Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Two Deer Staring into My Headlights … by Delsora Lowe

 Spooky? Yes! Prophetic? Maybe!

Driving home, up Route One around 8 p.m., two deer walked right out in front of me…and stopped. Another vehicle was a few car lanes ahead of me, and no one was coming in the opposite direction. That vehicle was oblivious to my visitors emerging from the darkness. As, was I. Until the deer stood right in front of me and stared.

DEER – Photo or Image

It was as if they dropped from the sky.

I slammed on my brakes and swerved partially into the oncoming lane—the direction from which they came. The car’s front end was a hair’s length away from the 2nd deer’s back flanks. And yes, I cursed.

Neither deer fled. They stayed right where they stopped. I couldn’t really see the first deer well, but the deer I was inches from merely gazed at me. Like spirits in the night, their color was ghostly. Of course, my headlights were on. But they were shining behind the tail end of the last deer, aimed off toward the woods on the opposite side of the road. Of course, I rationalized, the side of my headlight must be shining on the deer.


They continued to stand just off to the passenger side, one gazing straight at me through the right side of the windshield.

Eerie.

Beautiful.

Spiritual

We stared at each other for at least a minute or two, maybe longer, as time seemed suspended. Then, minutes later, as though they had not a care in the world, they moseyed off, out of the glare of my headlights, I believe into the tree line along the edge of the road. But maybe they vanished into thin air, just like they had appeared. I prefer to believe I lost them in the woods. I sucked down a deep breath and pulled my car ahead and back into the northbound lane.

Then it hit me, that besides cussing in fear as I avoided them, my heartrate never rose, A sudden fright should have had my heart drumming in my chest. Strange. I never saw them off to the side of the road as the other car passed them. Why didn’t the other car and then my headlights scare them? Why did they seem to just appear out of nowhere, as if dropped from the sky? Then, after what seemed like a good chunk of time, they took a few steps and disappeared. All the way home, all I could focus on was why did that deer stared at me the entire time we faced each other—it’s gaze mesmerizing me? And why was my heartrate still steady?

I can still envision the ghostly shadows of the deer. Was it the angle of my headlights that made them seem ethereal and calm? Or were they really ghosts? Why did my heartrate not rise? Were the deer trying to tell me something?

When I returned home, I told my son. The few other people I told about this interaction said the same—that the long-ago natives of this country believed in the spirit of the deer. And a sighting, such as this, means something.

When I Googled this, the search mentioned, and I quote, “When a deer crosses your path, it is often regarded as a significant spiritual event with deep symbolism and profound meaning. The deer symbolizes purity, devotion, gentleness, and intuition. Seeing a deer may be an invitation to embrace these qualities in your spiritual journey and trust your inner wisdom and intuition.”

From an article entitled 17 Spiritual Meanings of Deer Crossing Your Path: Harness the Energy, I learned the deer sighting “can offer guidance, inspiration, and a deeper connection to the world around you.” They claim that the sighting is not random, but intentional. Meant as a message to the one they are appearing before.

Of course, I could think of no message or lesson learned from this experience as I moved through the following days and weeks. The vision of the immobile, ghostly deer, staring directly at me, still haunts. The miraculous notion that neither the deer nor I were injured, amazes me.

But when I look at the explanations in the article, I have to wonder…

Was the sighting a “beacon” to guide me through a difficult time or to emphasize my journey in life and give me greater understanding of where I am today? Or where I need to go, and how my actions will either affect me or guide me?

Below are the seventeen lessons listed in the article 17 Spiritual Meanings Of Deer Crossing Your Path: Harness The Energy. To paraphrase…

1.      Guidance toward peace = seek serenity among the chaos

2.      Symbol of protection = protection from higher up

3.      Harbinger of good luck = a sign of upcoming fortunes or positive outcomes

4.      Call for Adventure = embrace changes and new adventures

5.      Reminder of fertility or new life = personal growth or new ideas and projects

6.      Spiritual Authority = protection from higher up

7.      Messenger of Unconditional Love = to give or receive

8.      Self-reflection = encouraging introspection and improvement

9.      Perseverance = keep moving forward

10.  Awakening to Psychic Abilities = a nudge to explore and develop intuitive skills

11.  Symbol of Regeneration = rebirth or the ability to renew oneself

12.  Embodying Gracefulness = learning to handle situations with ease and poise

13.  Indicator of Sacrifice = personal sacrifice for the greater good

14.  Humanity’s Fragility = reflection of actions & decisions and impact on the world

15.  Adaptability = a prompt to be more flexible and adaptable

16.  A Call to Natural Living = closer connections to nature & living a simpler, more organic lifestyle

17.  Beacon of Hope – a symbol of hope and encouragement to persist in challenging times.

I’m still not sure where the deer wished to lead me in thought or action.

