Victoria Ray's Blog, page 33
April 8, 2019
Book Review “Small Town Kid” (memoir/poetry), Frank Prem
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.” John Banville From the dark, cold and tangled branches emerges a butterfly… called Ray. Where he’d go with a new set of wings? Haha To the book of inspiration, memories, radiating energy, harmony, joy of childhood, humour, change, ache and truth – “Small Town Kid” by Frank Prem. The book overflows with warm descriptions of mcalpine’s cherries, the laws of football, the dangerous mystery of night, the ideal...
April 3, 2019
The power of Zen stories
There is a tradition in Zen Buddhism of recording short tales that are able to teach us about the world and make us question our preconceived notions in just a few words. Below are two such stories, one traditional and one contemporary, that might just give you a fresh perspective. The Tiger and the Strawberry #1 ‘While out walking one day, a man came across a tiger. He fled from the snarling creature, until he came...
March 2, 2019
Follow your own rhythm
Life has its rhythm ad we have ours. They’re designed to coexist in harmony, so that when we do what is ours to do and otherwise let life be, we garner acceptance and serenity. Victoria Moran When you get 5 minutes to spare in the day, take a moment to listen to your heart, to feel its pulse in your chest. You will hear it beating to an almost musical rhythm. Then bring your focus outside...
February 28, 2019
Ape and God
(a poem by Poetic Murderer) An ape once in the jungle Awoke to a weird question “What is life”, it thought, And instantly was human. In many ways an ape still It copied things it saw, And sought to understand Their bizarre nature. Inventing fire as to burn Bright like the midday sun; Tools sharp as tiger’s claws And boats to roam the seas. Not satisfied with its creations The ape went on a journey And,...
February 24, 2019
I am glad I was not born before tea
It’s Sunday! Yay!
February 22, 2019
Book Review “The Contract: between heaven and earth,” John W. Howell, Gwen M. Plano
“Like flowers we grow, bloom, and whither – each day and each life. But although we blossom more grandiose in each new life, all our lives are perfect in their own way.” Stefan Emunds Unpredictable Mysterious Intriguing On the surface it looks like the usual thriller, but if you look deeper inside, you’ll find a kick-ass paranormal fantasy. Just imagine how cool it would be to witness real incarnation, at the core of God’s house, while...
February 19, 2019
They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, BUT…
Time to choose the best book cover for Dulcinea and The Death Code! Number #1 or #2? “Aspiring authors, get this through your head. Cover art serves one purpose, and one purpose only, to get potential customers interested long enough to pick up the book to read the back cover blurb. In the internet age that means the thumb nail image needs to be interesting enough to click on. That’s what covers are for.” Larry Correia...
February 17, 2019
“The Pearl Territory”, chapter 9 – Cash #privatejournal
I remember her hair – the color of white snow – and vibrant orchid eyes, almost like mosaics, unnaturally beautiful, the mix of forgotten spring and crystalline heaven. I remember her laugh, bright like a birdsong. It was as if her laugh lifted the dark veil from my heart and allowed me to see the world with different, happy eyes. Sunny. Joyful. Confident. A cloudless spring day. This is what I feel when I think about...
February 15, 2019
Keep going
Wayne Gretzky once said: “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” This is about going after what you want… Sometimes I’m clouted with thoughts like “am I good enough to be here, to tell my stories, to write books, to publish them”, experiencing impostor syndrome. But then I tell myself “Stop it. Look at all your accomplishments. Think – you got where you are now for a reason. Face your challenges and don’t back...
February 13, 2019
Happy Valentine Story, 18+ “Venus de Milo”
x x x “I wonder if Shana realized I came home yesterday almost in the morning,” remarked Kif. He was sitting in his best friend, Matt, unkempt living room on one of his ‘drinking’ visits. “Your wife is legit tired of your ass. I’m sure she knows. You need to get a grip,” replied Matt, stirring his cold beer with his finger before taking a sip. “Says the man who has naked robots around the house,”...
