...life can be seen as a tapestry of tightly woven threads, each thread linking everything in the web of life, then a darkening colour, a harsh sound, a haunting cry, ripples through the warp and weft to vibrate the threads of time... ...ancient and mysterious bones, discovered on the Yorkshire Wolds hold a secret hidden for centuries, which must not be revealed... ...a Grove of Wytches meet to celebrate the Mabon Rite of Equinox in Australia but strange energies are afoot that go beyond mortal comprehension... ...four young women are brought together in the little Spa town of Springsmeet to work out the riddle of the inexplicable disappearance of their friend and teacher of the Old Ways; a celebrated writer and lecturer. ...one, a gifted seer, musician and weaver, will learn of her ancestry long concealed in the veil ...one will learn of her natural gifts as an artist and writer ...one will be the gentle guide and healer who nurtures and supports everyone but herself and one must fight to control the anger and pain from the past, to temper and hone it into a tool of great compassion. ...all must learn to believe in their own gifts and in the Magick their teacher showed them ...to travel the portals into the realms where the Fae reside at the times of the year when the veil is thin and the Old Ones walk the land. ...many will step forward to assist them in their search as blight spreads sticky dark threads across all the realms to the Birthing Tree where all life must return one day and where for one of them the greatest test to face is that Magick might indeed be real... ...they must travel the inner realms to discover the truths of life itself...
continue the journey with Beth, Sam, Flora and Maeve as they continue the search for Sybille who mysteriously vanished 18 months ago Arianwen speaks of Magicks and the land Magick feeds the land and the land feeds our Magicks, she sang. Humankin have forgotten to believe and so our power diminishes, as too will the essence of the Mother. Soon they will wonder why their earth realm is suffering dire change and in turn so must they. Change or die; like us disappear into the threads beyond time. This realm will only be inhabited by those who appreciate their own powers of co-creation with the Mother and with us and who have the ability to project in all directions to restore the earth plane they believe is reality. It is only one among many but which will they chose as their truth; one with anger, revenge, regret, fear and deceit or a planet where light and the Mothers Magicks return to empower the land again, and the tears of the small creature dried and the Maker was gone. she was otter, dragonfly, leaf sprite, a breath of air, a droplet of water vapour, a tidal pool of emotion. She knew no differentiation between herself and all that is for she was all that is the journey continues
Slender Silver Birch whispered secrets to a flock of noisy sparrows, arrowing like darts into the depths of ancient twisted limbs; the last leaves clinging stubbornly, shaken loose circling, drifting down to join their sibling on the earth to begin the journey to mulch-hood. It was cold but the sounds of nature were undiminished; a ravens caw, a kookaburras contagious chuckle and the sweet, melodic call of a thrush echoed across the garden to the silent group sitting beneath the canopy of branches, soaking up the suns last warmth before winters final grip held the earth in stasis. Flora, Samantha, Maeve and the group who had assembled around them were tired and confused, not knowing if the outcome of their ritual, woven with the intention to locate Sybille on Samhain eve had been successful and knowing that much rode on it. They had all witnessed things they could not put name to and so much more had to their frustration, been hidden from sight as they stood backs turned to the events unfolding in the circle. Who was the small creature, Maeve saw watching her with such cold intensity? Where did Bethan go in that brief moment she vanished? Who are the enigmatic Dark Fae, waiting in the wings for any of them to make just one small slip? dare you walk the between, in the places unseen will you dare to engage with your shade will you walk, will you stray senses lost on the way with the mists calling home will you wander alone dare you walk the between unafraid the story continues after the Samhain Rite
long awaited sequel to Warp and Weft journey now on the Silken Web where the Wheel of the year has turned twice since Sybille disappeared mysteriously and the women charged with fi nding her have grown beyond recognition, as has the group who gathered from all realms to help Sam fl ew through the Aethers, unfettered, free of all human burden and pain. A cool, fragrant wind, ruffl ed long fl ight quills, all memory gone, of who or what she was, had been or ever would be, in that moment. Carried under a cloak of musky-sweet feathers; safe, a gentle recall emerged of warm arms and soft down. Then, something was pulling at her, tugging at her mind insistently; Sam, she heard. Sam, come back, its not your time to leave. An acrid odour seared her nostrils; offensive, as burnt feathers or hair and she fought to maintain her blissful fl ight away from the realms of pain and dark matters. A voice grew stronger, this one deeper, a masculine melodic tone; Morgan sang to her, calling her back Life is a struggle when we see through the veil hands become fragile; skin fair and pale. Come home from the dreaming come back to this place, nows no time to travel, come home from this space. You are a dreamer, one who sees true memories awaken feathers blue-black hue. Free fl ying falling then higher you soar, come home from your dreaming there is more so much more. Come with them on the next stage of the search as Sam learns disturbing and heartbreaking things about her passage through the Between.
