Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 98

#ThoughtsForThursday – #PositivePower

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful original photograph:  Beth Moon, “Delphinius,” a Utah juniper in Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah

#WordlessWednesday- Subtlety – #Photography of #Nature

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I don’t claim to be a superb photographer, but these are a few shots I’m proud off.  Taken either at Longwood Gardens, PA or in Colorado.

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~Morgan~

Always- #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry

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Touch the Flame to the Burning Candle

And Brighten this darkness with Your Love,

For as Sweet as any Wine could Intoxicate,

You Bring Bliss to my Fragile state.

 

Caress my Senses with Your Softest Smile,

While the Moon ‘s dance Indistinctly sways,

For as Breathlessly as any Dream could Beguile,

You bring Abandon to my Pounding Heart.

 

Tempt my Imagination with Your Eloquence Sublime

And Stare into me like an Angel, Knowing All,

For as Divine as any Love could ever Be,

Are you, My Precious Darling,

Always,

To Me.

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~Morgan~

#Blogiversary #6- A Brief #Story of blind #Hope and Bright #Joy

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Wow. Six years? Really? I’m amazed, honored, and stunned. To be honest, when I started this blog I really didn’t have any idea what I was doing. I’d never even read a blog before, let alone written a post, but being the intrepid adventurer that I am, I jumped in with both feet. Went out on that proverbial limb. Stood on the precipice, looked over the edge, and said “Oh why not?”

That was 6 years ago. Amazing. Staggering really. Who would have thought? Surely not me. At least, not when I started out. But you have followed me, supported me, shared me, and dare I say, liked me more times than I can comprehend.

I’m not one to stare at pie charts or statistical graphs, but in honor of the event, I admit I peeked and my mouth hung open as a result. Tears sprang to my eyes and my head shook more than once or twice.

Book n volume, my non- descript little blog about poetry, promise, and perplexities has been visited over 250K times in over 190 countries around the world and is followed by just shy of 18,000 people.

May I cry now?

Never, in all my wildest or more hopeful dreams did i ever imagine such a truly astonishing blessing. Never. I remember vividly celebrating 35 followers and finding it quite inexpressible.

THANK YOU EVER SO!

Yes, I’m shouting. Shouting from the mountaintop. Because despite all my words…. of which we both know there are many…. without YOU none of this ever would have been possible.

Thank you. Truly. Deeply.

May Blessings of Love, Hope, Peace and Joy fill your lives like stars shining down from the boundless heavens.

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~Morgan ~

Dark Fey is #5Star #Epic #YA #Fantasy you can’t put down!

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The story of Dark Fey is set in a fantasy realm; a world of beauty, magic, Light and Darkness. It is peopled by Feyfolk, winged beings the size of any human who are born with gifts of telepathy, empathy and sometimes magic. Although it is an Epic YA Fantasy, the message of Dark Fey is based upon the brutal, true-life events of the Lord’s Resistance Army in Uganda and is comparative to our own reality.  Dark Fey relates how the Power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness can change the world, if you take Positive Action to create Change through doing what is Right.

The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.

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Discover More About Dark Fey on its official website

The Reviled

Standing in Shadows

Breaking Into The Light

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~Morgan~

Translation- Journey to Elysium- #Books and #Acting

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Some people love to read. They devour books in days, feasting upon them, one after the other like a box of chocolates left open in a room filled with hungry people. They are the speed readers, capable of interpreting 1000 words a minute; they turn pages like a camera snapping pictures, but do they truly enjoy the beauty of the written words? Do they share the emotions of the characters and grasp the subtle connotations being so generously offered by the writer or do they simple read, following the Get it, Got it, Good, Moving On mentality.

Believe it or not, I don’t read a lot of books. I tend to be a slow reader, painfully slow. I read to myself the same way I would read aloud to someone else, with inflection, with emotion, and often I re-read passages several times to be sure I understand what is being said or not said, shown or not shown, felt or not felt, it’s the writer in me. Therefore, I do not often read the book when there’s sure to be a movie coming soon, anyway. There are, of course, exceptions. I have read Tolkien’s glorious trilogy; I’ve perused many of the historical reenactments of Philippa Gregory, and I’ve savoured the challenges of Dickens, Austin, and Poe, but more often than not completing one book takes me, on average, a year. Particularly because I detest abridged versions; if I cannot sink my teeth into the sumptuous banquet the author has created, in its entirety, and relish each delicious morsel, then I’d really rather not, thank you.

Some of us take days and others take months to absorb what’s scribed upon the page; it’s a form of translation and at the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter how long the process takes. Perception of an idea, ideal, symbol, or suggestion: this is the desired outcome, the goal of all authors, but there are many forms of translation and many levels to reaching the ultimate objective.

A book can sit on a dusty shelf in a library, patiently waiting to be picked up. It can be deviated into a shadow of its former self by one company or another, reducing it into bridge notes. It might be fortunate enough to be adapted into a performance worthy of the stage or it may achieve the dubious distinction of being made into a movie.

