I’m looking forward to the release of my second novel, the second in a series called The Lost & Found Series. I named it this because often times when we feel the most lost, we are about to be reclaimed. Sometimes we reclaim ourselves, the core person we are deep within our soul, and sometimes it is that special someone, a lover, a friend, a family member who reclaims us, and brings us around to where we need to be. Each of the stories in this series are set on loving in difficult situations. Hope finds herself in the difficult situation of really horrible timing, and an enduring love affair with a man she cannot be with. The reason? Timing. Horrible timing and poor decisions. Who among us has not encountered this!
Timing as they say is everything and even when it isn’t right, perfect or even flawed, love can still exist. It lives in our minds and hearts as we go through the daily, weekly, and yearly journeys of our lives. Those we love who cannot be with us are still with us and leave an indelible mark on our lives. Ask anyone who has lost a spouse. Ask someone about their first true love. Yes, we change, and yes we move on, but sometimes we don’t. Sometimes, the love is just as strong today as it was three, five or twenty-five years ago. It’s not the basis of my story, but I love to read about elderly couples who reunite many many years after their lives separated. Just makes my heart happy that all of those folks out there longing to be with their person, might eventually fall back into great timing. Timing that epic love almost always has.
Here is a little snip-it from a chapter in Hope in Carolina where the memory of someone loved makes the characters feel connected, although that cannot be.
Hope remembers the cardinals
Hope walked away from the door frame after trying the light switch once more. There was still no power so she returned to the edge of the fireplace and stood as still as a mannequin staring into the flames. Her thoughts were centered on the storm, how much more snow would fall. Could she get out to the truck? How much gas was in the truck? Were the icy spots on the long descending drive way going to cause the truck to veer off the side of the hill? Too many questions, so she let her mind drift into the flames once more.
One more impossible situation she said out loud. She had met several impossible situations in her life, over half of them because of loving Drew. Tonight he was very present even though she had no idea where in the world he was. As the soft snow fell and the room turned cold from the lack of electricity, her only thoughts were about him.
She wondered if it was snowing in North Carolina and if he was still living and working with his grandparents at the vineyard. The snow is so beautiful there, she thought to herself. She loved the way the lines of the vines looked draped with the snow, and the way the birds would line up on the ends of the rows where there was just enough wire showing. This made her think of the cardinals at the vineyard guest house.
Her favorite bird had always been the cardinal, for many reasons, but mostly because she had been told they mate for life. It was the first animal that she had learned this about. Even if that was fact stretching, she still liked to believe it. As a second grader her teacher put up a bird house just outside of the classroom window so the class could observe the birds. Cardinals of every shape and size would work the schoolyard and tree line then late in the afternoon, a single pair would return to the bird house just before school let out of the day. Teacher had said that these were the mamma and daddy birds. The daddy was the bigger and brighter of the two, but Hope had always favored the nearly pink/grey females. They were good mothers, and they looked excited when the males would return, and stand on the edge of the bird house rail, on guard.
She felt warmer now sitting in front of the fire and she realized that she was getting sleepy, so she set her cup of Earl Gray tea down on the hearth, and pulled the blankets closer to her as she laid her head down on the fluffy pillow from the sofa.
When her eyes closed, she could see Drew standing in front of a fireplace, holding a log in one hand, his muscles bulging from the strain. This brought back memories of the first weekend they knew each other as more than just business partners.
She remembered how they had danced to the hand-held radio playing Lovely As You by Allison Kraus & Union Station. She fell in love with bluegrass music that night as well. Drew made her feel special for the first time in a really long time. She knew she was still special to him, wherever he was, and he to her even though they could never be together. To disrupt his life and his time with his children was not something she was willing to do. He was in the one place that she knew he would always be happy. In their lives, even if things surrounding them were troubled, he would be happier knowing them, watching them grow, and protecting them. Just like the male cardinal on the rail of the bird house.
She longed to be his pink/grey female, waiting for his return to their shared lifelong sanctuary, and loving their babies.
Hope in Carolina a Lost & Found novel