Touchstones

Hello Sweet Friends,

I hope this post finds you well.


In our neck of the woods, life carries on with complexity and contradiction.


This past month we've dealt with illness, faced new losses, and wrestled with new worries, all while the days have grown longer and the frost has slowly given way to green.

 I'm looking for small blessings every day. When times are tough, I try to pay close attention to the natural world, to my children and loved ones, and to the art and music that sustains me. If I trust them and cultivate patience, these touchstones continually guide me back to health and peace.


In happy news, I turned 40 and celebrated in a variety of ways that left me full of gratitude and love.

Theater with My Love

Tea with Sirens

Fire Dancing with Zairee

Plenty of Snugs
I also visited dear friends in California for a writing retreat.



I can't tell you how much I appreciate my wolfish sisters near and far. They continually remind me that strength comes in many forms, and that it's okay to fall apart and rise again.


Writing wise, I'm happy to say there are a couple exciting projects on the horizon.

A story of mine (and one near and dear to my heart) will be published this April in Mythic Delirium.
Here's a sneak peak at the cover art by Hjalmar Wåhlin:


I'll be sure to post again when the story is live. Thanks in advance if you visit Mythic Delirium, subscribe, and/or choose to support them. Mike and Anita Allen have been publishing speculative fiction for many years (some of which has won well-deserved awards) and I think it's important to support art like theirs in our times. So again, thanks. 

My other news is that I have a new work in progress! It's a middle grade novel (not in the same world as TOUGH) and I'm pretty darn excited about it. I'm thinking about what to call it, but for now I'll refer to it as TIME.  And yes, it's speculative. Life, after all, is rich in magic if you know where to look. 

For example, I found these lovely little Sea Dragons on my walk this morning...



Love and thanks to all of you for swinging by and continuing to be in my life. Old friends, new friends, or strangers who have wandered here... your presence matters to me. Much much love. -Edie

Comments

LBM said…
And love Love love to you
March 2, 2018 at 6:42 PM
Edith Hope Bishop said…
Thank you, my darling. Thinkin boutcha. Owe you an email!
March 2, 2018 at 6:50 PM
Uncle Key said…
SO much LOVE!!!! Thank you for this and all your posts :)
March 3, 2018 at 9:43 PM
Edith Hope Bishop said…
Love you back. Lots and lots. Thanks for reading. <3
March 7, 2018 at 5:21 PM
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