Angels

Hurtling at a million miles an hour.

This is what it is like. Crashing. Ending???

 

I saw this coming. Saw that first of all. I am lost to the wonder of it.

The sadness of it.

Stare. think. no. I cannot even begin.

 

Why try to stop. I have pictured this moment.

The end of all things.

You. were here. wish you were. Here?

 

This is what death feels like. Bees in my head.

Knives in my stomach. Cut at my gut. My heart on the floor.

Did you REALLY just stomp on it??

I gave it as. A gift?

Can you give such a thing? I don’t think so.

 

Running in circles. Always fucking circles.

 

I look back, at what? Love? Happiness? A joke. On me.

 

By a Joker. A Midnight Toker. Ha ha ha. I laugh.

 

“It was funny?” She asked.

He told her, “Was it?”

 

I am uncertain.

I am??? I am Certain. I know nothing! I know me?

Maybe not, Nothing.

 

This is what it was like to finish it.

To be done, to fall to the earth, without wings.

I am unworthy of the Angels.

I am falling. Who will catch me???

will you?

or you?

 

 

Dreamcatcher: A Smudging

smudging

The other night I had a dream I was being smudged. What does this mean? What does it mean to you? Perhaps nothing? It means the world to me. Such a thing had never happened in my life time. Dreams were always just that, dreams. I’ll tell you what a smudging is, if you want to know?

Sometimes in my dreams I am on the Starship Enterprise being scolded by Picard or falling off the edge of cliff in an indistinct van, but this dream was so very different.

I stand in a room filled with white hopeful light. The edges blur in my mind as if I am watching this moment from inside a ball.

An elder man stands to my right staring down at the contents in his hands. In his right hand a sage bundle is stringed together loosely. The end burns black orange, sage smoke wafts up in billows of white filling the air. In his left hand he holds an abalone shell filled with the ashes.

He waves the smoke around holding onto the sage stick in small definitive movements of his ancient wrinkled hands, large and shaky.

The smoke fills my nose and it’s sweet pungent smell, calms me. It is lemony and fresh, but heavy and burnt. I feel it flow over me as he chants words I do not know, but understand. They are healing words he speaks in my dream. Here in the dream I speak the tongue of my Ancestors of Mother Earth. I understand him and he understands me, he heals my spirit because he can sense it is broken. Who has sent him to me? Who has asked him to come? This medicine man of my dreams. This great and wise ancestor. A Tsimshian Shaman from times long ago past, he knows not my world, but understands my pain.

A boy appears at my side. He was not there before. His age is in flux. He is two, no three, no five. He is taller than he was a moment ago as he towers over my left shoulder.

He asks me, “What is he doing that for?” as he points to the elder man before us still chanting, praying, healing me.

The smoke flows around us in circles as the elder moves softly around on his feet. Never breaking his chanting, his healing. Looking only briefly at the boy I see his face is blurred, his hair jet black and spiked up. He wears a black t-shirt. He stares at me, with eyes I cannot see. I cannot look at him, it hurts.

I look back at the elder still there his voice inaudible now as I answer his question “He is smudging me. Getting rid of the bad spirits, cleansing me. Purifying my mind and body so I can begin again, a new me. Free from all that bad.”

The chanting stops. It is over now.

I begin to stir and when I open my eyes it all just a distant memory. The day is sunny I am alone once again, but not entirely. I feel anew, I feel alive as if there is hope where there was none. I feel as if I have been cleansed down to my soul and all is clear. The future is bright and meant for good things. I will be a force of light, of hope.  I will move forward knowing my Ancestors watch over me, when I thought I was on my on.

They show me the way even when I am so lost I think I can never find it. They come to me when I need them most, even when I do not ask them too. I am never alone you are always with me. Thank you.

This is an actual dream I had this week and thought I would share with you all. I hope it somehow can bring you peace in your daily life if you are searching for such a thing. I do not believe we are ever truly alone, before this dream I did feel this was life’s great lesson, we are alone. I feel now though that I have been proven wrong. So tell me what do you believe?

 

All my relations

XOXO (crystalannelizabeth)

 

 

Finding Hummingbird now available in Paperback

 

I am feeling very proud. I have finally done it, at least I will know that there is something out there in the world that is physically made by my soul, my mind, my heart. I know that you might feel like this is a vanity publishing moment, it is not. I wanted to share something with you all. I wanted to put a piece of me out there in the world. Be kind and take it easy on me. This was done with love.

Finding Hummingbird a novel by Crystal Pierce

Being Canadian or American, doesn’t assure you an easy life. Most times many families here in this country are broken, by alcohol, drugs and/or abuse.
Foster children are the most vulnerable and the most affected by the above.
In my first novel I look into what it means to be raised by the system. Does having a loving and healthy family environment make all the difference? How do these children turn out later on in life?
I was raised by a product of the system, my father was a foster child. I hope you will consider reading Rachel’s story and come check out a short sample chapter at the below link and try and find out what you think about this issue. A portion of the sales of this novel will go to The Burnaby Women’s Shelter.
Thank you for reading this.