Translating a masterpiece of words, phrasing, sub-text, symbolism and point(s) of view into film is a daunting undertaking that I cannot even begin to fathom and would never take on, not for any inducement; however, having said as much, there are those individuals who prefer this painstakingly complex ordeal over the actual reading of said work of genius and I give them credit. Granted, there are far fewer remarkably stunning adaptations than there are second-rate disappointments, but this is the danger inherent in translation. Often, simply too much of the scope and magic of the original is lost in the conversion, for whatever reason: low budgets, creative differences, mediocre photography, deficient acting.

A perfect example of the blunder of taking an extraordinary book and slapping it in front of a camera with seemingly little forethought is the 1990 film Lord of The Flies. I LOVE the book, to me, it is unquestionably a magnum opus and I’ve read it more times than I care to mention. The intoxicating descriptions and profusion of symbolism throughout are enthralling. They are also the essence of the book, but when it was adapted for (this particular) film, those composing the translation seemed to pay little heed to the book’s all important imagery.

Simple things, like the colour of the characters hair, were disregarded. In the book, the protagonist, Ralph, is blond…and for good reason: he is the representation all that is good, light, and right in society. The book’s antagonist, Jack, has red hair and is described as quite unattractive…again, for a purpose. He represents all that is dark, savage and unbridled in the world. Two significant representations, but in the movie they are reversed. In fact, nearly ever symbol of the book was inverted or ignored in the movie and the result was utterly, devastatingly disappointing.

But for all the travesties of injustice that exist, there are also tour de force demonstrations of the exquisite magic that is possible when masterful and insightful directing, collaborative production, skillful artistry, breathtaking cinematography, and incomparable acting unite. When the final translation of a single idea, conceived in the mind of the author, takes on physical, emotional, and spiritual manifestation through the eloquence of an actor who is fully committed to the embodiment of the charade, all else pales by comparison.

For a book, and, often, for me, this is the moment Valhalla opens, the instant when Elysium comes into view, this is the Attainment of Utopia and the Achievement of Enlightenment. When the supreme privilege of witnessing the brilliance of perfectly executed translation brings us to the Gates of Heaven and we watch the magnificent spectacle in awe and adoration.

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~Morgan~

A Marvelous #Review of Dark Fey Breaking into the Light- #Epic #YA #Fantasy

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A tale of battle, redemption, and an empathetic look at one’s stance against “evil,” this book will appeal to fantasy fans who like a story that makes them think. Full of fanciful creatures, strange languages, and exotic names, the story is a philosophical twist on the perennial tale of dark versus light….Reviewed by Book Review Directory – 4 out of 4 Stars
Read the full review

Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light asks the questions, can we truly understand another’s misery without knowing the extent to which they suffer? Would we willingly risk our lives for someone without experiencing some measure of their pain, despair, or anger?

Like any good fantasy, this final saga of the trilogy sets the stage with dramatic events that test boundaries and push characters to their limits. Readers learn what it’s like to be one of the Reviled through descriptions that are darker and more intense than either of the previous books, but with good reason. I hope to elicit a reaction in the reader similar to those the Fey of the Light experience by showing them firsthand what the Reviled (our child soldiers) have suffered. I also pose the most important concept of the trilogy: The only way the achieve Peace is by becoming Peace. Through this thought-provoking concept, I open the door to an unexpected and powerful conclusion.
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http://mybook.to/BreakingLight
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~Morgan~

This Male- #Passionate #Love #poetry

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This Male

Who fills my thoughts

Who makes my pulse Rush

Who sends Shivers without ever a Touch

He speaks in Whispers

He stares with Desire

His kiss is Tender Delicate fire

My heart Aches for Him

My body Yearns

These thoughts Tremble and endlessly Burn

Only

For this Male….

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Beautiful photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer and model. Thank you ~

Perfection- #Love #poetry

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The Sweetest Music to have ever Graced my ear,

Is a Jumble of Chaos, Clamor and Confusion,

Compared with

The Entrancing Sweetness of You.

The Loveliest Masterpiece to have ever made me Stare,

Is just a spot of Mud smeared upon Canvas,

Compared with

The Exquisite Masterpiece of You.

The Most Peaceful, Secluded Vale to have ever made me Sigh,

Is a Riotous Turmoil of Psychosis and Frenzy,

Compared to

The Consummate Peace of You.

The Finest Dream to have ever Entranced me in Reverie,

Is a Nightmare of Unspeakable Horrors,

Compared with

The Captivating Dream of You.

Perfection itself, in all its Splendor,

Is but Hideous, Blathering, Insanity,

Compared with

The Unrivaled Perfection of You.

~Morgan~

Honor and Memory- A #MemorialDay #Tribute

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For All

Who Give more than they receive,

Who Stand against the surging tides,

Who Cherish Each Breath, Each Heartbeat;

For there may not be another,

Who Sacrifice that others need not,

Who Uphold what is taken for granted,

Who are Unseen and often Unheard;

Yet Never Forgotten,

Who walk in Honour

Strength,

Integrity;

And Boldly Go into the darkness

Where others fear to tread.

 

All Heart-felt Gratitude and Unwavering Respect

To All Those Who Have and Do

Serve.

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~Morgan~