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Retrograde Heart


There’s a character in my novel, Penniless Hearts who reads her horoscope each morning, to find out whether she’s going to have a good day. Though my characters are all fictional, I knew someone who did the same thing every day. If her horoscope sounded undesirable, this colleague would throw the newspaper to the side, in a quest for something better, and march off to find the competing newspapers. The rest of us would snicker in our cubicle waiting for her to return. We waited, hoping the stars aligned, and she’d be placated by finding something positive in her search for another horoscope. When things went well there’d be stealth thumbs up signs, notifying the oblivious or busier employees...
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Transitioning into Fall


“And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.” From: Ode to Autumn by John Keats Many friends look forward to the end of summer and the cooler temperatures. Fall is a warning that it’s going to be cold. Winter is on the way. It’s like a yellow light telling us to prepare to stop. Or shop…for Christmas, before the bad weather and crowds make it difficult.  A time when I’m not sure I’ll need a sweater, but should take one anyway. The leaves change and most of them are blown down the street. Frightening Halloween decorations fill store shelves and spiced pumpkin lattes are the rage at the coffee house. Restaurant menus reflect the harvest with less salad and more soup. It’s a time to let go of ...
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Fiona Memoriam


Heal the intangible heart? Real tears, virtual tears, streams of salt water-- flow over your soul. You gasp for air watching gold fly through the air. Small hairs land softly. Once a reason to grab a vacuum now a twinkling memory. Hide her toys, wash away her delightful smell? Stop looking at photos. Talk about the weather? She is there-- forever in your heart. She licks from the inside. Kissing and playing— Jumping, running and wagging her tail. Again, you gasp. She will never leave. You might as well vacuum. Original link
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Intangible Grace


There are times the universe will ask you do something in return. Perhaps as payment for the sunny days, the healthy days, the perfect days. Your resolve doesn’t waver during these times. You focus and follow through and accomplish what is needed with a flourish and a smile. Later, as all of it comes together and rises to fruition, you wonder how the heck it happened. What made you do it? How in the world was all of it possible? Your eyes pop open in the middle of the night and you realize this is beyond your doing. You are merely a stronger tool displaying as much grace as possible. A cog in a mighty wheel. A note in a song. A drop of rain in a bucket. This Saturday, The Legends of Wildomar...
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Pinky and Fiona Update


I don’t have much to say except they are confused about outside and inside. No matter what happens it is either too cold or too hot outside for them. Inside is much nicer. In their eyes, it’s luxurious.   We can leave them outside for an hour and they will either head for the emergency puppy pads in the bathroom or, if they don’t feel like climbing stairs, they might leave little puddles near the door. On the unlikely chance that they make it to the pad, they put their front paws on the pad while their backside is hanging off anyway. I guess they get points for trying, but it’s not that cute. Or fun to clean up. Still, they are loved. Bunches. Anyway, the weather will change but it won’t mak...
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Summer Collaborations


The following poem is written by a famous poet who inspired me many years ago. To me, his poems are like snapshots. This one, a type of summer photo. While folks are at the beach, or visiting iconic landmarks, I am enjoying a seasonal harvest of fruitfulness.  This Is Just To Say BY  WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS I have eaten The plums in the photo came from my neighbor's yard. They reminded me of this short, succinct poem by William Carlos Williams.  the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold A week before, my generous neighbor gave us apricots, which I made into jars of delicious, jam. The plums were made...
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Impatient Characters


Sometimes, the story is carried by dialogue, and at other times the story is breezing through required narrative. Then something happens. You are thinking about a certain way to phrase something and can’t come up with the exact way to describe it. What shade of blue? There are hundreds to choose from. Cobalt? Turquoise? Cornflower?  Are the  trees the color of junipers or multi-colored like jasper? Is it a golden or yellow sunset?   Pink or peach flowers? Lavender or Lilac? Sometimes, the details can be left to the reader’s imagination. Everyone knows that roses are red. But not your roses. These are special roses and you have to figure out how to describe each petal. The way they might glis...
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The Wise Grasshopper


