The Most Harmonious Song of the Stars or End-of-the-Day Music

excerpt-  Broken Stone – Chapter: A Touch of Connection

-Together we would rock in our chairs on the porch, and listen to
nature’s melodious end-of-the-day music. I would
breathe in the fragrant air and felt I was a part of all
that was in the world. Our world. I felt joy in my heart,
a connection to life. I felt something larger, peace and
love. The crickets, tree frogs, the fairy wings, the birds,
the trees, and plants shifting and growing, as well as the
stars in the sky—all sang to me the most harmonious
song. It was nature’s love song. It was the soul song of
the earth. It was my song too. I liked the night.

Fairy Bright Gordon

That Haunting Question

There resides a haunting question within the
innermost recesses of man and woman. It is in the
ignoring of this eternal, or some might say “infernal,”
question that life happens. It can be a life lived in
so-called happiness, or it can be a life fraught with
many pitfalls and hardships. The question may arise in
the mind, but it must be solved in the heart. There it
will reside in that heart indefinitely until it is discerned
and solved.
Poets have probed this question for generations,
sometimes with agony, sometimes with a sense of
wonderment, but mostly with a sense of longing to
discover the answer. Many stories have this question as
the basis of the story, whether they are aware of it or not.
It is the hidden question that drives the characters, the
plot, and the conclusion. Songs almost always have this
question somewhere in the melody, the composition,
the words, or the notes. Paintings and artworks of
course can be added to this list, and on and on it can go.
This is a question that has plagued mankind for
generations. It can be said that it might actually be
the human condition. Thus it is an inner yearning or
discontent realized or ignored. The pursuit of the
answer can bring happiness or despair, depending on
the discernment, right or wrong of the answer. Actually,
happiness may accompany the wrong answer; but if
that person digs deeply, it is not actually joy but more
likely ego, selfishness, greed, or the love of power.
A very select group of people has actually correctly
discerned the question and answer and lived this
answer to great achievement, although outward
appearances may suggest otherwise, such as humility,
scarcity, disability, or even disease. However, if a person
is willing or forced to dig deep enough, the question
and the truth can be found with divine transformation
as the result.
This most mysterious question can burn a hole in
the heart, but with the right answer, it can be healed.
This hole may be the result of the way this life is lived,
or it may be the result of ancestors ignoring the great
question. They pass it forward to next generations in
the hopes that it will be easier for them to solve as they
learn from their elders. Or, and this is hard for many
to believe, this disease of life can come from previous
lifetimes. It may be lifetimes that ended incompletely,
abruptly, without accomplishing the goals of life, so
that the person has to return yet again to solve this
mysterious question and endeavor to find the answer.
Sometimes a person must come back again and again,
maybe thousands of lifetimes, getting closer each time
attempting to solve this mystery, until eventually this
question of life is answered. Ultimately then, life is
lived in peacefulness, abundance, and joy.
This story, although fiction (or not?), is essentially
about that question and the pursuit of the answer. It
is inspired by an actual event and a very real, peculiar,
broken headstone of a young woman from the early
1900s. That gravesite beckoned an unsuspecting man
to it one normal day, ensnaring him thus ensuring
that her story would be told. That encounter changed
the unsuspecting man’s life forever. Well, more than
one person’s life actually. As it is said, it created “the
ripple effect.”
It is hoped that the reader may see a bit of themselves,
or maybe someone they know, and recognize that
question hidden deep within each of them. The
ignoring of which has created wars, famine, pestilence,
and all manner of pains and ills. It is hoped that the
reader will find the answer to this question as well so
that the heart will receive its healing. Then ultimately,
the ripple effect will happen again, creating peace that
will be felt, thus pushing that peace or love forward.
All it takes is one person, one person at a time to affect
goodwill. It is my—our—prayer that this will take
place, one word, one note at a time. Please indulge your
imagination and enjoy this fairy’s tale with the love and
respect in which it was written.
What is the question? You already know. Who am I?
Why am I here? What is my purpose? What is this thing
called love?
Enjoy, in joy!
Starlight, precious Fairy Bright, you/we did indeed
create more light!


The Day After Tomorrow – Music and Lyrics – Ahhh…….


The Day After Tomorrow

 The day after tomorrow, I’m gonna have a new life

The day after tomorrow, I’m gonna live in the light

I’ll forget all the sorrow, and those things I can’t change

The day after tomorrow, all I’ll do is sing.

The day after tomorrow, I’ll be back in the green

I won’t need to borrow, cause there’s nothing I need

There’s no winners or losers, and I’m only to blame

The day after tomorrow, I’m gonna live like a king.

