8/16/17

TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE





THE FIRST TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE
TO CROSS THE USA FROM COAST TO COAST IN 99 YEARS!

MORE TO COME 
STAY TUNED...



8/14/17

DARK SUN


Eclipses and Solar Flares coming soon...





8/13/17


website is up for now

8/11/17

THE RIVERS RISE





It happened so fast.

She sat in a chair her arms folded across her chest. Fear climbed inside her. One thing was certain. If the river continued to rise her home would be flooded in no time. She shuttered at the thought. All her belongings swept away by the surging flooding rapids. Maybe even her house too.

She had moved into the bungalow in the small town of Cavater near the river’s edge not more than a year ago. Soon after a bad breakup with her lover. Others warned her that flooding could happen there. But she was so enamored with the quaint little place she didn’t give the warnings much thought. Maybe she should have listened.

Too late now.

She rose from her seat and went to the door opening it just a crack. The winds whipped up a furious storm and rains poured down relentlessly. Slamming the door tight against the onslaught, she leaned back breathing hard. 

Before the electric had gone off and the cell towers cut out, the Weather Service had issued flash flood advisories for the entire area. Earlier she had sat in quietness by the fireplace caught up in reading. She hadn’t given the alerts much thought, figuring the rains would pass as usual with no damage.

But suddenly things changed for the worse. Rapid flood waters pounded a fearsome cadence just outside. The river was rising quicker than she thought it ever could.

A helpless feeling gripped her. There was no way to get out the front door. Or the back either. The road near her house had turned into a gushing rambling river.

“Oh god, I'm going to die here.” At that moment, the probability seemed imminent. She glanced toward the ceiling. “I could use a real miracle right about now.” She sighed and tried to think of something, anything she could do to get to safety.

She shook her head and tears blurred her vision. She noticed water seeping in under the door and retreated to the top of her dining table. The fast invading waters rose deeper and higher around her. 

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed over the turbulence, startling her. Something pushed with great force against her door. “What's happening?” She yelled as a rush of dirty river water slammed into her legs. The surge quickly overtook her and knocked her from the table. She went under. Struggling and gasping for air she tried to reach for anything to grab onto, pull herself above the raging river that flooded the inside of her home.

But nothing was there. And she knew. She knew she was drowning...

In her half-conscious state, she imagined she felt strong hands touching her pulling her upward through the rising river waters. She gasped and coughed as air filled her lungs with a sharp pang.

A deep masculine voice said, “Hold on, I’m getting you out of here.”
She winced and pulled back from him, confused.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a gentle tone. “I won't let you drown.”

Her body quaked with shock and coldness. “But…” she rasped. "Who? How…”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered close to her ear as he wrapped her against his warm chest. “I’m taking you out of here.”

He lifted her into his arms and carried her as he trudged through the murky waters holding her tight. Her head lolled against his shoulder and she drifted in and out of consciousness. Was she alive or was this some sort of blurry vision. Did a stranger just save her from drowning? Sometime later, she couldn’t tell how long, she heard other voices.

“I’ve got her,” she heard him call out. “One of you guys toss me a blanket will you.”

She felt herself being wrapped in more warmth and turned to look at the one who held her close. He secured the blanket and snugged it around her body. She stared at his handsome face. “W-who are you?” she asked.

He looked at her and smiled. “Glad to see you’re awake.” He paused. “I’m with the emergency rescue unit out of Cavater. My name is…”

She moved, lifting her head which interrupted his words. “Yes,” she said as recognition struck her. “I do know you. I’ve seen you at the coffee shop.” An instant attraction filled her. The same one she had the first time she saw him standing in line ordering a double espresso.

Freezing rains pelted against them and the undertow of the river knocked them around. But a lifeboat was there and others were too. They helped him lift her into the boat. He rolled over the edge and sat down behind her. The motor roared to life and they were moving fast across the water. She shivered as she looked back. Her house and all her belongings were gone. Taken by the torrid floods engulfing everything in sight.

“Don’t look back,” he said over the din of rain and motor.