Grasshopper, this bundled month, I made homemade apricot jam rather than spend time on edits. Editing my book is like a patriotic parade, with funereal slowness. A sad march. Characters are intimate friends. I’m sensitive to their needs. They want me to linger. But I’m going swimming. Plug in the fan, turn on the air. I’m crocheting a blanket. Reading a book with dreary characters. Local play rehearsals are my new diversion. Town had a historic bell-ringing celebration. Glad I could make it. There’s the woman’s group, the city meeting at Elks, and of course, church. Jittery dogs need a walk. Reruns on television. It doesn’t seem fair to repeat quiz shows, though my answers sound impressive. ...
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Springing Into Summer Reading


Do you know you can read books on your Smart Phone? All you have to do is download the Amazon Kindle App(pictured above), and a world of books will be at your fingertips! Believe it or not, I've known this for a long time, but even with my new super-strong reading glasses, I prefer my eReader. Imagine my consternation when my eReader decided to freeze like a Popsicle during a heatwave? We tried everything. It went kaput. On the blink. Dead as a door nail. We tried pushing the on/off button for several seconds. Turning it back on, etc. Nothing but a dark sky. No stars. The charger didn't work either. Everything was stuck, like that kid who licks the icy pole in A Christmas Story.  I searched ...
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Photo Blog of Santa Rosas


 I wrote about hiking in the Santa Rosa mountains five years ago, during a drought. Here's the link to that post:  https://evegaal.blogspot.com/2014/11/hiking-preserving-good-ideas-praying.html Imagine how lovely everything is after the recent rains.  Here's our April hike.  Snow in the distance California poppies Crazy wild cacti The adobes Poppies The road less traveled. Original link
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Connecting With a Brilliant Author!


Connections. Isn’t that the entire reason for the Internet and all the various, social media sites? Here's a bizarre tale of a tale : The other day, we had a new LED bulb that went dark in the kitchen. I got on a chair with a wooden spoon and pushed the bulb, gently towards the ceiling, a tiny bit. It had lost its connection. When we flipped the switch on the wall, the bulb lit up like magic. Oddly, this was a precursor to a special connection I was about to make that very same day! You see, I have read a few books by my friend author Barbara Roman, but never thought I'd be lucky enough to meet her in person. I love reading many different types of books, but somehow, I’m especially drawn to ...
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Happy Easter Anyway!


I’ve heard stories about how the crocus flower peeps through the snow. Daffodil bulbs with an innate desire to grow. Tulips that thrived in the cold, withering when shipped to be sold. Fiona spots one of our tulips This one has blown away. I’ve read Eliot’s poem about April being cruel, especially noting the price of fuel. I see the icy highways on the news, wild seas and the unpleasant cruise. Watched our petals take to the sky, like butterflies waving a brief goodbye. Though things seem bleak, the way many speak, we cannot mope. We must understand this visual depiction of hope. The promising end to winter storms, as a time to be reborn. Easter-time. Original link
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Metamorphosis and a Long Journey


You, tender little thing, along with millions of friends and relatives, were born down south, beyond the border in romantic, sunny Mexico. And yet, somewhere in the four steps of your life, perhaps while nibbling on the leaves of jalapeno pepper plants, as a hungry caterpillar, you remembered a song and had a deep desire to lift off someday, and head north. Perhaps it was part of an unspoken, mandatory plan. Patiently, you waited for the rain to subside. Inside that chrysalis, you changed into your superhero outfit. A flashy number in shades of tangerine orange, against a background of black, with white polka dots decorating the edges. In case you were wondering, the chocolate-hued lingerie ...
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Ten More Days Until Spring!!