Will I know what the message was when I see it? Or will the guidance they wished to bestow on me, just happen without my noticing?

Furthermore, do I believe in the supernatural? Do I believe some entity has bigger plans for my life than I have recognized? Should I obsess on these questions? Or let my life’s journey continue to unfold to surprise me? If I do the later, will I have missed a chance while on this earth to make a difference in my life or perhaps in someone else’s?

HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN ENCOUNTER THAT HAS NO EXPLANATION?


 Moonlighting (also in print as a collection: Starlight Grille)

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~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~

Delsora Lowe writes small town sweet and spicy romances and contemporary westerns, from the mountains of Colorado to the shores of Maine.

Author of the Starlight Grille series, Serenity Harbor Maine novellas, and the Cowboys of Mineral Springs series, Lowe has also authored short romances for Woman’s World magazine (most recently, an Easter romance in the April 1, 2024 edition.) The Love Left Behind is a Hartford Estates, R.I. wedding novella with Book 2 on the way. A Christmas novel (The Inn at Gooseneck Lane) and novella (Holiday Hitchhiker – the youngest brother of the Mineral Spring’s ranching family) were the most recent releases. Look for book 3 of the cowboy’s series, as well as book 2 of the Hartford Estates series, to be released in 2025.

Author Links:

Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/Delsora-Lowe/e/B01M61OM39/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Books2Read Author page:
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BookBub Author Page: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/delsora-lowe-93c6987f-129d-483d-9f5a-abe603876518
Goodreads Author Page:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16045986.Delsora_Lowe

Photo Credits:

Deer: Deer Silhouette Free Stock Photo - Public Domain Pictures
Headlights: photo taken by blog author
Heartrate: heart-rate-icon-free-png.png (1920×1755)
Ghost: free clipart - ghost images free download - Search Images 
Hope, Peace, Faith free clipart spiritual images free - Search Images
Wondering: free clipart wondering images free - Search Images
Guidance: free clipart guidance images free - Search Images

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Love Is Given in Many Forms … by Delsora Lowe

 Love is one of the essentials every being needs. Love comes in all forms.

Family love is one of those loves that should be a given. It’s not always guaranteed. But true family love is usually the first love someone experiences. This love is about modeling, giving attention and unconditional love, and accepting the same in return, between those you are bonded to—whether by genetics or circumstance. Family love is about deep caring for another in your immediate circle. It is a love filled with quality time spent with another, commitment, and touching, as a way of showing that love.

In writing, we use family love, or lack thereof, as a backdrop to round out our characters. Many times, it is in the form of the emotional backstory for a character. The reality of love, given or not given, affects how a character reacts to the many challenges in life and relationships built.

Friendship is love. Some friendships are fleeting, but when you are in that friendship, it means the world to you. Friends are there to back you up, to give you advice, to celebrate your victories, and share with and embolden you during low points in your life. Some friendships last a lifetime. Others may be bonds that last while you’re in certain phases of your life—childhood buddies, college friends, workplace colleagues, neighbors. Some of those friendships fade when your life takes a different turn. And others will endure, despite life going in opposite directions.

As authors, we show how this kind of love impacts our characters, often, through their relationship with secondary characters.

One can show love for an inanimate object. Your love for your job or your church or an organization you volunteer for, is a love of giving. Giving a gift of service or toward a common goal, shows love of a cause. Or one shows love for pets, who for many are an integral part of the family. Pets also return love and can be woven into a story as a supportive secondary character.

Being a true partner to another is love. You make a pledge to a love you choose. You’re invested in that love through thick and thin. You both give and take as a partner. You give affection, respect, trust, and touch, and you open yourself to accepting those same gifts from another. This kind of love is an integral part of a romance novel. Not only must a writer show the physical act of love—a kiss or holding hands—but the author must portray emotion that the reader will feel as they read the story.

Love might not conquer all, stem problems, or cure an illness. But love, to me, no matter the form in which it is presented, is an essential part of having a happy and successful life.

