Deby Adair's Blog, page 3
November 16, 2014
Holiday Season
Holiday seasons mean something different to everyone. Some of us love and embrace holiday time and some of us avoid them and run a country mile to hide from the crowds!
Each holiday season has a particular meaning to different people. Some see them as a time to relax and have a holiday, others to buy more than they can afford, and yet, to others, they have a spiritual or family connection.
It’s interesting that most of our holiday seasons have burbled on down through the centuries like a bundle of Chinese whispers… they began as one tradition, got picked up by someone who ran with it, made it their own, and then changed it in either large or small ways for it to land in our present-day.
At Unicorn Kisses, we respect the views of all at these times, and that doesn’t just mean humans.
To Unicorns, life is special and sacred at all levels, and because unicorns don’t cause waste, pain or fear, we tend to go with the unicorn-creed: we plant a tree rather than cut one. We don’t eat our friends, (unicorns are vegetarian,) and rather than Christmas lights, we watch the stars instead, and learn about a new one each year.
Occasionally, someone asks us if we have any fun at all, so we invite them along to our happy gatherings and invite them back again. It’s funny how almost everyone returns to spend a holiday celebration with us!
Have a happy, safe, kind and considerate holiday for the coming season; even if you aren't a Unicorn!
Unicorn Kisses to all.
Each holiday season has a particular meaning to different people. Some see them as a time to relax and have a holiday, others to buy more than they can afford, and yet, to others, they have a spiritual or family connection.
It’s interesting that most of our holiday seasons have burbled on down through the centuries like a bundle of Chinese whispers… they began as one tradition, got picked up by someone who ran with it, made it their own, and then changed it in either large or small ways for it to land in our present-day.
At Unicorn Kisses, we respect the views of all at these times, and that doesn’t just mean humans.
To Unicorns, life is special and sacred at all levels, and because unicorns don’t cause waste, pain or fear, we tend to go with the unicorn-creed: we plant a tree rather than cut one. We don’t eat our friends, (unicorns are vegetarian,) and rather than Christmas lights, we watch the stars instead, and learn about a new one each year.
Occasionally, someone asks us if we have any fun at all, so we invite them along to our happy gatherings and invite them back again. It’s funny how almost everyone returns to spend a holiday celebration with us!
Have a happy, safe, kind and considerate holiday for the coming season; even if you aren't a Unicorn!
Unicorn Kisses to all.
October 16, 2014
Why do we play when the skies are falling - from the upcoming book: 'Our Earth's Pleasure'
Why I’m offended by Halloween.
We are meant to be great. We aren’t meant to live in dead-end jobs. To pay meaningless debts until we die. We are meant to fly with our creations, whatever they might be. Not to drudge over another man’s dream. Or to sob in depression for what could have been. We are meant to heal the world, our world, this planet, the only one we have. And each other. We are meant to share our writing, our art, our songs, our music, our movies, our hearts, our souls, our secrets and our wisdom. We are meant to live in peace with nature, not fight her until we break her back. Only to wake up and find we broke our own. We are meant to sing and dance, not dress in costumes of darkness and celebrate evil and demons… we should be dressing in costumes of lightness and joy, of angelic wisdom, not applauding torture, blood and death. What on earth went wrong? When did we think it was clever to kill and desecrate. To hang pelts upon our walls, to create a holocaust for the earth, the animals and each other? When did we decide it was okay to be suppressed, and allow it? Or to be oppressors, suppressors of other creatures, each other and our home? When did it become okay to sit and watch pretend lives called reality when each day the sun sets and rises outside in a show of pure sensation as the earth calls to us in her dying throes and the creatures show us by their very actions that life is itself; that we have not invented the rules? Do you awake and greet each new day with dread, to pay the debts, instead of joy to see what life reveals? Who told us life wasn’t meant to be easy? It that the truth? Or are we living someone else’s construct; their dark dream? The one we can’t remember from childhood before we were told about the bills? When did we allow ourselves to become old before our time, in a battle of fear about ageing and death? As if worrying about that and the early purchase of our death-plot could keep it all at bay. Did you ever think that everything we think is right might actually be wrong, and what we think is impossible might be right? Like the Parable of the Cave, do we stare at the dark side of a rock and call it life? And why? Because someone told us that it was? Then chained us there long enough, just like those in the cave, until habit made it right and so darn right that to remove us would incite hatred, anger, dire distress, as if freedom was our enemy, not our birth right. We don’t have mental health, depression and disease. We have rock bottom. A world where the human race has, like a drunken liar, almost drunk the last drop of the last bottle of the last pint of wine and soon, with nothing left to dull our senses, we will begin to withdraw, shudder and convulse, see the truth with horror, the rose-tint of indulgence and cowardice, blood lust, money and delusions slowly evaporate and leave us with the rubbish tip of our attitudes, of our creation, alone with all the other creatures gone.