“Everything—Everything I had is gone…” She murmured.

“Come here.” He pulled her against him. “Not everything. You’re still alive and that’s something.”

Her smile was weak, but she nodded and let her body relax as he held her close.

“And I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he added, nestling her in the safety of his arms.

It would take a long time to recover from the disaster that just befell her. But she knew instinctively that he would be there, helping her, making things easier. 

“Thank you. I know this is your job. It’s what you do. You comfort people and help them get through when things like this happen," she said. "You're a very special man, you know that?" 

He brushed a strand of long dark hair away from her cheek. "And you are such a lovely lady." He paused and she felt his body moving, breathing with hers. "You don't know how many times I wanted to talk to you whenever I saw you in that coffee shop."

"Yeah? And why didn't you?" 

"Because you are just so beautiful, so delicate." He laughed a little. "And here I am this big ole' oaf."

She grinned and her hand reached up to touch his face. "How come you don't know how handsome you are?" She jested, "didn't any of the other women you've rescued ever tell you that?"

"Ah, well, you're the only woman I've ever saved from drowning. And," he, stammered then blurted, "truthfully, the only one I've wanted in a long time."

With his words her body began to tingle, and not from shock or loss or fear, but from something deeper, something sweeter and more abiding. "I want to kiss you," she said low. "Can I?"

He stirred behind her. "Out of gratitude?" He asked. He moved, angling around so his face was only a hair's breath from hers.

"No" she replied. "Because I've wanted to since the first time I saw you, and yes, in that coffee shop." 

"You're not kidding are you?" 

Her lips brushed across his and she kissed him, fell into him as if she'd always been a part of him. His breath quickened as her mouth mingled inside his and she heard his fevered moans.

"My god lady you touch me so deep.” Then he added, “I've never wanted my heart so close to someone’s soul before. But you make me feel that way."

She couldn't stop the tears from welling up again and she buried her head into his chest. "No one has ever said anything so profound to me," she said finally.

He lifted her head so he could look at her. "I don't know how to say this and maybe it's too soon and I shouldn't. But I love you."

"You do?" She sniffled. "I think I love you too."

He took her face in both his hands, wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her deep and long and forever.  



Story by Kaye Manro





© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



(photo courtesy of © Mystic Photography)





8/4/17

MISTY NEW MORN




She waited for him there in the mists of the early morning light.

”Good Morn my Lady,” he said as he arrived, bowing to her and tipping his sword.

She smiled and curtsied to him. “I see you are carrying your shield today. Are you off to fight the Demons that once plagued your soul or some other great battle that needs to be faced?”

He looked upon her with all his Love shining through. “Today I stand guard at the precipice of our Soul. And yes, I have fought the fierce Ones and won.”

“Take care, my beloved,” she cautioned. “For just when you think the battles are all but gone another One may rear its ugly head, beckoning for you fight once again.”

He turned, looked over his shoulder and leaned on his sword. “I know, my love. I do know just that.”

Then he shifted his gaze skyward and smiled. “But today the air is clear the sun is bright and this world is full of new promise. Looking back toward her, he said, “Care for a frolic my beloved?  I bid you come ride with me into the warmth of this misty new morning.”

He stretched out his hand and took hers in his. Their fingers touched and an ethereal space closed around them wrapping them within one another’s embrace. Without so much as a thought or a care save one for the other. And as the light of their love enfolded them they become as one.

Together they sat upon the beauty of his mystical horse, who stood poised in the flowing meadow before them. They rode off into the early morning light of a new day and a new promise.



Vignette story by Kaye Manro



 



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

(modified version from Musings and Memories 2016)




7/24/17

LETTING THE MUSIC PLAY AND THEN SOME



Yesterday as I was digging out some old things--pictures and such-- I came across something interesting that I had forgotten about. Amazing. It was still buried so deep in my mind. 

It was a story. Actually a screenplay treatment written several years back while I was at UCLA. The story premise is rather good, and interestingly enough with some work and changes could fit with a series I already have going. 

