Here is the next part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).
Chapter 34: Crossing Lines
When Gabriel travelled from Waldmeer to the Borderfirma Lowlands, twenty years ago, he was ready to give his relationship with Faith-Amira his best. For the first few years, he was somewhat dependent because he didn’t know how to live in the interdimensional world on his own. Gradually, he became accustomed to it. He made friends and found opportunities to follow his own leanings; including the ones that weren’t particularly aligned with Faith’s. After all, he was a different person to her. He always had been. He always would be. Continue reading “Pittown: Crossing Lines and Drawing Circles”
Recently, we discovered that Pittown is Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series. Merlyn, Ben, and Tom of Pittown have connected with the towns of Waldmeer and Wurt Wurt Koort. After twenty years, we are reintroduced to Rybert (now 60) of Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms and Faith-Amira’s son, Malik (now mid-40’s), of the Waldmeer Warriors. We do not know what happened to Faith-Amira (now 70) and Gabriel (now 60) in the inter-dimensional Borderfirma Mountains. In order to remind us of the events of Waldmeer and Borderfirma, here is a recap of Faith (Book 4 of Waldmeer). Continue reading “Faith (Book 4 of Waldmeer) RECAP”
Before anyone can improve their life, they must get the idea that change is possible, that life can be different and better, and that it is worth the effort it takes to make it happen.
Chapter 8: Different and Better
Although there were nicer shops a suburb or two closer to the city, Merlyn made a point of shopping at the Pittown ones. It seemed to her disloyal not to use them. Besides, she found the people interesting. Not infrequently, someone walked past her and turned their head to give her a second look. They looked like they thought they knew her but then decided that they didn’t. Sometimes, they looked at her quizzically as if they were thinking that she didn’t belong in Pittown. Continue reading “Pittown: Moving On”
Chapter 7: Edgars Lake
Edgar was not only named after the famous clairvoyant, Edgar Cayce, but he was also named after his great grandfather, Edgar I, who lived in Pittown all his life. Those days, Pittown was an agricultural area. Later, it became a residential and industrial area. Edgar I built a concrete weir and dammed the creek running through his property creating a lake for wildlife. He bequeathed that part of his property to the people of Pittown. It was aptly named Edgars Lake. It was the lake at the bottom of Merlyn’s street. Continue reading “Pittown: Firsts and Seconds”
Beauty is the soul of life. If we learn to see beauty, we are never far from God.
Chapter 2: Benjamin
Although the Pittown cafe owner had misjudged Merlyn’s friend to be her husband, she actually did have a husband. An estranged husband, anyway. The estrangement was how she came to be living in Pittown. Merlyn and Benjamin had only been married for three years. It wasn’t long but, as it turned out, long enough. They had known each other for two years previous to getting married. Merlyn wasn’t a big fan of getting married but Benjamin had fallen in love with her and very much wanted the marriage to work. For her part, Merlyn both loved and was in love with Benjamin in return. However, unlike Benjamin, she knew that he was ill-prepared for the reality of a committed relationship. She also knew that love is the most powerful force in the universe, so she gave Benjamin and the marriage her best shot and put her faith in his love to get him through. Continue reading “Pittown: The Sleeping Prophet”
Here is the next part of Faith (Book 4 of the Waldmeer Series).
Chapter 31: Coming and Going
Faith and Rybert walked to the top of a nearby hill at sunrise. This part of the Lowlands was mostly grassland. The wind was cold and unfriendly and there were few trees to minimise its sweep across the hillside. Rybert and Faith both pulled their coats tighter. The sun would warm the land a little later but its warmth was only a promise at the moment.
“I don’t want to go back to Wurt Wurt Koort,” said Rybert. “I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t intending to stay.”
“Yes,” said Faith, “I understand that.”
She looked out over the land. Soon the entire hillside and beyond would be filled with the armies from the Borderfirma territories. Continue reading “Faith: Game of Life”
Looking is only for those who cannot see.
Relationships always bring about the dissolution of our delusions.
Chapter 6: Witches Rule
The bus driver announced that there would be a half hour stop at Wurt Wurt Koort to change a tyre. The road from Waldmeer to Darnall ran through the hills and forests of the Leleks. At the highest point was the little town of Wurt Wurt Koort. From the Wurt Wurt Koort Town Hall, if one looked further inland, one could see Darnall in the distance. In the other direction, one could just make out the sea. Waldmeer lay beside it.
At one time, Wurt Wurt Koort was a thriving, respectable hill-town, thus the presence of a rather pretentious town hall. However, the death of a local child changed all that and now it was surviving, but barely. Further, it was rumoured to be run by witches. It was said that they were the only ones who remained. They weren’t bad witches. In fact, a number of them had businesses and were visited, with some success, for healing, readings, and other mysterious type activities. There was a leadership group or coven of thirteen. They were all women, although, these days, they said that they were gender-neutral. They ranged from fifty to positively ancient. Their headquarters was the local cafe, the Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms, which was next to the town hall. Continue reading “Faith: Witches of Wurt Wurt Koort”
Put your efforts towards the things in life that enhance your highest self.
Chapter 51: Right Next Door
“We have taken matters into our own hands,” said Mullum-Mullum to Amira. “We had concerns about Gabriel’s safety in regards Evanora. There is no need for you to be worried, however, we ask that you not see him unless instructed to do so.” Mullum-Mullum gazed into the distance. Amira couldn’t see where he was looking. Nor could she see anything around him. Normally, if Amira saw Mullum-Mullum in her night-travels, she saw him in the setting of the Darnall rose garden. However, for some reason, tonight, he seemed to be standing in a blank space with no distinguishing features.
“I guess,” sighed Amira, “Gabriel hasn’t suffered enough yet.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Narrow Lane”
The more we veer away from our true nature, the more unhappy we feel. When we align with our better self, we feel happy and content again.
Chapter 47: Cat Fights
“You’re a jealous cow,” screeched the black cat to the tabby cat that was cornered on the thin end of the branch.
“The Great One is not jealous of the gods you make,” said the tabby with the tenacity of a worthy opponent, “and neither am I.”
Gabriel heard the commotion not far from his window in the middle of the night. As it was not subsiding, he got up in exasperation, pulled on whatever clothes were at the end of the bed, and went outside to search for the source of the untimely disturbance. He shone his phone torch into the tree but neither cat moved. The tabby couldn’t move and the black one refused to. After assessing the situation, Gabriel threw some sticks towards the black cat who conceded temporary defeat and retreated. The tabby could then escape. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Personal Barometer”
Circles of Separation: Part 2 begins.
Chapter 34: Not Dead Yet
Two months had passed. It was still winter but no one in Gabriel and Amira’s Dementia Unit dance class was cold. Everyone was hot and pumping jive. The class had come to an equilibrium of its own accord. Gabriel was given notes from the “proper” dance instructors, although, somewhat begrudgingly. The notes were enough to give a loose direction and Wolfgang and Madeline would demonstrate the technical elements of each dance for anyone interested. Although Madeline’s mind could not remember the technique, her body remembered perfectly well the movements she had practised for so many years. Lacking in technical knowledge, Gabriel and Amira decided to go with transferring the feeling of each dance and giving their students an immersive experience. Basically, all that meant was turning the music up and dancing enthusiastically with the class members in, more or less, the appropriate style. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Curiosity Shop”