I’ve got to keep on moving I can’t fly in a stall

Each days a new adventure since I’m part of, I’m part of it all.

The day after tomorrow, I’ll be warm in the sun

And radiating around me, an unconditional love

Life’s act of forgiveness, takes away all the pain

The day after tomorrow, life won’t be the same.

They say you need to live your life one moment at a time

But the days ahead look lovely ‘cause the future, the future is mine.

The day after tomorrow, where the mystery’s concealed

Where light rules over darkness, and the truth is revealed

I’ll create my life’s story, with no future to fear

The day after tomorrow, you’ll find me right here

The day after tomorrow, that moment is now.

Music and Lyrics written and performed by Chris Hertz -copyrighted


Of Angels and Fairies – Mother (an excerpt)

Mother's Symbol

Of Angels and Fairies
Elizabeth Towne, NC, 1917
The pain is brief. It actually is a welcome relief from
the deeply embedded pain in my heart and soul.
This is so much quicker and easier than that horrendous
pain of losing my beloved. Why? What is the purpose
of his senseless death? So that one man can face
another, and get rid of his life so that he can feel more
powerful? Damn the war! How could death or murder
be justified on any level? The aftermath—unthinkable
pain. The aftermath—the eyes of my beloved in a new
divine form.

She comes forth, out of my body, out of my being,
an exquisite jewel, with eyes so clear, bright and full of
love, that I can hardly look. But I do and drink in every
part of her. I lovingly check out every inch, every tiny                                               fingernail, toe, every luscious curl on her perfect little
head. She is a gift so precious, that I feel honored by
God. I feel angels all around us, laughing in delight and
joy at the birth of this tiny miracle child.
As I look into her innocent, clear, blue eyes, I see
stars sparkling so bright, with the promise of incredible,
delicious delights. I notice out of the side of my vision
flitting creatures, flashes, as if on wings. I see round
bubbles of rainbows floating like precious jeweled drops
amongst the winged ones. They all seem to herald this
new treasure, my little treasure, created with love. I am
overjoyed by their presence.

I was brought up on stories of these “little people”
or fairies, mainly to keep me out of trouble, but I have
never really seen them. That I could not see them
was not acceptable or appreciated by my Ulster Scot
parents! In the old country of Ireland, the fairies or little
people were honored and respected. No one would dare
trespass into their fairy circles or build something on
top of their paths. Farmers often left treats for them
outside in return for favors and the hope that they
would protect their families. To sense them here with
me now, instills a joy so immense in my being, that I
feel as if my heart will burst with joy. And then I feel
pain. It is a searing dread that makes my heart painfully
clench and stop! No, no! It cannot be so!

excerpt to “Broken Stone”


Catawba River Artisans at Gallery 27 and Book Signing Event


Gallery 27 in Lincolnton, NC

Opening Event Saturday, Jan. 10 from 6 – 8 with wine, music by Demperio/Hertz –

 N. K. Hertz signing Broken Stone books!

Sparkle Sisters-Sparkle Brothers

SparklesMy Dearest One. You wake up so early, with your mind turning and churning, thinking of the past day and judging it. Did you do good, bad, or indifferent? Did your hurt someone, or yourself? You feel into your body. Does it hurt? How does it feel? Your heart, is it heavy, sad, or happy? Do you feel hot, cold or just right?

You are aware of so many sensations and feelings. So many, many judgments you put against your self. Yourselves. What is the good in that?

Oh, we want to help you so very, very much! If you could only see yourselves as we do, you would not be so harsh upon yourselves. Yourself.

You sparkle like a crystal hanging from a fine chandelier, throwing colors of rainbow around, that dance, bouncing and floating around the rooms, circling and twirling its beautiful light. You are that light.

Do you know when you feel really, really good? You feel you look like a million bucks, or just received a wonderful amount of money, or a great present. Or perhaps you did something for another, and it made you feel really, really good? You sparkled. Well that’s how we see you, always. That is your true self.

When you bury that sparkle with worry, judgment, despair etc. etc., we feel despair too, for you. Then we patiently wait for you to once again remember, that you are a Divine Sparkle. We wait for your sparkle. We wait.

Ah, that is not to say that you are not to feel these things, after all you are human. And we understand being human is not an easy task. In fact, it is very, very difficult task making us admire you even more. Yes, you must face these things, but face them- and then let them go. Release. Poof. Gone.

Don’t keep these thoughts, worries, despair, or angers tethered to your bodies, mind and spirit where they fester and en-flame you. Step under a figurative waterfall. Just use your imagination. As the sparkling, crystalline water flows over you, let those things, thoughts, feelings that are no longer needed, get washed away. Permanently. Gone. Done.

