Her pesky brain, it was playing its tricks, cluttering her mind with thoughts. An inner breeze swept them away, but as was the way, more came. She'd not cling, not shove aside, but instead let them fade… In the stillness of her thoughts, where thought was no thought at all, patience then brought her peace. ©June2015, July 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.