Where then, our silly customs of horror and our attitudes of hate to one another? If horror is what you’re seeking, please, there are wars spread all over our planet, real dead bodies, real corpses, real blood. Real hands lying in the road that was once a part of a person, someone like your child or your mother. More corpses for your pleasure? Please, be my guest, spend the day helping, do it for free, in a slaughterhouse for those raised and bred for the palate of you and me, and then bring home the spoils and ingest them and feed them to your loved ones, more blood, more gore. Why not? As you lie safe and sound, in your nice bed with clean linen in your nice white, spotless nightgown, did you kneel and pray, to your personal god, the one you own, you know the one, the one who is not like theirs, those others, the people from the other lands.
As if we have a planet that is all nice and clean, pristine and pure, loving and loved, kind and secure, we frolic and play and don’t give one thought, not by night or day to those we show no love or cleanliness, or kindness or purity of spirit, as if we are not one human being but segregated, cut in sections and of which to this here we give our best and to this here we give our worst and to those there we cut off their heads.
If love can’t show the way now, then when will it? When the lands seen from outer space are bare and brown and the once-known blue planet is no longer watery and vast but a brittle crust cut in chips, the ground brown with rust. Who will forgive us our grave injustice then?
Deby Adair
In writing - 'Our Earth's Pleasure' Copyrighted Material © 2014.
We are meant to be great. We aren’t meant to live in dead-end jobs. To pay meaningless debts until we die. We are meant to fly with our creations, whatever they might be. Not to drudge over another man’s dream. Or to sob in depression for what could have been. We are meant to heal the world, our world, this planet, the only one we have. And each other. We are meant to share our writing, our art, our songs, our music, our movies, our hearts, our souls, our secrets and our wisdom. We are meant to live in peace with nature, not fight her until we break her back. Only to wake up and find we broke our own. We are meant to sing and dance, not dress in costumes of darkness and celebrate evil and demons… we should be dressing in costumes of lightness and joy, of angelic wisdom, not applauding torture, blood and death. What on earth went wrong? When did we think it was clever to kill and desecrate. To hang pelts upon our walls, to create a holocaust for the earth, the animals and each other? When did we decide it was okay to be suppressed, and allow it? Or to be oppressors, suppressors of other creatures, each other and our home? When did it become okay to sit and watch pretend lives called reality when each day the sun sets and rises outside in a show of pure sensation as the earth calls to us in her dying throes and the creatures show us by their very actions that life is itself; that we have not invented the rules? Do you awake and greet each new day with dread, to pay the debts, instead of joy to see what life reveals? Who told us life wasn’t meant to be easy? It that the truth? Or are we living someone else’s construct; their dark dream? The one we can’t remember from childhood before we were told about the bills? When did we allow ourselves to become old before our time, in a battle of fear about ageing and death? As if worrying about that and the early purchase of our death-plot could keep it all at bay. Did you ever think that everything we think is right might actually be wrong, and what we think is impossible might be right? Like the Parable of the Cave, do we stare at the dark side of a rock and call it life? And why? Because someone told us that it was? Then chained us there long enough, just like those in the cave, until habit made it right and so darn right that to remove us would incite hatred, anger, dire distress, as if freedom was our enemy, not our birth right. We don’t have mental health, depression and disease. We have rock bottom. A world where the human race has, like a drunken liar, almost drunk the last drop of the last bottle of the last pint of wine and soon, with nothing left to dull our senses, we will begin to withdraw, shudder and convulse, see the truth with horror, the rose-tint of indulgence and cowardice, blood lust, money and delusions slowly evaporate and leave us with the rubbish tip of our attitudes, of our creation, alone with all the other creatures gone.
