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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Tuesday Spotlight: Kathleen Ann Gallagher

An Ever-changing Cycle
By Kathleen Ann Gallagher

Spring is a time for exploring the wonders of nature. Life is an ever-changing cycle. Sadly, we cannot always hold onto the things we love, but they will forever remain in our hearts. Take the opportunity to move forward.

The signs of a new beginning are all around us. The tiny buds appear on the cherry trees in our backyard. A bulb appears along the walkway to the garden. The birds sing at my window each morning... These things remind me of the wonders of life. When I return from work at night, the sun is still shining, and I’m able to enjoy a time of reflection in our yard, as I sip a hot cup of herbal tea. I give thanks for my many blessings.

Anticipation sparks my memory of the sweet fragrance of the flowers and the vibrant colors that fill my garden each year.

Take the time this Spring to embark on a new adventure. Whether you’ve got an idea for a backyard oasis, or a premise for a hot summer read, let your creativity blossom. You’d be surprised at how much you can accomplish if you make the decision to try something different. Come on, step out of your comfort zone. There are endless possibilities waiting for you.

Madeline Young, the heroine of my new release Echoes at Dawn from Decadent Publishing, has the opportunity for a new beginning when has an unexpected caller. Her world is suddenly shifted in a different direction.


The willowy vision swirled around and circled like a cyclone before she vanished. The hazy fog gradually thinned, and it was as if she never appeared. Mother reached inside her robe pocket, took out a five-pointed star necklace and a tiny charm that housed a photo of her twin sister Mary. She loved to keep her precious belongings close to her heart. She clutched the pendant tightly before she put it around her neck.

Mark sat next to her on the bed. He wrinkled his forehead and tightened his jaw.
The room seemed like it closed in on me, and it felt like there was a thin veil over my face. I struggled to breathe and gasped for air. It took a few minutes before I could speak.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Mark’s voice drummed in my ear.

As I shuddered, I pulled the coverlet over my shoulders. “I saw a ghostly image, and I believe she gave me a command,” I blurted. I held my hand up, and pressed my fingers against my mouth.

“What do you mean? Were you dreaming?” Mark shouted and sprung from the edge of my bed.

“No, I was awake,” I replied. I shook my head.

“Did she touch you?” he asked; his voice rose.

“She didn’t come close enough.”

“Did she come to rob us?” he screeched.

“I don’t think so.”

“The doors and windows are locked. How on earth did she get in?” he questioned.

“She appeared after a bright light,” I responded and found it all hard to believe.

“Well, you’re all right. That’s all that counts.” Mother moved over to the antique armoire which was in our family for over a century. It was the only item she kept from her own bedroom when she was a young girl. It had a mahogany finish with beautiful gold handles. Around the doors were carvings in the shape of vines. She ran her hand across the old relic and opened the bottom drawer. She adjusted the back wall to reveal an extra space. I never knew there was a hidden area in the back. To my amazement, she lifted out a box of white candles before she advanced over to the mantel. Mother lit five candles and lowered her head. She moved over to the window, mumbled in what sounded like a different language, and then returned to my bedside as calm as could be.

“She had on an old-fashioned dress with a lace, hoop skirt,” I said. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to remember more details. “It had a wide sash around the waist, and she wore high top shoes. She floated in mid-air.” I moved to hang my legs over the bed.

“You must have been terrified,” Mark said.

“Was she someone you know?” he asked. Mark glanced around the room for clues.

“She looked like Aunt Mary.” After I made an attempt to place her, I felt a chill. It became as cold as the outdoors in my room. “It was Aunt Mary!” I cupped my hand over my mouth.

Mother peeked over her shoulder and recited a strange chant.

Enjoy the wonders of change.

Happy Spring to all!

Kathleen Ann Gallagher
Echoes at Dawn available at Decadent Publishing


cheryl c said...

I like the new beginnings in springtime. I also appreciate the opportunities we are given in our lives to make new beginnings.

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Shiela said...

Lovely post and the excerpt! I love spring as well with all the fresh leaves begining to bud, the flowers poking through the ground and the grass as it begins to liven up form it's long cold winter.