As a writer of romance, always looking for love in each story I write, I can’t imagine a world where love isn’t important.

The challenge, as a writer, as we throw all sorts of obstacles in the path of our characters, is finding a way to help them work through and resolve all the issues that stand in their way of reaching for and accepting love. That means gifting your characters with all the above-mentioned: quality time with a loved one; open communication, including both verbal and non-verbal affirmation from a loved one; gifts that show you are appreciated, which come in many forms—physical, spiritual, and emotional; meaningful communication; and acts of service that are unasked for, but appreciated.


Building relationships between characters has to be shown through verbal and non-verbal communication that helps each character understand those types of communication are a show of love for another and from the other.

When THE END is written on each story, the feeling is euphoria. Not because you, the writer, labored through every word placed on the page, and lived viscerally through the emotional ups and downs as the characters built a relationship full of love, but for the fact, that despite all odds and denial, your characters found, worked for, and then accepted the love of another.

What is your favorite trope in a romance story?

Moonlighting

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https://www.amazon.com/Moonlighting-Serenity-Harbor-Novella-Starlight-ebook/dp/B075TK7KYS/

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~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~

Delsora Lowe writes small town sweet and spicy romances and contemporary westerns from the mountains of Colorado to the shores of Maine.

Author of the Starlight Grille series, Serenity Harbor Maine novellas, and the Cowboys of Mineral Springs series, Lowe has also authored short romances for Woman’s World magazine. Her new novella, The Love Left Behind, will release in late fall, 2020.

Social Media Links:
Author website: www.delsoralowe.com
Facebook Author page:
https://www.facebook.com/delsoraloweauthor/community/
Amazon Author page:
https://www.amazon.com/Delsora-Lowe/e/B01M61OM39/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Books2Read Author page:
https://www.books2read.com/ap/8GWm98/Delsora-Lowe
BookBub Author Page: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/delsora-lowe-93c6987f-129d-483d-9f5a-abe603876518
Goodreads Author Page:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16045986.Delsora_Lowe
Instagram: #delsoralowe / https://www.instagram.com/delsoralowe/

PHOTO CREDITS: 
Free Family Clip Art Pictures - Clipartix # 49030 
free clip art church - Google Search
free clip art couples working together - Google Search
free clip art couples helping each other - Google Search
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Hearts wedding heart clipart free clipart images - Clipartix  Green Pink Heart #11471  
Hearts heart clipart rainbow clipart image 7 - Clipartix

REFERENCES USED FOR ARTICLE: 
The 7 Languages Of Love Expressed By Truly In Love Couples | by Natesky | Hello, Love | Medium  
What Are the 5 Love Languages? Definition and Examples | Psychology Today

Monday, October 11, 2021

Let Freedom Ring!

 


By: Marcia King-Gamble

www.lovemarcia.com

Freedom means different things to different people. Freedom to me is keeping an open mind to possibilities.  Captivity does not necessarily mean being physically restrained, It means being mentally restrained as well. This condition prevents us from becoming the best that we can be.

Why do I say that?  Because I’m a woman of color who grew up outside of the USA. Some might call me a child of privilege, if privilege means having two working parents who owned a home and were able to afford a gardener and housekeeper (although help was cheap back then.)  I was fortunate enough to attend a prestigious private school, and belong to every club there was. My family gave tea parties because that’s what you did on a small British island.

All of those things changed when my family moved to the United States. The house was replaced by a tiny apartment in Brooklyn New York. Gone was the cook and gardener.  My mother who had earned the equivalent of a masters in the UK, discovered that her degrees wasn't worth much in the United States. She accepted a position as an assistant teacher, working for those  far less educated than she. Eventually, she went back to school to regain the credits she lost. My father, a civil engineer, found it impossible to regain his status. He went to work as a technician for a company providing appliances to major restaurants. A big step down for a man used to running his own show.  

In the USA, we were not living the dream.  I was on  a constant search to find out who I was. Where I came from, I wasn’t a minority, nor was color ever a barrier to getting ahead.  Here I was in a  strange land with a thick accent, and completely lost when it came to American black jargon,   To many I was a “Tom.”  I also didn’t walk around dropping the race card or feeling that every white person was out to get me. I never considered that having nutbrown skin would hold me back.

My parents, despite experiencing a huge financial loss, (three Eastern Caribbean dollars equaled one US dollar) never lost their pride or determination. They were insistent my sister and I continue our education at private schools. I am still grateful for that extra financial effort and that push.