The art and poetry collection, In Stillness, was created through my daily immersion in nature after the loss of our eldest daughter. Each day a renewal occurs, within the natural cycles, from dawn to dusk, season to season, one moon cycle to the next and one solar year to another. Life can hand out raw and unexpected deals at times, but for me, it's important to continue trusting that all emotions pass, leaving bitter-sweet memories of previous times. Visual references to the pain we suffer, losses we experience, hone us as human beings, helping us to move closer to the planet we live on as an intrinsic part, rather than separate, or overlord, to it. All we have known is reflected in nature. We can draw from all the death and loss seen every day, so much of which goes unnoticed by the average, busy person, unless it is within their own sphere of existence, but each day, a bird may fall from a nest, be storm-blown into unfamiliar landscapes or die, unknown and un-mourned. We deem these, seemingly, natural occurrences, to be less important than a human death. Our grief and loss, apparently, far outweighs a fallen bird... but is this truly so? By bearing witness to nature's losses, we can better understand, and mourn, our own personal, and collective tragedies. In Stillnes... in gratitude... Penny Reilly 2019 Beyond the Gate Gallery & Studio
In the final chapters of Silver's Threads, Skeins of Tyme, nothing is as it appears. Loss and gain, death and rebirth are all the price too be paid for interaction with the Old Ones. Bargains made with the wily Faefolk never manifest as Bethan, Maeve, Sam and Vanessa, are to discover. Samantha has now disappeared and her journey, harder than any the other's must experience, can only make her stronger; more determined to succeed. Sybille, Sam's Aunt, disappeared two years ago to the day but even the chain of events that began then are so entangled and interwoven, it is hard for any of the seekers to grasp; to even try to imagine, where their journey will lead them. The final chapters unravel, re-twist and unravel again; layer upon layer in the weave of the Skeins of Tyme.
life can be seen as a tapestry of tightly woven threads, each thread linking everything in the web of life, then a darkening colour, a harsh sound, a haunting cry, ripples through the warp and weft to vibrate the threads of time ancient and mysterious bones, discovered on the Yorkshire Wolds hold a secret hidden for centuries, which must not be revealed a Grove of Wytches meet to celebrate the Mabon Rite of Equinox in Australia but strange energies are afoot that go beyond mortal comprehension four young women are brought together in the little Spa town of Springsmeet to work out the riddle of the inexplicable disappearance of their friend and teacher of the Old Ways; a celebrated writer and lecturer. one, a gifted seer, musician and weaver, will learn of her ancestry long concealed in the veil one will learn of her natural gifts as an artist and writer one will be the gentle guide and healer who nurtures and supports everyone but herself and one must fight to control the anger and pain from the past, to temper and hone it into a tool of great compassion. all must learn to believe in their own gifts and in the Magick their teacher showed them to travel the portals into the realms where the Fae reside at the times of the year when the veil is thin and the Old Ones walk the land. many will step forward to assist them in their search as blight spreads sticky dark threads across all the realms to the Birthing Tree where all life must return one day and where for one of them the greatest test to face is that Magick might indeed be real they must travel the inner realms to discover the truths of life itself
Life can be seen as a tapestry of tightly woven threads, each thread linking everything in the web of life, then a darkening colour, a harsh sound, a haunting cry, ripples through the warp and weft to vibrate the threads of time. Ancient and mysterious bones, discovered on the Yorkshire Wolds hold a secret hidden for centuries, which must not be revealed... A Grove of Wytches meets to celebrate the Mabon Rite of Equinox in Australia but strange energies are afoot that go beyond mortal comprehension... Four young women are brought together in the little Spa town of Springsmeet to work out the riddle of the inexplicable disappearance of their friend and teacher of the Old Ways; a celebrated writer and lecturer. One, a gifted seer, musician and weaver, will learn of her ancestry long concealed in the veil ...one will learn of her natural gifts as an artist and writer ...one will be the gentle guide and healer who nurtures and supports everyone but herself and one must fight to control the anger and pain from the past, to temper and hone it into a tool of great compassion. All must learn to believe in their own gifts and in the Magick their teacher showed them ...to travel the portals into the realms where the Fae reside at the times of the year when the veil is thin and the Old Ones walk the land. Many will step forward to assist them in their search as blight spreads sticky dark threads across all the realms to the Birthing Tree where all life must return one day and where for one of them the greatest test to face is that Magick might indeed be real... They must travel the inner realms to discover the truths of life itself...