Where then, our silly customs of horror and our attitudes of hate to one another? If horror is what you’re seeking, please, there are wars spread all over our planet, real dead bodies, real corpses, real blood. Real hands lying in the road that was once a part of a person, someone like your child or your mother. More corpses for your pleasure? Please, be my guest, spend the day helping, do it for free, in a slaughterhouse for those raised and bred for the palate of you and me, and then bring home the spoils and ingest them and feed them to your loved ones, more blood, more gore. Why not? As you lie safe and sound, in your nice bed with clean linen in your nice white, spotless nightgown, did you kneel and pray, to your personal god, the one you own, you know the one, the one who is not like theirs, those others, the people from the other lands.
As if we have a planet that is all nice and clean, pristine and pure, loving and loved, kind and secure, we frolic and play and don’t give one thought, not by night or day to those we show no love or cleanliness, or kindness or purity of spirit, as if we are not one human being but segregated, cut in sections and of which to this here we give our best and to this here we give our worst and to those there we cut off their heads.
If love can’t show the way now, then when will it? When the lands seen from outer space are bare and brown and the once-known blue planet is no longer watery and vast but a brittle crust cut in chips, the ground brown with rust. Who will forgive us our grave injustice then?
Deby Adair
In writing - 'Our Earth's Pleasure' Copyrighted Material © 2014.
September 10, 2014
Our work and us... through other eyes
In my teens I had a brilliant drama teacher who taught her students to act by doing bizarre, interesting and totally curious things that didn't feel like acting, rather experiencing an alternate personal universe and learning about their own bodies, breathing and blind spots.
Recently, I watched an art show on TV where the renowned water-colour painter kept a huge mirror behind his back so that he could always see the reflected image of what he was painting while he was working on it, in order to check that he was maintaining balance, perspective and not missing 'blind spots.' Since I'm an artist as well as a writer, I fell in love with that idea immediately! (In my younger days I would do a piece of art and then turn it upside-down to see if it balanced in all directions or I would trace it (yes, the hard way) to do the same. Even then, self-taught, I figured I had better gain skill and perspective fast.
When I used to coach people in motivational workshops and return-to-work training courses, I would also have a large mirror in the room so that trainees could learn about themselves and who they appeared to be in other people's eyes - this self-knowledge, terrifying for the trainees in the moment, made the difference - some hadn't worked in over 20 years - and my courses had a 96% employment success rate. The students would understand how they looked, were perceived, how they spoke, how they presented to others and it gave them fantastic self-confidence, which many needed.
As a dressage coach, I encouraged pupils to have strategically placed mirrors around dressage arenas to allow riders to view their capabilities and their flaws.
Why am I telling you this? Because all creative people get lost. (Yes, all people get lost in general at times or regularly,):) but creative people are very invested in their work at a deep core level, deeply in love with what they do and usually deeply sensitive, unless they've spent years training themselves to become personal powerhouses. (I recommend doing that part, by the way.)
Everyone is vulnerable and fragile at some level and WE ALL HAVE BLIND SPOTS!
Don't wait to fail - ask anyone you trust, or do your research, read and learn what can make your creative endeavour the best that it can be. Not everyone will charge you massive dollars to EDIT YOUR BOOK, GIVE YOU ADVICE OR HELP IN ANY WAY. If you really have no one for that vital help, (and we've all been there,) read, research and work hard. But NEVER produce a final product for the world market, without a second or third pair of eyes!
Success is determined by many things. It's a world trend to see success in only one way - buckets of money and fame. This couldn't be further from the truth, although earning a living from being creative and artistic is certainly preferred, what most people chasing the creative dream forget regularly is this: If you have worked so hard, often for years or decades, that you make what comes from inside you a tangible reality, and that during your journey your work touches, enlightens, overjoys, heals, brings happiness, thoughtfulness or gathers other people to your 'campfire', then you've achieved something lasting and real. And that's the real success you should be striving for. Anything else is a bonus.
