls bodies to gather:
Teens and twenties,
Settle at once together
Learn, and share
Occasional raucous laughter, and
Whispered shared secrets.
The shadowed walls speak of
Taught and learned,
Etched into hearts and minds
Richly layered with thick, slathered paint
Applied with steady hands
Year after year after year.
At last, bits peel away
Revealing pointed adjurations
Shavings of wood,
Reminders to remember.
Teaching voices from the past.
Curling tendrils of
Words and wisdom
Filled with aching, overarching hope.
The spirits speak to us.
I am so excited and honored that my children’s book, Little Dee 7: A Handbell Story, was part of the music class lesson on handbells at Clay County, Middleburg, Florida, this week. It’s always great to have someone enjoy your books, but this was really special. Thanks go to Tammy Jo Saucier for sharing.
Little Dee 7: A Handbell Story is on sale now through February 14th on Amazon at the discounted price of $10. Go to Gail Lee Cowdin on Amazon to get your gift for someone special.
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PERFECT GIFT for your child or grandchild! Ages 1 to adult.
This is IMPORTANT! If you love the Boundary Waters as I do, help where you can!
I just received this announcement from the Save the Boundary Waters group. You can check out Save the Boundary Waters online. Go to SavetheBoundaryWaters.com for more information. This is legit!
“Emails from U.S. Congressmen expose dirty deal favoring the
dangerous Twin Metals mine
We’ve recently learned that Members of Congress, including Tom Emmer and Pete Stauber, improperly pressured federal agencies during the renewal of Twin Metals’ mining leases on the doorstep of the Boundary Waters Wilderness. This political interference corrupts the proper decision-making process so that rather than serving the American people, the Trump Administration is doing the bidding of Chilean-mining billionaires.
This is NOT acceptable.
We will not tolerate this act of political interference that puts our iconic Wilderness pure waters at risk. We need your help NOW to protect the Boundary Waters.”
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