Nature touches us... she waits for that odd moment when our thoughts are elsewhere, tucked in at the corners of a neat little life. Suddenly, she not only untucks those corners, but pulls on loose threads, unravelling all we thought was 'normal' in our world. Greenman, Jack in the Green, Cernunnos, Herne, John Barleycorn ...all reference the Magickal being who is the epitome of the God of Nature. His presence is revered in all things, all sentient beings and in the changing nature of the very seasons themselves as the native Spirit of the ancient Land of Albion. Who has not lain on their back, looking up through a canopy of leaves, to see faces show briefly before vanishing? A benign, foliate mask of leaves, his signature appearance. I have dreamed of him since childhood. He has been there for me in the tales of my lands and to me, his presence represents nature itself and its changing cycles. And so, Lady Nature and the Greenman come to play in my dreams and psyche, along with creatures who shapeshift and change. I give you, Scraps and Wild Gatherings, the tale that gave me the title, not only to the story, but the entire collection.
The BookTok sensation: a spicy coach’s daughter college sports romance, second in the Beyond the Play series, with new exclusive content in this edition! A secret friends-with-benefits arrangement with the hockey coach’s daughter shouldn’t have a shot in the dark of leading to more… Cooper As a pro-bound college athlete with a good-time reputation, I usually have my pick of puck bunnies. But lately, I’ve been in a dry spell that feels more like a curse, and the stress is affecting my game—the one thing that can’t happen if I’m going to make team captain, and eventually the NHL. Enter Penny Ryder. She’s my coach’s daughter, but the moment she pulls me into that ice rink closet, she’s the one thing on my mind besides hockey. She has a sex bucket list, and each item on it confirms we’re kindred spirits in the bedroom. If I say yes, I’ll be relaxed on the ice again—but if her dad finds out, I’ll be forced to say goodbye to being captain and finally earning my own father’s approval. Penny Thanks to the ex from hell, I’m a long way from being ready for a relationship—but it’s time to reclaim my agency, one long-sought-after experience in bed at a time. Enter Cooper Callahan. He’s my dad’s star defenseman; an arrangement with him will mean keeping yet another major secret from my father. But the agreement we strike is simple: secret friends-with-benefits until he makes captain…and I cross off everything on my list, so I can finally move on from the incident that ruined both my life and my figure skating career. Yet the longer our connection goes on, the more we trust each other, and the less I want to say goodbye. I know love leads to heartbreak, but what if it can also clear the ice for a breakaway? Filled with swoons, spice coaching, sports, and book nerds in love, Breakaway is a don’t-miss adult college sports romance.
A Stormy Spanish Summer – Penny Jordan Felicity Clairemont has come to Spain to claim her inheritance. Unfortunately that means spending time with the Duque Vidal y Salvadores... Vidal hates and wants Fliss with equal measure. But now honor demands he must help her. As the truth about Fliss's family comes out, and their powerful attraction takes hold, can Vidal admit how wrong he's been about her? CEO's Summer Seduction – Katherine Garbera Sebastian Hughes has taken his secretary for granted one too many times. To keep her from walking out he must show her what she's really worth...fast! But she's seen all of his usual seduction ploys...and she'll only settle for the real thing. Long Summer Nights – Kathleen O'Reilly Aaron Barksdale is more than a hot night between the sheets – he's also an award–winning author who disappeared from the public eye years ago. Revealing all could be the scoop of the century for journalist Jennifer Dade, but only if she's willing to risk it all. The Last Summer Of Being Single – Nina Harrington Housekeeper Ella Martinez has been dusting photos of Sebastien Castellano for years, and is skeptical about why he's suddenly arrived at his childhood home in France. But her little boy thinks Seb's cooler than his favorite superhero! Well if superheroes wear pinstripe suits, then Ella sees the similarity. But beneath his buttoned–up exterior, Seb has the power to show Ella a summer she'll never forget!
