I haven't mentioned it here because I don't really blog much anymore, but I have started writing a historical novel based on a real person's life. It's going very well, and I'm loving the process. Last week something unusual happened that felt almost like permission from the cosmos to do this.
Not only that, but I've never been able to smell violets. It always disappointed me bitterly as a little girl. The one I picked last week had a powerful scent. After leaving the cemetery, we visited a historic home that had a piece of her furniture on display--a basin for personal hygiene. Later in the gift shop, I found and bought a box of violet-scented powder. When we got back to the inn, I googled her name and the word violet, and I discovered that the flower was associated with her husband's family.
Strange, n'est-ce pas?
5 comments:
Very strange... or meant to be that you would be writing about her.
I see how busy you are with your art and your writing. I am happy for you.
I often wonder about Michael and how the movie is coming along.
Lena, we haven't had any new progress. They are trying to raise funds but are in the early stages of that process. thanks for asking.
I haven't been by lately nor do I blog as often either. But you have certainly been working hard Ruth. What an interesting story. I have an affinity to crows so I could so relate to the story and the image you painted of the graveyard was fantastic. What a direct 'channel' you had to this woman by the introduction of the violet and scent into your experience!
Thanks, Trish. I think so too. How have you been?
By the way, Lena and Trish, if either of you are on Facebook, you can connect with me there. It's under Ruth Hull Chatlien. Make sure you don't get Ruth Hull Lewis, who is my niece.
Beautiful Flower
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