How about this title: 

LET THE MUSIC PLAY

Don't think I ever wrote about it here or anywhere else in blog or fb land. The story title came from a song my brother produced back in the LA days as he pursued concerts, albums and avenues of rock and roll as a profession. What great times those were and what fantastic songs came from then. (a song written in his teen years before others took the title for their songs. And you won't find it now. Pulled from the market and only a select few have a copy of it.)

Back to the story I wrote around that title. 

With rewriting LET THE MUSIC PLAY will fit with the series I have been writing: Love story involving-- you got it-- a musician and a dancer. 

Okay, yes, I've done this but not exactly in the same way. It has a good plot twist that takes the story far from where a reader might think it is going. And it is not SF. 

Enough said for now other than I'm pulling the story, LET THE MUSIC PLAY out of mothballs and giving it a new face and a whirl.
And no, I don't think I've done enough with the musician/dancer scenario. Is there ever too many fun creativity laden stories? I'm going to see what comes of it. Could be something, maybe.

Kaye



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017


7/22/17

B-DAY WISHES





July 22

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUSTY!!




Just for you...

a Dream in your pocket
a Wish in your shoe
a ribbon of Stars
and a Moonbeam or two
not just today 
but All your life through!

Love to you on your Special Day!







© copyright Kaye Manro 2017




7/16/17

MOVING STRONG


It's wonderful to fall in love
And not so great falling out of love...



When thinking about writing love stories and romance, can taking conflicts and romantic relationship upheavals from real life make a story stronger and more believable? 

Absolutely!

If you are experiencing relationship conflict and are trying to work through it, this can be a catalyst for your character's interaction too. 

Sometimes you and your partner will find compromises and solutions to your problems and can work out ways to make your relationship better. And sometimes not.

So what if you have tried and tried again and still it isn't working and you both know it's time to move on. 

It's never easy it never is. Breaking up is hard. Moving on can be even harder especially if you are inside a long term relationship. There are a myriad of broken hearts scattered everywhere. So remember you are not alone.

I'm a big advocate of trying harder and longer to make love stay, but sometimes it just isn't going to work no matter what you do or try.  

So if it is over and there is nothing left to do but leave each other, then do it. Even if you say we only need to be apart for a while...

There is a freedom in letting go, even if it is tinged with sadness and hurt. And as you move farther on a healing and growing inside yourself can happen as time passes. 

Sometimes this apart time may bring you closer again. Sometimes not. So don't count on that. Rather, be with your own feelings your own self and your processes. 

The good side is as a writer, those things you endured can start to come through your writing and make your stories even stronger, deeper and more realistic. 

There is a whole new you just waiting to be free. And so are your characters too!

Kaye



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017




7/8/17

A CHANGE FOR THE FLAGSHIP BLOG



So this is it. A new view that has needed a change for a long time now. And here are the ones I've made so far. It may be revised again and again depending on my whims. But since it is the flagship blog I started a long time ago, I decided to keep it for now and not take it down. Vary the things I want as I go along. See what happens. Change is good!


Kaye
 

 Power to Rosie!


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017




6/11/17

THE KITCHEN SINK






How many times have I heard the saying about touching the hot stove? Many. And about the Kitchen sink? Lots.Though the sink is different from the stove they are related. 

So let's see, the stove metaphor goes something like this:

If I have to touch a hot stove 10 times or maybe hundreds? in order to learn not to touch that hot stove, then maybe I will learn to stop doing the things that causes me grief. Maybe.

I burned my finger on a candle the other day and was reminded of the hot stove. Little things begin to happen in a series and pile up to be one large emotional mess.

Which brings in the kitchen sink. When things start to go wrong and the negative drama increases it springboards all over. Everything that happens becomes big and bad. Past present even future. So it goes.

One day can be so good and warm.
Then all of sudden things change and bad stuff happens things go wrong. Little happenings turn in to big ones. I feel it, react to it, and before long I'm in the dramatic kitchen sink area again. After the stove. 