Find it at: XOXO crystalannelizabeth

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B018UH0J8M

New site theme

Hi there just a quick note, I decided that it is a new year and I need a new look. For my blog that is. I hope you like it, I am pretty pleased. It turned out lovely. Much less bright color and a lot more pretty.

I am going to be posting every 2 weeks and I will make a special tab when I figure it out for School Projects or In class assignments that are improving my writing, if I am allowed too have to check on that again.

Have a great 2016.

 

XOXO crystalannelizabeth (C.E. Pierce)

Back to school and workshops

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I have gone back to school studying the lovely craft of Creative Writing at The Writers Studio, SFU.

I’ve been having a lot of fun the first few days. Going to be an exciting year full of lots of new things to learn from some of the most wonderful minds.

So proud to be a student at TWS this year. Thank you Hiromi Goto for your Mentorship, Wayde Compton for your amazing work with this program and for all the Mentors involved. TWS is an amazing program and we are lucky to be involved with it.

I’ll make sure to post some of my work here during my mentorship.

I am also planning some amazing trips this next year so some life experiences could offer up some amazing inspirations, I hope.

Thinking Indonesia perhaps Europe.

As always I thank you so much for following my blog and I look forward to all of your amazing posts this year from your own blogs.

XOXO CrystalAnnElizabeth (C.E Pierce)

 

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Finding Hummingbird my novel release

I would like to start this post with a deep and sincere thank you to all who are reading this and to all who have followed along with this blog and supported me. Today is a good day. Today I feel as though all that I have been working towards these last four years, is finally starting to go somewhere.

I know that almost all of you like me are struggling to find your voice, or not. Perhaps you already know your voice and you’re just not done with your projects you’ll do what you want with them when you want because there yours and they will never be perfect or so you think.

I have been there. I have sat staring at a computer screen filled with words and sentences and been unsure if it would ever be perfect. It wouldn’t and won’t be. Perfection is unattainable.

Striving for done, or almost perfect is close enough at least for me, because being your own Editor is not for the faint of heart. I have to trust though that having read and re-read through that document at least 15 times in a 5 day period was enough. Let it go or you will drive yourself insane editing and re-editing until your eyes feel like they are going to catch on fire.

I much like you struggle with this need for perfection, it is the reason why I have five unfinished Manuscripts and three complete ones, sitting on my hard drive. I was afraid  to let the world see them, why? Because than they would actually be seen. Read, judged or not read at all. Who knows, no one.

I couldn’t just let it sit anymore. I had to push myself to take one story, just one for now that I felt others might love as much as I do. Making myself take the plunge out of my safe little bubble world inside my head and let those characters out into the world. Because Rachel and Adeline’s story should be told.

So I am proud, no thrilled to announce the release of my first Short Story.

Finding Hummingbird by Crystal Pierce

Please find a description and order your copy today to support me even further at Amazon.ca. Please click the URL below to be redirected to Amazon.ca

http://www.amazon.ca/Finding-Hummingbird-Crystal-Pierce-ebook/dp/B018TEKQZW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1449066939&sr=8-1&keywords=finding+hummingbird

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As always,

XOXO C.E. Pierce (crystalannelizabeth/Crystal Pierce)

 

Deciding to Self-Publish and going back to school

My blog has suffered as of late, it turns out that when you’re writing a manuscript, have a day job and are married your time for doing anything else gets sucked into the abyss.

I did it though. I finished my most recent manuscript and it only took numerous hours of wrist pain and umpteen million cups of coffee/wine. I worked to fill this story with life, laugh and love. I hope that it shines through in the pages and the characters.

I am beyond excited for this novel to come out. I posted a cut chapter a while back titled Rachel and Adeline that some of you took the time to read. I would like to tell you a little about my novel as I think it is pretty awesome.

The main character Rachel’s nickname is Hummingbird, which is a name she took from her mother. A woman she never knew as she committed suicide when Rachel was only three.

Hummingbird (Rachel) sets off on a journey to find her only living relative a woman named Ade who she found in a photo that her mother carried around with her for the better part of twenty years. In the photo two young blonde girls age 4 and 13 are smiling big and holding tight too each other, their cheeks are dirty and red from too much sun.

When Rachel finds Adeline dying in an old folks home she rescues her and they set out to finish a list Adeline made. A list that was never actually meant to be fulfilled.

Together they discover that family is the secret of life. That loving another leads to learning to love yourself. It’s never too old to go skydiving and there is always time to make things right, if you really want to. Second chance’s do exist and there really is a Worlds Largest Ball of Yarn.

So this is what I have been working on these past few months if you were wondering where I went. I also wanted to mention that I have been accepted into Simon Fraser University to The Writer’s Studio an amazing one year Creative Writing Program here in beautiful Vancouver, BC. My focus will be on the Manuscripts I have completed in Speculative Fiction and Workshops with amazing Professors. I start January 2016 and hope that this education can and will get some more of my work published in the next few years.

****Please note to mark your calendars for November. 30, 2015 a Monday, when my first novel Finding Hummingbird will be released under the author name Crystal Pierce. I will also be giving away two free copies of my novel signed to the first bloggers to like this post, please leave me a way to get in touch with you so I can get mailing information. Have a lovely day and happy writing.

 

XOXO

crystalannelizabeth (C.E.Pierce/Crystal Pierce)