I definitely encourage everyone to try to earn a living from what they create, but if you don't have craftsmanship, a very good understanding of time-honoured rules and don't spend time perfecting technique, who are you kidding? But mostly, if the work isn't seriously coming from a place of unequivocal personal love, I think it might be easier to be something else!
I think the most important gift that our intellect can gain, is the observance of what basis an idea or activity takes in order for something to be workable and to function, and also why, and if it has validity. This is where science meets spirituality, meets art, and meets creative thought and artistic heartfelt success! We have the ability to choose, and it’s never too late to choose to empower yourself or to begin doing what you always felt was 'yours.'
I don’t believe that any one way is ‘the’ way. We each must find our own way. But there are 'ways' that minimize hardship and heartache.
Exchanging ideas is about empowering each other. There are so many gifted and seriously 'creative' and brilliant people on this planet right now!
Unicorn Kisses to all. Deby
Recently, I watched an art show on TV where the renowned water-colour painter kept a huge mirror behind his back so that he could always see the reflected image of what he was painting while he was working on it, in order to check that he was maintaining balance, perspective and not missing 'blind spots.' Since I'm an artist as well as a writer, I fell in love with that idea immediately! (In my younger days I would do a piece of art and then turn it upside-down to see if it balanced in all directions or I would trace it (yes, the hard way) to do the same. Even then, self-taught, I figured I had better gain skill and perspective fast.
When I used to coach people in motivational workshops and return-to-work training courses, I would also have a large mirror in the room so that trainees could learn about themselves and who they appeared to be in other people's eyes - this self-knowledge, terrifying for the trainees in the moment, made the difference - some hadn't worked in over 20 years - and my courses had a 96% employment success rate. The students would understand how they looked, were perceived, how they spoke, how they presented to others and it gave them fantastic self-confidence, which many needed.
As a dressage coach, I encouraged pupils to have strategically placed mirrors around dressage arenas to allow riders to view their capabilities and their flaws.
Why am I telling you this? Because all creative people get lost. (Yes, all people get lost in general at times or regularly,):) but creative people are very invested in their work at a deep core level, deeply in love with what they do and usually deeply sensitive, unless they've spent years training themselves to become personal powerhouses. (I recommend doing that part, by the way.)
Everyone is vulnerable and fragile at some level and WE ALL HAVE BLIND SPOTS!
Don't wait to fail - ask anyone you trust, or do your research, read and learn what can make your creative endeavour the best that it can be. Not everyone will charge you massive dollars to EDIT YOUR BOOK, GIVE YOU ADVICE OR HELP IN ANY WAY. If you really have no one for that vital help, (and we've all been there,) read, research and work hard. But NEVER produce a final product for the world market, without a second or third pair of eyes!
Success is determined by many things. It's a world trend to see success in only one way - buckets of money and fame. This couldn't be further from the truth, although earning a living from being creative and artistic is certainly preferred, what most people chasing the creative dream forget regularly is this: If you have worked so hard, often for years or decades, that you make what comes from inside you a tangible reality, and that during your journey your work touches, enlightens, overjoys, heals, brings happiness, thoughtfulness or gathers other people to your 'campfire', then you've achieved something lasting and real. And that's the real success you should be striving for. Anything else is a bonus.
I definitely encourage everyone to try to earn a living from what they create, but if you don't have craftsmanship, a very good understanding of time-honoured rules and don't spend time perfecting technique, who are you kidding? But mostly, if the work isn't seriously coming from a place of unequivocal personal love, I think it might be easier to be something else!
I think the most important gift that our intellect can gain, is the observance of what basis an idea or activity takes in order for something to be workable and to function, and also why, and if it has validity. This is where science meets spirituality, meets art, and meets creative thought and artistic heartfelt success! We have the ability to choose, and it’s never too late to choose to empower yourself or to begin doing what you always felt was 'yours.'
I don’t believe that any one way is ‘the’ way. We each must find our own way. But there are 'ways' that minimize hardship and heartache.
Exchanging ideas is about empowering each other. There are so many gifted and seriously 'creative' and brilliant people on this planet right now!
Unicorn Kisses to all. Deby
May 8, 2014
I Am A Dream Chaser
All children have dreams. Some dreams are big and some are small but they are all important, each and every one of them. Dreams are our mission, our imagination, our soul whispering and sometimes, shouting to us.