Finding a way to chill down? How about a deep freeze. Take all the stuff that is bothering me and causes the problems and just throw it into a deep freeze to chill for a while. When I open the freezer door again, everything should have settled into a nice calm coolness. Drama and emotional responses chilled out and gone.

It could work. Hectic runaway emotions can wreck havoc a lot and bring on the springboard effect.

Hot Stoves, Kitchen Sinks and Deep Freezes. Kitchen appliances and metaphors that we all love to hate.

Kaye 


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017


4/23/17

IT'S NOT ABOUT BUDDHA




When I first had thoughts about doing this article I didn’t know exactly what it would be or what I would say. I did know I wanted to share things I’d learned and experienced over time.

 I decided a while back that what I needed was more peace and to have that thing called ‘well-being’ in my life. Chaos, scrambled thoughts and feelings became just too uncomfortable for me. Reacting to circumstances whatever and whenever overwhelmed me a lot.

I’d tried relaxation exercises and focus too. But those feelings kept coming back to plague me, take away my peace of mind. I would practice getting quiet and calm and then I’d say, “Great, I’m doing it. I’m doing fine.”

Sure. I was fine. Until my feelings would crop up and take me straight back down into those old places of action and reaction and overwhelming negative thoughts and feelings.   

So let’s move on to a subject that some love, some hate, some try and some don’t—the list goes on. 

People who don’t practice any kind of focus or what many call meditation may not understand that it’s all about knowing your own feelings and thought patterns and deciding what to keep and what to throw away. Sounds simple. Pick your thoughts, and the feelings you want to experience.

How simple is it? Not so simple.

Controlling how you respond and feel at a given time is not easy in any stretch of the imagination. Especially with learned responses and possible outside influences.

 What is this idea behind pursuing peace or as some say finding your Zen anyway?

The plan is to explore those ideas on how to find a happier more peaceful life in this lifetime. So as I go forward on this journey I'm wondering what I will find.

Kaye



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

4/16/17

A MID 1960's EASTER


With Nick and Krista



"...What do ya want to do today, baby?" Nick asked.

"You mean other than be with you?" Krista looked his way and smiled as she picked up her cup of espresso from the kitchen counter.

"Yeah," he smiled back and took a sip from his cup. "I thought we might walk the Commons, check out the neighborhood Easter egg hunt near the Market. What do ya say?" 

"I'd like that." Krista leaned over and graced him with a big kiss.

"And then maybe we can stop by The Cathedral, just for a while," she intoned.

"Right on," he said pulling her nearer. He let his mouth linger over hers. ...beautiful old world church... almost as beautiful as you... he whispered across her mind.

She giggled and snuggled closer. Quiet place for lovers to reflect... she sent back. 


"And after that," he said aloud nestling against her, "we can make love until dawn."

A sigh echoed from her. "That's my kind of Nick Zelmenis night." She pulled slowly from him. "I'll get the Brownie so we can take pictures of our Easter day outing." 

"Groovy idea baby." He gathered up their used cups and put them in the sink.

She leaned against the kitchen door frame watching him...


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017

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Have a gracious and happy Easter

Kaye


4/11/17

THE VILLAGE ~ Early 1960s

It's about time to drop in on favorite Soul-Love couple Nick and Krista. See what they are doing. This time it's a visit to their past and the New Age Village where these two spent a lot of time while they were young.



 
Before heading back to the Village I'll share a few basic ideas on a traditional Yogic practice known as Tantra. What it is and how to attain it. Tantra Yoga is a technique practiced in India from centuries ago. It has to do with raising your spiritual energies, attaining higher levels of awareness and spiritual growth.

That is a very broad view however. On the surface it seems to deal with sexual energy. But it has to do with the connection between male and female, yen and yang and raising kundalini (higher energies between a couple) Attaining enlightenment is the main goal.

Keep in mind the following excerpt takes place in the 'love peace and granola' days of the 1960’s. Openness prevailed and many were experiencing the explosion that was happening in the realm of not only sexual freedom but also new ways of thinking and spiritual awareness.