Signs of Spring This Monday in March, I searched for evidence. A comforting reassurance hidden behind turbulent clouds. The garden fairies were sure to be shivering, But the sound of tiny wings fluttered above. Their voices subdued, as if humbled by the weather. Perhaps working overtime and exhausted, paintbrushes dry, canvases sodden with months of rain, they hide in the wild clover. Stitching petals in the overgrowth, behind evergreens and tall grass, on the other side of the gazebo, they create the magic. I noticed small hints. Wee colorful scraps, vivid shreds, akin to short pieces of yarn, swept into the dustpan after crafting. They popped out near the rosemary. Tiny bouquets of pink, s...
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Library Love!


So sorry that you weren't able to make it to our local library last Tuesday. My presentation took place in a large room filled with smiling faces and lots of hospitality. There were snacks galore, such as cake, sandwiches, appetizers, cookies, muffins, etc.  What a wonderful group of kind and generous human beings! I want to thank the Friends of the Murrieta Library for allowing me to speak. It was a huge honor. Of course I talked about my books and The Intangible Heart.  Here are snippets from my talk: My name is Eve Gaal and I’m a local author from Wildomar and a member of the Diamond Valley Writer’s Guild. My hobbies include reading, crocheting and walking my naughty chihuahuas. One of my...
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Valentine Greetings!


“Even the  dogs  eat the  crumbs  that fall from their master's table.” ... ( Matthew  4:4) Happy St. Valentine’s Day from my little crumb catchers! And by the way, please come see me talk about my newest novel, Penniless Souls at the Murrieta Library on February 19th!   My topics will include love and the mindful inspiration that springs from our intangible hearts! Hope to see you there! Original link
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Kidnapped by Great Books


Kidnapped by Great Books and  Still Reeling from National Novel Writing Month. Everyone has an excuse but I have some good ones. Really. The best ones are listed below. There are links to each book so you can get sucked in too. Trust me these are worth it. Sorry, that I haven't posted to my blog in a long time but once you read my reviews, you'll know why. First, there was that November Novel writing craziness. Then, add in some cooler weather, a few exhausting holidays, drops of rain, and not unlike Tom Hanks in Castaway, I had to crawl onto a couch with a book, or two or three. Okay, more like ten. Help! I'm stuck in a writer's imagination eBook or otherwise, help! I almost drowned in a se...
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Focus On Love


Last month, a friend persuaded me to take part in National Novel Writing Month or NaNo, as it’s called by those who like to suffer. (Sorry, I’m joking.) While I love writing, I feel a goal of fifty-thousand words in one month is unreasonable. It’s a big deal to finish and miraculously, I finished. At first, I didn’t think I could do it. Plus, I started three days late. Things looked hopeless. Finishing however, had to do with the fact that I had a story running around in my head, which had to get out. So, even though I complained about the thirty-day deadline, in some ways I feel lighter. Free from a heavy-duty tale about world peace. Half way through, the topic felt enormous. In the morning...
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Thank You Lord!


Thank you, Lord, for this day. Thank you for sunny skies this morning. Perfect for our walk. Send us rain while we sleep. Thank you for the roof over our heads. Thank you for keeping us safe from raging wildfires. That includes friends and family. The morning glory that twists around the bottle-brush tree, The hummingbird that greets us at the park. The reassuring pitter-patter of tiny paws. Thank you for holding our hand during trying times. Thank you for faith, hope and most of all love. The gift of laughter and smiles we share. Delicious home cooking, unlimited dreams. Thank you for today, thank you for tomorrow, and all the incredible blessings you bestow. Original link
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Happy Thanksgiving!


Thought I’d write a small Thanksgiving post about mindfulness and gratitude. After all, I live in California, home to the Hollywood lifestyle. A place where not too many people take things seriously anymore. I look around at the way people dress for work or even church and it’s obvious this is the land of casual living. We also know that Hollywood is the land of Max Factor cosmetics, face-lifts and plastic surgery central. I feel sorry for those movie stars because even though they look slim, all they want to do is portray regular humans like us. And we rock!! Yes us--the regular people with lives filled with real drama. Real lives that have tension and excitement. Lives that are impossible ...
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