I am a dream-chaser.
Dreams have nothing to do with ambition or market values or fame. Our dreams are like precious little packets that the heart releases to the mind, (not the other way around,) bit by bit, allowing them to unfold over time into grand and glorious realities, whether they be to help stop world hunger or to crochet and knit the most beautiful throw rug ever… dreams are our vibrant inner selves speaking to us, opening doors in what would otherwise be dark tunnels of emptiness.
When a child speaks of their precious dreaming, the plans they are seeing in their mind’s eye for their life, listen. Listen and understand that how you react in your role as an adult is the portal to helping them create themselves; the gateway to open or shut.
Some children will follow their dreams whether they are validated by others or not. Some children are strong and have great will, but others are like fragile plants growing on the edges of a railway line.
It is the place and the role of every adult, whether you have met and made your own dreams yet, or not, to hold your hand out in love to the children you meet. They are us and we are them. Be generous with your kindness, your time and your open gate.
Daydreaming, imagination, play, time to think… these are precious gifts to a child. Close the lid of the laptop, turn off the television. Life and all its aspirations will not come from bright lights and noise, but from the deeply personal power of the individual to listen to their heart-song.
Unicorn Kisses to all.
Deby Adair
I am a dream-chaser.
Dreams have nothing to do with ambition or market values or fame. Our dreams are like precious little packets that the heart releases to the mind, (not the other way around,) bit by bit, allowing them to unfold over time into grand and glorious realities, whether they be to help stop world hunger or to crochet and knit the most beautiful throw rug ever… dreams are our vibrant inner selves speaking to us, opening doors in what would otherwise be dark tunnels of emptiness.
When a child speaks of their precious dreaming, the plans they are seeing in their mind’s eye for their life, listen. Listen and understand that how you react in your role as an adult is the portal to helping them create themselves; the gateway to open or shut.
Some children will follow their dreams whether they are validated by others or not. Some children are strong and have great will, but others are like fragile plants growing on the edges of a railway line.
It is the place and the role of every adult, whether you have met and made your own dreams yet, or not, to hold your hand out in love to the children you meet. They are us and we are them. Be generous with your kindness, your time and your open gate.
Daydreaming, imagination, play, time to think… these are precious gifts to a child. Close the lid of the laptop, turn off the television. Life and all its aspirations will not come from bright lights and noise, but from the deeply personal power of the individual to listen to their heart-song.
Unicorn Kisses to all.
Deby Adair
March 19, 2014
Book Four of The Unicorns of Wish... coming soon...
† The Legend of WISH †
Rising from the mists of sunset and reaching into dawn’s surprise, there is a land called Wish. Guarded by ponds and watched by noble keepers, Wish awaits and prepares for adventures.
One day, a warrior dressed in splendid clothes, and handsome as he was rich, charged the shores of Wish. His desire was to slay a unicorn. He wanted the golden horn for its hidden powers and wisdom.
No matter how much he was told that a unicorn’s horn was of no use to anyone, he would not listen and would not be told. He wasn’t wanted in Wish and was heartily ignored, but the warrior returned again and again; he would not be swayed. It was his wish and his desire to have the horn of a unicorn.
He promised a huge reward to those in the land. But what did they care for bullion or gold? Would it make them strong? Give them wisdom? Teach them to be brave, kind, or fair?
There lived a sorcerer in Wish, and he too ignored the warrior’s plea, but then one sad and foreboding night the sorcerer came forward with a changed mind. And so it was. The sorcerer told the warrior where he could find a unicorn and having done his duty he asked to have his gold, but the warrior was well studied and he knew the ancient lore… mighty unicorns would not appear for just anyone, so he ordered the sorcerer to bring a unicorn to him.
The sorcerer could have taken the gold and sent the warrior home; instead, using wild magic, he changed his appearance and shape to become the image of an innocent maiden.
He sat and waited when all his trickery was complete, on a boulder of a path well used. He held his breath and waited for a sacred unicorn. Meanwhile the warrior hid in bushes nearby, with his arrows and crossbow held ready, his handsome face excited and aglow!