Oh now then, your dazzling sparkle is brilliantly brighter. Your sparkle vibrates with vibrant colors, flashing radiant hues of intensity, creating a feast for the eyes and spirit. We delight in the spectacle. Beautiful ones are noticing you. Good is attracted to you, because of your divine radiance. You even smell beautiful. Notice the dragonfly as it softly alights on your arm inhaling your perfume. You know what we mean.

Sparkle sister. Sparkle brother. Let good have the opportunity to find you. Let your sparkle give good to others

We see you. We love you. We honor you- Crystal Being. My, how you Sparkle. Sister. Brother. (n. k. hertz)

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Photos of Tiny Winged Fairies – I Do Believe

It is SO interesting to see these photographs. Sandy and I photographed fairies in Ireland in 2011. We did not see them until the photos were developed. It was a lovely surprise!  Do I believe in Fairies or Faeries, YES I do. I believe nature has many small “beings or spirits” or whatever word is more comfortable, that assists the planet, thus us.

Do I know if John Hyatt’s photos are real, NO I don’t. But isn’t it fun to think they might?

Faries and Orbs                     This is the photo Sandy took in Ireland in 2011 inside a Fairy Circle.

Thank you Louise, for bringing this article from the Manchester Evening News, April 2, 2014 to my attention. What Glorious Fun!  – Nancy

Manchester lecturer John Hyatt, 53, captured the enchanting images of what he says are fairies in the Rossendale Valley

Fairies photographed by professor John Hyatt

The existence of fairies has long been dismissed and resigned to the realm of children’s books and Disney films.

However Manchester Metropolitan University lecturer John Hyatt claims he now has proof the creatures are real and are residing in the Rossendale Valley.

And he is on a mission to get more adults to believe and ‘bring a bit of magic into their lives.’

John Hyatt, Director of Manchester Institute for Research and Innovation in Art and Design (MIRIAD) at Manchester Metropolitan University snapped images of what he claims are the tiny winged creatures whilst out photographing the Lancashire landscape over the last two years.

And he has now put his photographs on display at a special exhibition.

Fairies in Rossendale Valley photographed by professor John Hyatt

John, 53, who was a member of the Three Johns punk band in the 1980s and 1990s insists his photos are genuine and have not been altered in any way.

And he says adults that have seen them have begun to harbour ideas that they may indeed be real.

He said: “It was a bit of a shock when I blew them up, I did a double take.“I went out afterwards and took pictures of flies and gnats and they just don’t look the same.“People can decide for themselves what they are.“The message to people is to approach them with an open mind.“I think it’s one of those situations where you need to believe to see.“A lot of people who have seen them say they have brought a little bit of magic into their lives and there’s not enough of that around.”

Professor John Hyatt

John, who lives Rawtenstall, has posted some of his images on social media and says they have attracted much debate.

The exhibition, called Rossendale Fairies, will be on show at The Whitaker Museum in Whitaker Park in Rossendale, throughout the spring.

John said the name is a nod to the famous story of the Cottingley fairies where two schoolgirls in Bradford claimed to have photographed fairies in their garden, which they confirmed 60 years later had been faked with cardboard cut-outs.

However he admits the creatures he snapped are a long way from the characters depicted in children’s stories and hopes his pictures will change people’s perceptions of them.

“Everything gets stereotyped, whatever it is.“But there are stranger things in life than fairies, and life grows everywhere.“I don’t believe they are just smaller versions of us and go home and have a cup of tea at the end of the day.“And one is suggesting they have any special powers.“From my experience they were just enjoying themselves and there was a little dance in the sunlight going on.

“They are just beautiful pictures and beauty can make people believe.”

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FACE FORWARD- Got my Attention by Great Advice Given

Mandala by Ellen

 Yes, it’s interesting and somewhat instructive to know how things got the way 
they are. What’s far more important, though, is what you choose to do going 

Pay attention to what has happened but don’t waste your precious and powerful 
energy becoming obsessed by it. Put that energy into moving in a positive 

It’s what you can do now that really matters. As big as they might have been, 
the expired opportunities of yesterday are now negligible compared to the 
possibilities of today.

What you can do now is connect with your most treasured dreams. What you can do 
now is act with passion and the highest expectations to bring those dreams to 

Instead of living with wistfulness, regret, or anger about the past, you can 
live with positive purpose toward a great and shining future. The direction you 
face makes all the difference in the world, so make the choice to face forward.

This is a new moment, and with it comes the chance for a new start. Take that 
chance, grab that opportunity, and live your life forward in a beautiful and 
fulfilling way.

— Ralph Marston      Wishing All a Safe, Warm and Blessed Day