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.
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ME Month – My Mental Health Month
May is Mental Health Awareness Month and, coincidentally, a critical mental health month for me. This post focuses on how I finally found my way to managing the trials it represents. This post isn’t about the specific triggering events. We … Continue reading
Exiting the Wheel
A moment to cherish, time awareness when it’s needed most, the present moment as welcome as what came before. In this future advancing beyond, a step towards falling behind, wondering in our panic why can’t we move a little faster? … Continue reading
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Buy
Buy, buy, buy, and buy some more, buy a bigger house, fill the floors. Keep it new, keep you poor, keep it disposable and easily stored. Build lots of sheds to block the view, work more hours to pay for … Continue reading
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Disrespect
Me, a selfish concept or a perspective I need? See me, hear me, the me I need to be, the person I expect you to respect, to accept, or we’re done before we’ve begun. Why then, I wonder, as I … Continue reading
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Separating Heartbeats
The struggle’s reality, hers to conquer. She said the words, heard the truth. “Focus on the present, focus on the now.” The between time separating past and future, separating heartbeats. After one breath, before the next, bookend ticks of the … Continue reading
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The Gentle Breeze
She’d not chase painful zephyrs, their destinations circling, they lied, hid their nowhere intentions, like her troubles running a track. Cross-legged in stillness, eyes fluttering towards closed, a reminder to not give chase, to instead let worries pass through. Let … Continue reading
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2022? Refusing to Surrender Resolve
The year, 2022, had its challenges, but I still managed to accomplish the goals I set in January. My biggest challenge awaits in 2023, but that’s for next week. This week is a review, and just a little boastful. Some … Continue reading
The Power of the Writing Therapy Cycle
This post could’ve easily been about the tragic event that occurred in my life last month. It isn’t. Instead, it’s about writing and healing via fiction and how it continues to pay you back later. What this isn’t about is … Continue reading
Her Gateway
Peace. In times of crisis, peace. It was what she knew to do, but when thoughts scattered it was easy to forget, and so she had a plan, a plan that began with meditation. Meditation, her gateway to calm, to … Continue reading
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Her Best Friend
She had a best friend once, someone she should have loved, for they’d shared hopes and dreams and everything in-between. She had a best friend slip away, the dear friend she’d held, whose tears she’d caught, whose hope became naught. … Continue reading