Soon it happened. The wait was neither long nor hard before a pure white unicorn, with shy, soft steps, made herself known. Her breathtaking golden horn shone brightly as her gossamer mane and tail flowed in all their glory to the ground. With innocent eyes open and wide, the unicorn spoke like this: ‘With your once kind heart now turned cold, would you sell your soul and kill virtue, for gold? You are not a maiden, so I offer you a chance: withdraw, send the warrior away and save yourself while you can.’
Discovered in his deception, the sorcerer was not humbled. He did not bow his head or beg forgiveness. Furiously he cast away his disguise...
Excerpt- 'The Legend' from The Unicorns of WISH Series by Deby Adair
***
Rising from the mists of sunset and reaching into dawn’s surprise, there is a land called Wish. Guarded by ponds and watched by noble keepers, Wish awaits and prepares for adventures.
One day, a warrior dressed in splendid clothes, and handsome as he was rich, charged the shores of Wish. His desire was to slay a unicorn. He wanted the golden horn for its hidden powers and wisdom.
No matter how much he was told that a unicorn’s horn was of no use to anyone, he would not listen and would not be told. He wasn’t wanted in Wish and was heartily ignored, but the warrior returned again and again; he would not be swayed. It was his wish and his desire to have the horn of a unicorn.
He promised a huge reward to those in the land. But what did they care for bullion or gold? Would it make them strong? Give them wisdom? Teach them to be brave, kind, or fair?
There lived a sorcerer in Wish, and he too ignored the warrior’s plea, but then one sad and foreboding night the sorcerer came forward with a changed mind. And so it was. The sorcerer told the warrior where he could find a unicorn and having done his duty he asked to have his gold, but the warrior was well studied and he knew the ancient lore… mighty unicorns would not appear for just anyone, so he ordered the sorcerer to bring a unicorn to him.
The sorcerer could have taken the gold and sent the warrior home; instead, using wild magic, he changed his appearance and shape to become the image of an innocent maiden.
He sat and waited when all his trickery was complete, on a boulder of a path well used. He held his breath and waited for a sacred unicorn. Meanwhile the warrior hid in bushes nearby, with his arrows and crossbow held ready, his handsome face excited and aglow!
Soon it happened. The wait was neither long nor hard before a pure white unicorn, with shy, soft steps, made herself known. Her breathtaking golden horn shone brightly as her gossamer mane and tail flowed in all their glory to the ground. With innocent eyes open and wide, the unicorn spoke like this: ‘With your once kind heart now turned cold, would you sell your soul and kill virtue, for gold? You are not a maiden, so I offer you a chance: withdraw, send the warrior away and save yourself while you can.’
Discovered in his deception, the sorcerer was not humbled. He did not bow his head or beg forgiveness. Furiously he cast away his disguise...
Excerpt- 'The Legend' from The Unicorns of WISH Series by Deby Adair
***
January 14, 2014
My Journey of Unicorns
I've probably said this a hundred times before but Unicorns have always fascinated me. I began writing poetry, prose and short stories about unicorns when I was a girl and have created so much artwork with them in it. They’ve captivated me, as I know they do with many people, and I’ve never fallen out of love with them.
Something about the descriptions of unicorns – silken white coats, their shyness and dignity and the tragic sadness of accounts of being hunted for their horns. (It’s a story, in many ways, of the injustices toward wild animals of today.)
I spent a large part of my life with horses, so perhaps I have always loved unicorns because, in some small way, they resemble a horse… however I think it’s more than that.
Did you know that unicorns are not actually recorded in mythology? It’s true. And the reason for this is because it seems that different cultures believed them to be real.
Perhaps they did not look exactly like the mystical unicorn of today, but there are many accounts of unicorns in historical recordings - from artworks to written accounts.
In ancient Greece, scholars recorded a one horned creature in a mythical land far away – they were actually talking about the land we know of as India – where a large, single horned ‘ass’ roamed.
The word Unicorn was derived from ‘uni’ single and ‘cornu’ – horn: single horn or one horn.
But aside from facts and historical recordings, unicorns have come to represent a lot more to many cultures on Earth today.