In time, my family bought a house, and a three story one at that. My mother regained her masters and began working toward her PHD. At one point, she became an assistant principal. I went off to college, and shortly after graduation, began a career with a prestigious international airline. My travels took me all over the world and led to an executive status at yet another company.  

English was something I always excelled at, and while I could tell a good story, I never thought of becoming a writer.  Although, that did not stop me from submitting a manuscript when the multicultural market opened. That's where I got my first shot.

 It was an opportunity to be heard, and write stories I cared about. I am so grateful, I did not allow my mind to hold me back.

I share this story to let readers know that the only thing that can stop you from achieving goals is “fear itself.”  Don't allow yourself to become a prisoner to self doubt.  If I had listened to folks (including relatives) who constantly repeated, “people of color don’t do that,” “or you won’t get ahead because you’re black.” These can be self-fulfilling prophecies if you think like that. Free your mind and keep it open to infinite possibilities.

Like the adage says, where there’s a will there’s a way. My way didn’t include handouts, although I did educate myself on any opportunities available.  I refused to hold myself prisoner and believe that my skin color made me a lesser person, and would prevent me from living the dream. I refused to be sucked into that line of thinking because it only breeds negativity and fear.

Think big and let nothing hold you back. Don't imprison yourselves with negative thoughts and allow others to suck you into their vortex of despair.

Black, white, red or yellow, the world is yours for the taking. Don’t let others define who you are and what your life should be.

Act on your dreams and let them come true!

On October 19th Holiday Fake-Out will be released.  I am part of this amazing holiday anthology. you'll get to read from 22  talented authors and all for the bargain price of 99 cents/ You can pre-order using the links below. My story is Kwanzaa 'pon a time. I'd love a review.






 

About Marcia King-Gamble

Romance writer, Marcia King-Gamble originally hails from a sunny Caribbean Island where the sky and ocean are the same mesmerizing shade of blue. This former travel industry executive has spent most of life in the United States. A National Bestselling author, Marcia has penned over 34 books and 8 novellas. She has contributed to Michael Fiore’s DigitalRomanceInc and served as a moderator on the now defunct eHarmony advice boards.  Having witnessed the bad, the ugly, and the not so good in relationships, she still prefers to write about happily ever after. Caring for her animal family keeps her grounded and sane.

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Friday, April 10, 2015

Hope is a Funny Word


Hope is a sad word to some, as in “I hope I recover from cancer.” The outcome of treatment is not a guarantee of a cure.

“I hope the tornado does not hit our house.” This is hopefulness the weather does not take a turn towards the house.
Copyright : Olga Lyubkin

We can hope for ourselves, our family, our country or the world. Hope can be felt with confidence, expectation, optimism, anticipation, faith and courage.

At one time or another we have all experienced some form of “Hope”. I know I’ve experienced all of the above various feelings of hope.

I’ve lost hope, too. When my Father was dying from cancer I hoped with all my heart and prayers that by some miracle he would be saved. It wasn’t to be. When I arrived at my parents’ house two days before my Dad expired, I went into the bedroom where he lay on a hospital bed provided by Hospice. He looked like he was sleeping. I knelt down on the floor and brushed his forehead with my fingertips. Dad opened his weary eyes and said, “Di, you’re here.” He closed his eyes, and hope fled from my heart.

Those were the last words my father spoke to me.

I try to be optimistic and look at the bright side of life. Last year I was hopeful I’d get a book published and I did, along with Sister Sarah and Judith. But along with hope were perseverance, dedication and co-operation to make it happen.

Glacier Park picture by Diana McCollum
I hoped my husband and I could go on a long vacation. We had not been on one in three years, and we did! Visiting Montana, Idaho WA and British Columbia, again, it took planning and confidence and anticipation to pull it off. Husband has severe back problems so we had to plan to only drive 3 to 4 hours a day. I
had to ask my Sister Sarah to leave her husband and stay with our 89 year old Mom so she wouldn’t be alone while we were gone. I had to withdraw money from my IRA. Everything came together and our hope of a vacation became a reality.

Copyright : Marek Uliasz
So my conclusion on HOPE is you can hope for something all you want, sit back and it may or may not materialize.


Or you can HOPE for something with confidence, optimism courage, faith and participation. One still may not get what they hope for, but wouldn’t you rather be “doing” than “sitting”?