Source: Celebrating my art
It’s been a while since I wrote a blog post, and tonight’s may be shorter than usual. I just wanted to share a new book cover I created for the eBook edition of my Great Depression novel, Face the Winter Naked.
Although the book has been out a number of years, in both print and digital, and has been my bestseller all along, I was never satisfied with the cover art that I paid for. Yes, that cover fits the story, especially with the sepia coloring for the time period. But it doesn’t tell what the story is about, just that it takes place in the Great Depression. To learn who the characters are, to experience with them their sadness, their fear, and their hopelessness, one must read the blurb and the book’s description.
There’s nothing in the old cover about some of the most colorful characters, specifically, the old hobo I call “the banjo man.” I missed him on the original cover. But the artist surprised me by putting my dad’s picture on that cover, and it made me jump for joy. My dad fit the setting, and, although this isn’t his story, I have to admit I gave my main character, Daniel Tomelin, some of Dad’s characteristics.
Daddy died when I was three, and my only memory of him was of Mini-Me sitting on his lap in a rocking chair while he sang and made up stories. So it was important for me to use his hillbilly mannerisms and speech, his musical and artistic talents—a cabinet maker by trade and a whittler for something to keep his fingers busy when he wasn’t strumming this or that musical instrument. I used what little I’d learned about Dad while growing up; but for my character Daniel, I took artistic license and stretched it a bit for the sake of a good story.
But through all these years, I could not get the image of George, the banjo man, out of my mind and my heart. I don’t know who he was. He just came from nowhere, or from deep in my subconscious, this sad human who represented all the tragedies of the Great Depression rolled into one man. The banjo man played a major role in Face the Winter Naked—I hope he survived, but doubt he did. During the writing, old George became real enough to me to outlast my original plot.
Last week, I designed a new cover for the Face the Winter Naked eBook—the original stays on the paperback edition—and I placed that old hobo in a prominent spot beside a railroad track with his banjo and a pack on his back.
As mentioned in my bio, I was born at the height of the Depression. My family was poor, but we survived. My eldest brother always said we were poor but we didn’t know we were poor. I suppose there’s a certain acceptance among children from that era. We received commodities from the county and charity baskets from church at Thanksgiving and Christmas. We ate beans, cornbread, and canned milk, and bathed once a week in a round galvanized wash tub—one tub of water to last through four dirty kids and two adults. That’s unimaginable now….
Today I celebrate a new book cover for Face the Winter Naked. I hope you like it, and also hope you’ll take the time to read about Daniel Tomelin, the banjo man, and the rest of the characters in the story. It is not a true story, yet in many respects, it is as true as I could make it.
(The new cover will update soon at B&N, Apple, Kobo.)
Peace and love,
Do angels have feathered wings? Do they even have wings? Common sense tells me they do not, and here’s why:
All matter vibrates. Everything in nature vibrates, even a stone. And the slower the rate of vibration, the more dense an object becomes. For example, a stone is dense due to it’s much slower vibration. But in fact, a stone vibrates so slowly that it’s undetectable by the human eye. Remember the pet rocks that were so popular a number of years ago? Well, that’s because the word got out that rocks are alive because they vibrate.
But spirits are different. A spirit body vibrates at a very fast rate of speed, and the faster it vibrates, the lighter and finer that spiritual body becomes. It’s like a fan blade that spins so fast all you see is a blur. Or a hummingbird’s wings beating the air so fast you barely noticed what zipped past your eyes—was that a bumblebee? A leaf? Surely not a bird. Perhaps an angel?
I do not believe angels have wings, because as spirits, they are composed of much finer matter. Why would they need physical bird wings to travel through space and time? I think that at one time—after being visited by human-like figures—certain individuals thought those human forms surely could not fly through space, so they gave them bird wings. Back then, in the history of our planet, humans had simple explanations for things they didn’t understand; simple ideas for simple minds. I seriously doubt there was any knowledge of physics as we know it today.
But spirits do not need wings to travel. The wings were added because humans would absolutely deny the ability of a spirit body moving through space. (And that space can be billions of miles away but the travel would seem simultaneous. As with thought transference—there is no distance through the ether.)
Meditation raises the rate of vibration in humans. Spirits abound in the physical world—but the average person can’t see them due to their higher vibrations. Well, some folks actually do see them, but they call them ghosts. In my opinion, those so-called ghosts may actually be living beings who’ve managed to escape their material bodies temporarily through meditation, illness, or extreme fear. The faster our spirits vibrate, the easier it is for them to contact and visit the spiritual and Earth realms.
Conversely, a stone—which may once have been a finer body (or object); I don’t know—does nothing to raise its vibrations on this planet, so with its much slower vibratory rate, it simply sits and appears dead. For all practical purposes, that stone IS dead.
In the bible, the trinity is called the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit (ghost). But in yoga, the trinity is Body, Mind, and Spirit. Three bodies in one; the physical body, mental body, and the spiritual body. Three bodies that work together to create a whole. The mental and spiritual bodies (which are normally invisible to most people) may, under certain conditions, leave the physical body, travel to a distant location, then return to the physical, often with information not found in this world. Lucid dreams are often out-of-body experiences.
There, now, I’ve probably confused you enough. But think about it.