Mythical in their greatness, pure and loving, they represent all that is good and therefore they rise above the mundane and puerile to embrace the very highest representation of powerful compassion - an ideal we all strive for in our hearts.
‘My’ unicorns, the ones I write about in my books, are not wishy washy or twee… they’re great beings with far-sightedness and wisdom; they touch hearts and know the secrets of the Universe; they battle darkness and feel compassion for the smallest beings yet carry all before them, fearlessly, championing what is good, right and honourable.
And that’s why I adore writing about them. Who doesn’t need to be reminded that there is greater good, wisdom, love and kindness? I find it uplifting to portray these qualities in the compassionate ‘warriors’ of my Unicorns and I know from the comments of my readers that there is often a real need to be reminded that these qualities exist all around us.
Unicorn Kisses to you all! Deby Adair
Blog 2 – Unicorn Kisses Blog. www.unicornkisses.com
From : My World of Unicorns
Something about the descriptions of unicorns – silken white coats, their shyness and dignity and the tragic sadness of accounts of being hunted for their horns. (It’s a story, in many ways, of the injustices toward wild animals of today.)
I spent a large part of my life with horses, so perhaps I have always loved unicorns because, in some small way, they resemble a horse… however I think it’s more than that.
Did you know that unicorns are not actually recorded in mythology? It’s true. And the reason for this is because it seems that different cultures believed them to be real.
Perhaps they did not look exactly like the mystical unicorn of today, but there are many accounts of unicorns in historical recordings - from artworks to written accounts.
In ancient Greece, scholars recorded a one horned creature in a mythical land far away – they were actually talking about the land we know of as India – where a large, single horned ‘ass’ roamed.
The word Unicorn was derived from ‘uni’ single and ‘cornu’ – horn: single horn or one horn.
But aside from facts and historical recordings, unicorns have come to represent a lot more to many cultures on Earth today.
Mythical in their greatness, pure and loving, they represent all that is good and therefore they rise above the mundane and puerile to embrace the very highest representation of powerful compassion - an ideal we all strive for in our hearts.
‘My’ unicorns, the ones I write about in my books, are not wishy washy or twee… they’re great beings with far-sightedness and wisdom; they touch hearts and know the secrets of the Universe; they battle darkness and feel compassion for the smallest beings yet carry all before them, fearlessly, championing what is good, right and honourable.
And that’s why I adore writing about them. Who doesn’t need to be reminded that there is greater good, wisdom, love and kindness? I find it uplifting to portray these qualities in the compassionate ‘warriors’ of my Unicorns and I know from the comments of my readers that there is often a real need to be reminded that these qualities exist all around us.
Unicorn Kisses to you all! Deby Adair
Blog 2 – Unicorn Kisses Blog. www.unicornkisses.com
From : My World of Unicorns
January 2, 2014
2014 - A New Year
Wishing everyone a productive and happy new year filled with good reading, good books, good decisions, good changes and good choices. Let go of the old and embrace the new!
UnicornKisses to all.
UnicornKisses to all.
December 17, 2013
What does Season's Greetings really mean?
Season’s Greetings and safe and happy holidays to all!
Remember, Christmas is only a man-made occasion and all the things it tells us are available to everyone every day of the year.
Not everyone celebrates Christmas, for various reasons, on Christmas day - but if you're sitting alone and it seems as if everyone else is having a much better time than you, don't despair... think of something that makes you happy even if you've never experienced it anywhere but in your imagination... daydream as if you are a child... hum and sing loudly and ridiculously for yourself even if you're tone deaf and the only shelter you have is the overhang of a bridge... take a long walk in the snow, the sun, the wind or the rain… feel the texture of a leaf or watch pictures form in clouds... throw rocks in puddles…prepare your favourite treats for you and your pet and enjoy them as if you're royalty... wear your best clothes even if they're ten years old and bought in a second hand shop... light a candle into the night and burn a stick of your favourite incense... help a stray pet or give service in a soup kitchen… and tell your heart that you love you... because the gift of solitude and silence or quiet spaces are also a blessing ... and sometimes, you can be surrounded by people and yet never feel lonelier.
Take this festive season to get to know yourself, love yourself and forgive yourself. Let the past be at rest and know that tomorrow has validity and that your life has every promise and purpose.