Old School is in session.... You have probably heard the term Old School, but what you might not know is that there is a concentrated effort to tear that school down. It’s a values thing. The anti–Old School forces believe the traditional way of looking at life is oppressive. Not inclusive. The Old School way may harbor microaggressions. Therefore, Old School philosophy must be diminished. Those crusading against Old School now have a name: Snowflakes. You may have seen them on cable TV whining about social injustice and income inequality. You may have heard them cheering Bernie Sanders as he suggested the government pay for almost everything. The Snowflake movement is proud and loud, and they don’t like Old School grads. So where are you in all this? Did you get up this morning knowing there are mountains to climb—and deciding how you are going to climb them? Do you show up on time? Do you still bend over to pick up a penny? If so, you’re Old School. Or did you wake up whining about safe spaces and trigger warnings? Do you feel marginalized by your college’s mascot? Do you look for something to get outraged about, every single day, so you can fire off a tweet defending your exquisitely precious sensibilities? Then you’re a Snowflake. So again, are you drifting frozen precipitation? Or do you matriculate at the Old School fountain of wisdom? This book will explain the looming confrontation so even the ladies on The View can understand it. Time to take a stand. Old School or Snowflake. Which will it be?
A complex mystery and yummy grilled cheese recipes. What's not to like?"— Kirkus Reviews A bridal shower gone bad quickly becomes the swiss of death, and grilled cheese shop owner Carly Hale must sniff out the suspect Winter in Balsam Dell is a snowy affair, and to add in some cheer after the holidays Carly's former classmate Klarissa Taddeo is hosting her extravagant bridal shower at the historic Balsam Dell inn. But when a double-booking throws some mold in the cheese, Klarissa is left scrambling. Dawn, the maid of honor and wedding planner, saves the day by moving the shower to her family's mansion and books Carly to cater the party. It seems the group is going to pull off the shower without a hitch. That is, until Klarissa's fiancé crashes the event. She's furious with her groom-to-be and when a loud argument ensues, everyone is shocked by what they hear. When the groom is later found dead at the bottom of the stairs, his drink spiked with a hefty dose of poison, Carly must put her nose to the rind and save Klarissa from being suspect #1. Because you know what they say: it's always the (almost) wife.
Four young people graduate from one of America’s finest universities NYU. They have been more than friends during their freshman years but for the class 2008 graduation brings the shock of reality as they face the real world. The NYU graduates decide to go their different ways unaware of the tragedies that will befall them in their pursuit of wealth and fame in the real world of materialism and man’s inhumanity to man. Their families are from different walks of life, from excessive wealth to working class. We live in an insanely competitive and individualistic world . . . one that worships, money, possessions, perfection and celebrity that never let us take a step off the treadmill. This is a drama of insurmountable proportions where, tragedy, murder, betrayal, fraud and industrial espionage are all part of their tremulous journey in the real world and the reality that with every decision we make there is always a price!
Four young people graduate from one of America’s finest universities NYU. They have been more than friends during their freshman years but for the class 2008 graduation brings the shock of reality as they face the real world. The NYU graduates decide to go their different ways unaware of the tragedies that will befall them in their pursuit of wealth and fame in the real world of materialism and man’s inhumanity to man. Their families are from different walks of life, from excessive wealth to working class. We live in an insanely competitive and individualistic world . . . one that worships, money, possessions, perfection and celebrity that never let us take a step off the treadmill. This is a drama of insurmountable proportions where, tragedy, murder, betrayal, fraud and industrial espionage are all part of their tremulous journey in the real world and the reality that with every decision we make there is always a price!
