Bea lives a simple life residing in a SW London second-hand bookshop. It'd been an especially difficult year, first with Bea's uncle dying, then splitting up with Brandon, her philandering, druggie boyfriend. The shops trivial daily conversations, local faces and ordinary calm was all she desired but that was all about to change. No-one expects to bump into supernatural beings, let alone two opposing sects of a forgotten race. Bea's quiet existence turns into turmoil as she slowly starts to unravel a secret past, a lost history in which love, revenge, betrayal, magic, power and karma are not mere cycles of a soul, but a sacred journey upon a web of many possibilities. The future is not set in stone, and the choices that Bea makes ripple through the cosmos. As the secret unfolds she realises that no matter what form your soul takes there are consequences for your actions in which time has no relevance we call it karma, they call it Vororbla.
Will she cope with the heartbreak and truths revealed before her?
What would you do if your very existence came into question?
Join Bea on her journey as she uncovers the truth of her past via A Carpet of Purple Flowers.
I'm so excited, the publishing date is so close now, though it still doesn't feel real. Once I'm able to run my fingers over the glossy parts of the cover and freshly printed pages, all very perfectly packaged as a book, I think the author giggle dance will be performed. Yes folks, I may post a short video of the craziness here, lol. ;o)
Thought I'd share a few of the songs that I listened to while writing.
For a while, I've longed for some of the book characters to be immortalized via art. My own style, sadly, don't fit the images in my mind. Luckily, I came across Helga, while browsing art on Etsy, yep, an addiction of mine, while drinking crazy amounts of tea of course. :o) I loved the flowing use of watercolour, muted tones and softness of her creations. and so asked Helga to create the character 'Bea'. Above is the end creation. How perfect is she?
I adore how Helga has managed to capture the smaller details, such as, the seven-pointed star necklace, the Rumi quote tattoo, 'What you seek is seeking you', and purple flower laying on the page of a book. Oh, mist too! :o)
Historically, Lughnasadh was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man. Originally it was held on 1 August, or about halfway between the summer solstice and autumn equinox. However, over time the celebrations shifted to the Sundays nearest this date.
Lughnasadh is one of the four Gaelic seasonal festivals; along with Samhain, Imbolc and Beltane. It corresponds to other European harvest festivals such as the Welsh Gwyl Awst and the English Lammas.
Lughnasadh is mentioned in some of the earliest Irish literature and is believed to have pagan origins. The festival itself is named after the god Lugh. It involved great gatherings that included religious ceremonies, ritual athletic contests (most notably the Tailteann Games), feasting, matchmaking and trading.
In Welsh (Cymraeg), the day is known as Calan Awst, originally a Latin term, the Calends of August in English.
August 1 is also Lammas Day (Anglo-Saxon hlaf-mas, "loaf-mass"), the festival of the wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring to church a loaf made from the new crop, which began to be harvested at Lammastide.
In medieval times the feast was sometimes known in England and Scotland as the "Gule of August", but the meaning of "gule" is unclear.
In Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (1.3.19) it is observed of Juliet, "Come Lammas Eve at night shall she [Juliet] be fourteen." Since Juliet was born Lammas eve, she came before the harvest festival, which is significant since her life ended before she could reap what she had sown and enjoy the bounty of the harvest, in this case full consummation and enjoyment of her love with Romeo.
In parts of the British Isles, the Lammas festival, or Lughnasadh, was celebrated with the baking of a cake made from the first harvested grains. While today we don’t typically harvest our own wheat, oats, barley or corn – unless you’re hardy enough to be a farmer – we can still take advantage of this tradition and bake one of these seasonal goodies, which were called Lunastain cakes. It takes its name from the Scottish word from Lammastide, lunastain.
Keep in mind that although the word “cake” conjures up images of sweet baked goods, originally it was used to mean any baked item made from grains, so your Lunastain cake can be either sweet or savory, depending on your preference. In other words, it can be similar to a traditional sweet cake, or it can be more bread-like. The choice is up to you.
Typically, the Lunastain cake was made from oats, and was called a bannock. Much like the bannocks that were served around Beltane, it was baked and then fried or toasted, and sometimes topped with freshly churned cream butter. However, the recipes vary from one region to the next, because the ingredients and methods were based upon what was handy and available.