That's All Folks!

Heyna's Tale is All Here

Whew! There is a reason that they call it a work of art.

It’s work.

So, the book is done. The new first chapter is up. If you read it (all one of you) start with the new first chapter and then continue to follow the old chapter order.

Should I even leave the old first chapter up?

Well, there it is.

It feels weird. Rod Serling weird.

Like I’ve made a paper boat and pushed it out onto the lake with a breath. And then, holding my breath to see whether it stays afloat or sinks, or maybe is dragged under by dark chthonic lurkers in the depths.

Writing is like that for me.

Like a little ritual that I learned at WitchCamp. You are outside. After you ground and center, you put your hands together to form a hollow, and envision holding a small bird. Manifest the bird in your mind with as much detail as you can. (I always used a white breasted nuthatch, being part nut, myself). Feel the tiny feet clutch , the feathers tickling and poking through your fingers. Breathe your wish or desire into its heart . Charge the bird, fill it with your energy to carry your message to the Universe, or God, or Goddess or to yourself, your soul. Open your hands and let the bird take wing.

Heyna’s Tale is my wish bird. My hands are open to the sky.