Okay, now let’s look in on a younger Nick and Krista and see what is happening right before they learn what Tantra Yoga really is.


The Village
     

“I’m not going in there with you, Nick. You just go.” Krista backed away from him.

“Why not, Krista girl? Did you know they are having sex in there?”

She stepped closer to him so she could smack his arm. Hard. “Nick Zelmenis we are not supposed to go in there. And they are not having sex.”

Nick raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. “Oh yeah they are. I saw them yesterday. I sneaked in the back and--just come on, Krista, you gotta see this.”

She rolled her eyes. “For heaven’s sake, Nick. That’s not what they are doing. My parents told me about Tantra. It—it has something to do with raising energies, umm,” she scrunched her nose, "kundalini I think is what they call it.”

“Yeah? Well you could have fooled me. That’s not what I saw them rising in there.”

Krista felt her face turning fifty shades of red. “Nick!” 

"Awe, come on Krista. I’m just really curious, that’s all."
“Yeah? My dad told me about boys. All you want to do, you know, is make a girl have sex with you.”

“Krista!” Nick said loud, sounding hurt. “You know that’s not the way it is with you and me, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, Nick." She paused for a second. "I-I really like you so much and—geez. I got those feelings too... bad.” She looked down at the ground and kicked a stone with her foot.      

The next moment, Mr. Fabor, one of the regular yoga instructors came walking out of the Tantra room’s back door. “Hello kids. What’s going on out here?”

“Okay, then,” he said. "By the way, I believe the class on Hidden Power is starting in about five, over on the teen campus.”

“Thanks Mr. Fabor." Krista said. "We were just going over there now.”

She took Nick’s arm and guided him in the opposite direction from the adult campus.

“Hey kids," he called after them. “If you are truly interested in learning what Tantra Yoga is, I’ll be in my office this afternoon. Second floor of the main building. Stop by and we can talk a little. But you have to understand I can’t let you into this class. It’s age restricted.”

“Wow, did you hear that?" Nick said as the two walked arm in arm over to the teen area. “He’s really gonna tell us about sex.”

She pulled on him stopping him in his tracks. "Tantra is not just about sex, Nick. You need to know that.”

She watched him smile a little. “I know, girl. I do know.” With that said, he turned her around to face him and hugged her close...


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To see what Nick and Krista discover about Tantra Yoga look for upcoming books featuring this quintessential Soul-Love couple.  


Kaye Manro
The Soul-Love Series



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017




4/10/17

PINK MOONLIGHT



April is a favorite spring month with blooming flowers, warmer temps and longer days. And an interesting full moon as well known as the pink moon. It peaks on April 11th around 2:00 am EST.

So why is the April moon called the pink moon? Is it because it's pink? Well not exactly, though sometimes this spring moon can have a pink cast due to the atmosphere surrounding the full moon this time of year. It was so called pink in history because of the bloom of the first pink flowers during April. 

Stay up until 2 and watch the April full moon. Dance in its moonbeams and enjoy basking in its light.

  

3/30/17

IN THE NOW




We hear it all the time. Life is short. Live it to the fullest. But do we actually do that? Many times we get caught up in what should have been or what we should have done. Or what we want for the future. It goes on and on. 

What about Now. This instant, this moment, this piece of time that is right here in front of us. Isn't that all we truly have? 

Recently things happened in my life that have given me pause-- Spending time with a good friend and rekindling a friendship which never should have been on hold; coming close to losing someone I love as I watched him become very ill and almost not make it; feeling the shock when another I know left this earth too soon with a surprising and sad speedy exit.

All these things happened recently and for me it adds up to questions like: What's it all about? Why am I stressed so much? Why am I trying so hard? For what? Why can't I just let go and relax?

It also made me realize how fast life slips away. And that I need to slow down take things easy and just live in the now. Find the things that bring me joy and peace and just be... 

Life is surely short and I want to enjoy every second of it however I choose it. And so my new direction is to do just that. 

Here's to everyone I know finding the peace and the pleasantness of just being. No matter how Zen that sounds it is where I'd like to be for now.  

