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!


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”