For those of you who have no family or won't be spending Christmas with friends; who may not be feasting or opening presents - Christmas is just a state of mind and a choice. It does not define you, if does not define your journey through life, where you have been and how you’ve travelled; it does not define your validity or your worthiness and in 24 hours it will have passed and just be another memory. And your future beckons. Be there for the future… your future… your life is your greatest gift and you have something that no one else on this entire planet embodies… that is the unequivocal truth.
And for anyone lucky enough to be surrounded by a loving crowd, please try something different – stay healthy, keep the meat off your plate and let the animals have Christmas too - and give thanks and blessings for your life and loved ones as if there is no tomorrow, and mean it with all your heart.
Love and Unicorn Kisses to all.
Deby Adair.
Remember, Christmas is only a man-made occasion and all the things it tells us are available to everyone every day of the year.
Not everyone celebrates Christmas, for various reasons, on Christmas day - but if you're sitting alone and it seems as if everyone else is having a much better time than you, don't despair... think of something that makes you happy even if you've never experienced it anywhere but in your imagination... daydream as if you are a child... hum and sing loudly and ridiculously for yourself even if you're tone deaf and the only shelter you have is the overhang of a bridge... take a long walk in the snow, the sun, the wind or the rain… feel the texture of a leaf or watch pictures form in clouds... throw rocks in puddles…prepare your favourite treats for you and your pet and enjoy them as if you're royalty... wear your best clothes even if they're ten years old and bought in a second hand shop... light a candle into the night and burn a stick of your favourite incense... help a stray pet or give service in a soup kitchen… and tell your heart that you love you... because the gift of solitude and silence or quiet spaces are also a blessing ... and sometimes, you can be surrounded by people and yet never feel lonelier.
Take this festive season to get to know yourself, love yourself and forgive yourself. Let the past be at rest and know that tomorrow has validity and that your life has every promise and purpose.
For those of you who have no family or won't be spending Christmas with friends; who may not be feasting or opening presents - Christmas is just a state of mind and a choice. It does not define you, if does not define your journey through life, where you have been and how you’ve travelled; it does not define your validity or your worthiness and in 24 hours it will have passed and just be another memory. And your future beckons. Be there for the future… your future… your life is your greatest gift and you have something that no one else on this entire planet embodies… that is the unequivocal truth.
And for anyone lucky enough to be surrounded by a loving crowd, please try something different – stay healthy, keep the meat off your plate and let the animals have Christmas too - and give thanks and blessings for your life and loved ones as if there is no tomorrow, and mean it with all your heart.
Love and Unicorn Kisses to all.
Deby Adair.
November 5, 2013
We create because we can't not create.
In the past I wrote books in silence with only the beauty of nature to enthral me... the black swans of the lake, the pelicans, the wild lightning storms and the seasonal moods of the doves and the mulberry tree by the door... but things changed.
I moved away from the lake... sometimes I'm in different locations throughout the year... the bright green hills of one place, the coloured birds and the placid orchards of another, in a café, a traffic jam, on a train, so I have learned to write my books 'on the run'... and for this, I have found another way to create altogether... and I would never have thought it possible ... a headset, a laptop, sometimes a rose in a vase and amazing music.
There is always a way to make your art happen... and we each have to find it and never let circumstances stop us.
Unicorn Kisses
I moved away from the lake... sometimes I'm in different locations throughout the year... the bright green hills of one place, the coloured birds and the placid orchards of another, in a café, a traffic jam, on a train, so I have learned to write my books 'on the run'... and for this, I have found another way to create altogether... and I would never have thought it possible ... a headset, a laptop, sometimes a rose in a vase and amazing music.
There is always a way to make your art happen... and we each have to find it and never let circumstances stop us.
Unicorn Kisses
September 10, 2013
Winners - 'Wish Again-Dream's Truth' !
Thank you to all the fantastic entrants who took part in the
'Wish Again-Dream's Truth' Giveaway!
And a BIG Congratulations to Tanis and Valerie, our winners!
Happy Reading!
'Wish Again-Dream's Truth' Giveaway!
And a BIG Congratulations to Tanis and Valerie, our winners!
Happy Reading!