Kaye


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



3/24/17

WORKING FROM A LINE



Here's something interesting to do when you are stuck and can't get those words to come while writing.

Try picking a word or a line. Any that comes to you and start writing from there. See what happens. It could lead to a new story or a part of one you are already writing. Granted this is not a new concept and one that is used for beginning writers. But it could be helpful at times when even a seasoned writer is blocked.

Even though poems come fairly easy to me, this does happen with the poetry I write. Sometimes a line will pop into my head. I feel compelled to write it down and before I know it I have written a poem. When it comes to stories I usually don't work this way. But it can be fun and maybe even fruitful. 

The following is a one liner that led to a couple of paragraphs. And it may morph into an actual scene in a story. Still this is fun to do. So I thought I'd share.

~~~

First Lines

She chose her words carefully... 

...so as not to offend him. She knew how easily that could happen. Even though she didn’t understand him the way she wanted. She needed things to go well between them.

 “Alex,” she ventured. “Where do you believe you come from?”

He glanced toward her and squinted before tilting his head back.  

“That’s just it. I don’t have any idea.” 

He sighed and stared at the dingy ceiling mulling over the cracks where the paint had chipped. 

“Sometimes,” he said, “I almost see, almost know. But then all of it just disappears like a breath riding on the edge of the wind. No thoughts. No memories. Gone."

~~~
Kaye Manro


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



2/14/17

A VALENTINE PAST





A NICK AND KRISTA VALENTINE'S DAY EXCERPT
from AGAIN HOPE 
by
Kaye Manro


Back Bay, Boston 1966

“…I’ll send all my lovin’ to you… all my lovin’ I will send to you..”

Krista McBaine woke to the sound of Nick’s strong tenor voice singing along with a Beetle’s song on the radio.

She smiled. “I love you, Nick Zelmenis.” She called to him and pushed the covers off her naked body. Setting up she stretched her long arms overhead. The bedroom in their Brownstone flat was far too cold and the chill in the room made her shiver.

“What’d ya say, baby?” he called back to her from the kitchen where he was preparing their morning espresso.  

 “You know what I said.” He could read her thoughts and every word if he wanted to do it. They had a distinct telepathic connection and she loved every minute of it.

Feeling a cool rush of air from the not very insulated window beside her, she crawled on hands and knees toward the bottom of the bed to fetch her warm winter robe. It was a freezing Valentine's Day. No more than 15 degrees outside and it felt like 45 inside.

Just about then, Nick entered the bedroom carrying two steaming espressos. “Whoa,” he said. In a swift move he sat the cups on the side table and rolled across the bed. Grabbing her by the ankles he pulled her to him.

“Nick,” she giggled, “what are you doing? I’m cold and I want my robe.”

“And I want you,” he said as he brought her closer to his body, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “I’ll get ya warmed up, baby.” He rocked her downward until she lay flat against the mattress with him on top of her.

“Come on Nick,” her words muffled into the blanket. “I can’t be late for ballet rehearsal today. You know how Rudolf Nureyev is about time. He’s working my solo choreography today. I just can’t be late.”

“We’ve got time,” he said, pushing her long amber hair aside and kissing the back of her neck. "Valentine's Day is the day for lovin'."

She could never resist anything about him. She wriggled around and pushed him backward until she had turned over, still underneath him. 

Laying on top of her he scooted onto his elbows and stared at her face, smiling. Got a surprise for you tonight. Something special. He traced the thought across her mind.

Oh yeah? She sent back. Give me a hint, just a little one. She urged. 

"Ah, no. Not this time," he said aloud. "You just gotta wait for it Baby." 

His cute grin got her every time.  Entangling her fingers in his long wavy hair, she pulled him close and kissed him. “ I want you.” She said as her mouth touched his waiting lips.

God I love you Krista. He sent another thought to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my Nick." She pushed her body hard against his and then took him deep inside her...



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So what does Nick have in store for Krista's Valentine gift? 

Kaye

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017