Free Kindle on Amazon.com for the next few days Of Harleys and Healing A metaphysical spiritual romance with a healthy touch of fantasy.
“Sometimes life can change very fast. And, sometimes, if you’re open to a little trust, that change can be wonderful.”
What do you do when you meet a group of people unlike any you have encountered before, when you least expect it? I came here to look at a cabin I inherited from a long lost uncle, figure out how much it’s worth, then put it on the market. Maybe financial gain could perk up my life. The marriage was over, the children had moved, and questions of, ‘what’s it all about?’ were making my peaceful moments few and far between. But now, everything has changed; I’m moving here, giving up the city life and casting my fate to the winds. I’ve spread Uncle Hunter’s ashes under a full lit mystic moon, listened to howling huskies pay a chilling tribute, and heard stories of magic dragonflies, a biker gypsy-guru has taken me under her wing and taught me to ride, and she is psychoanalyzing the past right out of me. And my intriguing neighbour, he once died on the seafloor off Scotland; saw his own dead body and heard a voice, now he lives his life just the way he wants. His best friend astral projects and his best friend’s wife wants to regress me to lives I’ve lived before, to help me find out who I really am. Mysticism and spirituality, Irish monks and hermits, music motorcycles and romance - what more could I want? Life is all more real - all more free. Then everything goes wrong, it may even be my fault, but I’m told it’s not. Life’s gone wrong before, but this time I have friends. Can I choose to trust? Can I choose…not to be alone?
Excerpt from Book Two, ‘OF HARLEYS AND UNICORNS’, coming soon.
I’d have to be asking what had been in that wineskin. On the ride back all the purple shades of light gradually diminished, the sun and sky were looking normal. The wonderful feelings abated too, but far from all the way. It’s hard not to feel wondrous when you’re on a flying motorcycle skimming over a sandy beach and lapping waves, and after just having the best sex of your life. So what if everything I thought about the world wasn’t true. So what if this is a dream, so what even…if I’m dead? Maybe I drowned that first time I jumped into the pool. This might not be heaven, but it’s certainly not hell either. And right now, a big ‘whatever’ to it all…
“Sometimes life can change very fast. And, sometimes, if you’re open to a little trust, that change can be wonderful.”
What do you do when you meet a group of people unlike any you have encountered before, when you least expect it? I came here to look at a cabin I inherited from a long lost uncle, figure out how much it’s worth, then put it on the market. Maybe financial gain could perk up my life. The marriage was over, the children had moved, and questions of, ‘what’s it all about?’ were making my peaceful moments few and far between. But now, everything has changed; I’m moving here, giving up the city life and casting my fate to the winds. I’ve spread Uncle Hunter’s ashes under a full lit mystic moon, listened to howling huskies pay a chilling tribute, and heard stories of magic dragonflies, a biker gypsy-guru has taken me under her wing and taught me to ride, and she is psychoanalyzing the past right out of me. And my intriguing neighbour, he once died on the seafloor off Scotland; saw his own dead body and heard a voice, now he lives his life just the way he wants. His best friend astral projects and his best friend’s wife wants to regress me to lives I’ve lived before, to help me find out who I really am. Mysticism and spirituality, Irish monks and hermits, music motorcycles and romance - what more could I want? Life is all more real - all more free. Then everything goes wrong, it may even be my fault, but I’m told it’s not. Life’s gone wrong before, but this time I have friends. Can I choose to trust? Can I choose…not to be alone?
Excerpt from Book Two, ‘OF HARLEYS AND UNICORNS’, coming soon.
I’d have to be asking what had been in that wineskin. On the ride back all the purple shades of light gradually diminished, the sun and sky were looking normal. The wonderful feelings abated too, but far from all the way. It’s hard not to feel wondrous when you’re on a flying motorcycle skimming over a sandy beach and lapping waves, and after just having the best sex of your life. So what if everything I thought about the world wasn’t true. So what if this is a dream, so what even…if I’m dead? Maybe I drowned that first time I jumped into the pool. This might not be heaven, but it’s certainly not hell either.
And right now, a big ‘whatever’ to it all…