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November Twitter Tales wrapping up

It’s been an exciting month for our Solstice authors’ Twitter Tales! Check out the action onĀ  my Tweet @CynthiaLey2

Here’s our inspirational image for November. We hope you enjoy our stories, and look forward to satisfying conclusions this month and all new stories in December. Happy Reading!


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The name of our faiths…

I wrote this little piece back in 2013, and only just happened upon it again. Consider it some food for thought perhaps, and may you follow your lights.

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I’m not affiliated to any religion, but my leanings are very much theosophical. I believe that we are given innate intelligence. We are given the gifts of free will and conscience. Our greatest gift is the soul, but it is not limited to just our species. It is in all life. Our lives should be based upon joy, and hope, and thankfulness. They often are not. When we sacrifice our free will to another who says, “You will believe this way and no other,” we have violated that gift.

I’m totally cool with God. Jesus is awesome. Oddly enough, reading the Lost Gospels of Jesus made him much more approachable to me. What I am not cool with are people who claim to speak for God because God spoke to them one night in their garage, and therefore they now have the right to lord their version of the Lord over everybody, frequently causing harm in the form of insecurities and ill-gotten dependencies. They “know better.”

Faith plays out in actions, not words. Exploiting others for their own good Is Not Cool. Everyone experiences God in their own way, in their own time, or, at the very least, they carry with them the constant potential to do so.

I realize that my views may be a bit radical. There are many reasons they are the way they are, but they spring from life. But to the person who is in all ways a minister, who not only says but does treat all others with respect and compassion, who offers their open hand to give rather than receive, who offers an open heart to give their love even though it may cause them the deepest pain–that person, that minister, is the one who hears the still, small Voice. No longer an abstraction, they’ve taken their gifts out into the world, however they may define that word. That is the Potential God (however you name or define it) within us all. That is our link with the Sacred.

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It’s that time of year….

I celebrate something called Yuletide. This is what my SCA persona would have called it–starting at the beginning of December and culminating with Twelfth Night. Everyone’s holiday of choice fits in there, and if you want to string lights all over the Festivus pole and bitch about everything that’s wrong with your relatives, that’s cool too. Hey, we all need an outlet. (Especially for those lights.)


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All kinds of leafy goodness….

Yesterday was a conspiracy of angels.

Only they didn’t know it was.

My magnolia trees drop between 1 and 2 FEET of leaves every year, and that before you start raking them up.

Yesterday morning, my next door neighbor came over with his leaf blower and made tidy piles of leaves. Then my neighbor down the street showed up with a friend with implements of destruction in hand and between the three of us, we bagged/binned those puppies up.

And my next door neighbor’s coming over again today to mulch what’s left.


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F is for “Flamingo”

Some light and bright reading for the cold winter days! Readers call this “A delightful box of bon-bons you’ll have to work hard at not devouring in one sitting,” “Cyn Ley has mastered this literary form,” “Five stories, each different, and each wonderful.” Happy Reading!IMG_2026

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November Twitter Tales continue!

Hi all! Just wanted to let you know that November’s Twitter Tales continue, written by me and this month’s other participating Solstice authors. This is everyone’s Epsiode #3, and things are heating up, I tell you!

New episodes every Thursday and Friday. And ask yourself: where would our November image take your imagination?