PREFACE. THE Author of this very practical treatise on Scotch Loch - Fishing desires clearly that it may be of use to all who had it. He does not pretend to have written anything new, but to have attempted to put what he has to say in as readable a form as possible. Everything in the way of the history and habits of fish has been studiously avoided, and technicalities have been used as sparingly as possible. The writing of this book has afforded him pleasure in his leisure moments, and that pleasure would be much increased if he knew that the perusal of it would create any bond of sympathy between himself and the angling community in general. This section is interleaved with blank shects for the readers notes. The Author need hardly say that any suggestions addressed to the case of the publishers, will meet with consideration in a future edition. We do not pretend to write or enlarge upon a new subject. Much has been said and written-and well said and written too on the art of fishing but loch-fishing has been rather looked upon as a second-rate performance, and to dispel this idea is one of the objects for which this present treatise has been written. Far be it from us to say anything against fishing, lawfully practised in any form but many pent up in our large towns will bear us out when me say that, on the whole, a days loch-fishing is the most convenient. One great matter is, that the loch-fisher is depend- ent on nothing but enough wind to curl the water, -and on a large loch it is very seldom that a dead calm prevails all day, -and can make his arrangements for a day, weeks beforehand whereas the stream- fisher is dependent for a good take on the state of the water and however pleasant and easy it may be for one living near the banks of a good trout stream or river, it is quite another matter to arrange for a days river-fishing, if one is looking forward to a holiday at a date some weeks ahead. Providence may favour the expectant angler with a good day, and the water in order but experience has taught most of us that the good days are in the minority, and that, as is the case with our rapid running streams, -such as many of our northern streams are, -the water is either too large or too small, unless, as previously remarked, you live near at hand, and can catch it at its best. A common belief in regard to loch-fishing is, that the tyro and the experienced angler have nearly the same chance in fishing, -the one from the stern and the other from the bow of the same boat. Of all the absurd beliefs as to loch-fishing, this is one of the most absurd. Try it. Give the tyro either end of the boat he likes give him a cast of ally flies he may fancy, or even a cast similar to those which a crack may be using and if he catches one for every three the other has, he may consider himself very lucky. Of course there are lochs where the fish are not abundant, and a beginner may come across as many as an older fisher but we speak of lochs where there are fish to be caught, and where each has a fair chance. Again, it is said that the boatman has as much to do with catching trout in a loch as the angler. Well, we dont deny that. In an untried loch it is necessary to have the guidance of a good boatman but the same argument holds good as to stream-fishing...
From the author of the “funny, irreverent, and highly entertaining” (Liane Moriarty, author of The Husband’s Secret) Fine Color of Rust comes a brilliant new novel about a misfit trio who become instant international reality stars, probing the nature of celebrity, disability, and the value of human life. Perhaps every human being was a freak. Hadn’t he read somewhere that every person has at least a handful of damaged genes? That all humans embody a myriad of nature’s mistakes? Meet Leon (stage name: Clockwork Man), a nervous, introverted thirty-year-old man with a brass heart; Kathryn (stage name: Lady Lamb), a brash, sexy woman covered almost entirely with black, tightly furled wool; and Christos (stage name: Seraphiel), a vain performance artist who plays a winged god with the help of ceramic implants inserted between his shoulder blades. These are The Wonders, three extraordinary people whose medical treatments have tested the limits of the human body. When they are brought together by a canny entrepreneur, their glamorous, genre-defying, twenty-first-century circus act becomes a global sensation. But what makes them objects of fascination also places them in danger. With warmth, humor, and astonishing insight, Paddy O’Reilly has written a wonderful novel that will appeal to fans of Sara Gruen’s Ape House, Karen Joy Fowler’s We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, and Teddy Wayne’s The Love Song of Jonny Valentine—or anyone who’s ever questioned the nature of fame, our kinship with the animal kingdom, and the delicate balancing act of life and death.
The nature, extent, and likely future of outsourcing in the United Kingdom was examined through an extensive literature review and interviews with small numbers of local authorities, companies, and contractors. Despite the limited data available, it appeared that outsourcing is concentrated in ancillary activities and is relatively marginal, both as a proportion of the work force and in terms of its organizational impact. Among the reasons cited for outsourcing were the following: cost, improved service, desire to focus on core business and reduce exposure, and flexibility to meet fluctuating supply and demand. The problems encountered by organizations resorting to outsourcing have stemmed from choosing outsourcing for the wrong reasons and preparing for it poorly. The following were identified as alternatives to outsourcing: changing the organization's overall shape/size; introducing more flexible work arrangements; and altering the means of structuring service provision. Special attention was paid to the best ways of planning and managing outsourcing, use of outsourcing by local governments, and effects of outsourcing on employees. It was concluded that continued pressures to reduce costs and maximize productivity will likely mean the continuation of partial and selective outsourcing, with clients becoming more sophisticated and demanding in what they expect from contractors. (Contains 98 references.) (MN)
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