I was born in the Year of the Dragon

A Look at the Dragon Totem Meanings

A Dragon totem is one of the most powerful totems, representing a huge range of qualities, emotions, and traits. When Dragons come to us, it could mean many things.
The most common message a Dragon totem carry to us is a need for strength, courage, and fortitude. Dragons are also messengers of balance, and magic - encouraging us to tap into our psychic nature and see the world through the eyes of mystery and wonder.
More specifically, Dragons are the embodiment of primordial power - the ultimate ruler of all the elements. This is because the Dragon is the master of all the elements: Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind.
As a totem, the Dragon serves as a powerful guardian and guide. Encourage communication with your Dragon, and acknowledge your Dragon's presence as often as possible.

You Shelter Me

For my Father's 87th Birthday. 

(He loves Africa.)

Like the solitary African tree on the plains of the Serengeti, you have sheltered me. Within your branches I have sought comfort.

Like the tree which is an oasis from the burning sun, so you are the calming force which reaches out and soothes my fears.

Like the tree which gives its fruit and leaves to the wildlife around it, so also have you given of yourself to nurture me.

Like the animals that gather beneath the tree during the monsoons, the storm may rage about me, but I will stand steadfast in the lee of your trunk and I will survive with you to protect me.

Tree courtesy of genuardis.net

Reaching for the Sky

As the whale breaches toward the sky

His massive bulk extended,

Could it be he secretly wants to fly,

As the ruler of the deep he's not contented?

We all think of whales as gentle giants,

Contented with their lot,

Being strong, impressive and reliant,

But what, my friend, if they are not?

Perhaps they have dreams of better things,

Like us, some long to fly,

So they, with their fins, pray for wings,

And make valiant efforts toward the sky.

Theresa Snyder
- 1994 -

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"MALEFACTORS"

                      Volume IV of the Star Travelers Series

This volume is set in the year 30-31 A.R.(After Reestablishment)

Garrett and Pon have rescued a child from certain death at the hands of the local Guardians, on Goliath's third moon,only to find they cannot possibly keep him – or can they?

Targus and his crew are making their way to his home planet - rainy, dark and dank Walh. Targus is unaware his six half-brothers have knowledge of a secret about him. A secret that will lead to plotting murder and death for the MT Captain.

It is only through Terrell's inherited abilities and his persistence Targus may escape his fate in a society that is scarcely more than medieval in its technology. But, in order for Terrell to save his captain he must resurrect and conquer many of his own childhood fears. 

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We 3: The Road Trip 

  

Dad notices a mural on a building we're passing: "Look at that pretty mural."

Mom: "What pretty girl? Are you ogling the girls again?"

Mom to Dad: "Well, that makes everything copasetic."

Dad: "I didn't think it was so pathetic."

Have you ever been in a car with two parents that are hard of hearing on  the way to visit your brother who's hard of hearing and stopped along the way to visit a friend who's also hard of hearing? We haven't either, but Theresa Snyder has.  Read about her road trip here.

Character is Everything

I have made a new friend in Italy, Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli. She is a fellow author, translator and scientist. I hope you will check out her blog and read the article she asked me to contribute to her site.

http://t.co/3W6JPDsKzo

Carla is also available on Twitter at https://twitter.com/ladyanakina

Loyal Young Damnling

A short story of desire -

LOYAL YOUNG DAMNLING

I cling to the shadows of the alley. I try so hard to move silently as I creep toward the children. They have what I so deeply desire. Their presence tugs on me like the chains Master often uses when I disobey him. Master tells me I am an appalling Damnling, but I am still young.

My foot hits a can in the alley causing it to careen loudly to the center. I plaster myself against the wall of the house and curse beneath my breath. I can feel the Master’s chains tighten. He always tells me I am too noisy. I must be quieter.

The children are all huddled close together, some bent low over the things they study. This is one of their night's of celebration. I have seen it before. Now, I am only startled when it booms and lights rain in twinkling stars overhead. It used to scare me when I was much younger. Master would growl and throw me out of the mansion to grovel pitifully beneath the bushes in the garden. “You must be brave!” he would demand. “Your cringing appalls me.” “Out of my sight!” His boot is heavy. It hurts.

I am braver now. I am almost to the children. I linger in the safety of the shadows waiting for my opportunity to take what I need. What I desire. What I long for so deeply I shiver at the thought.

It grows late. The explosions and lights overhead begin to slow. I crouch silently waiting for the right moment to lunge. The children start to dissipate. The time to move is approaching. I quiver in excitement. Soon…Soon…

The last two children linger picking up items from the ground. A growl uncontrollably escapes my lips. Master would be so angry if he heard it. I would be severely punished. The children’s heads snap up and they peer into the darkness of the alley, but they do not see. I intently stare at them, as Master does me, in a desire to make them do as I wish. It works and they flee with wild giggles, pushing and shoving one another.

I am left alone. I creep forward into the open darkness. Master would be so displeased. He would be so angry, but I can’t help it. I am only a young Damnling. Loyal, but very young. I reach down and grab the handful of exhausted sparklers the children dropped and shove them into my mouth with glee. They are like candy, sweet as I crunch them nosily - much better than any human blood.

Master doesn’t understand. I don’t think Master was ever young.