Smoke and mirrors, A review, a blogspot, new mini-book and new releases.
Celebrate the magic on Smoke and Mirrors Day.
The day is also known as Festival of Smoke and Mirrors Day, this unofficial holiday is celebrated annually on March 29.
Smoke and mirrors is an English language phrase describing things that are illusions.
Act of Illusion
It is believed the phrase originated from the classic act of illusion where a magician makes objects or people appear or disappear by using smokes and mirrors as a distraction. Because of this, the phrase is often used to refer to actions that distract from the reality or cover up the truth.
Things That Do Not Exist
In computing, the term smoke and mirrors is often used to refer to programs that seem to exist, but in reality do not.
Magic as a performance art has been used to entertain people around the world since ancient times. In smoke and mirror magic tricks, magicians create optical illusions by diverting a spectator's attention away from the actions that create the "magic". Mirrors are also often used to create illusions by manipulating light and using the properties of reflection and refraction. Some of the popular magic tricks using mirrors include the Sphinx and the Vampire. In both tricks, mirrors are used to hide the object, usually the head of a person.
Celebrate by learning a magic trick - Maybe one with smoke and mirrors!
Little Red Hooding Ride - Crystal Benson https://www.amazon.com/Little-Hooding-Ride-Crystal-Benson/dp/B0849YXDS4
I've read a few retellings of "little red riding hood", and this was another, but it was quickly complex and full of a multitude of characters. It's set in modern times and is a story of a young lady named Red Hooding (who is a blond) She enjoys walking in the forest, except there are parts of the deeper wood known as The Demon Forest where all sorts of not exactly humans, plenty of shifters, and fantasy creatures live. She meets a young man, Alator, from there who saves her life. They fall in love but from there the story takes quite a few surprising turns that keep a reader engaged and occupied. My only issue was a personal one. I'm pretty uncomfortable reading first person present, and would have found it a smoother read in first person past. At the beginning there were quite a few characters introduced which slowed it down a bit. I did really like the story and would recommend it to any reader of fantasy and fairytales.
Choosing Happiness. As I grow older and more experienced in my allotted time, I realize I had to learn to be happy. I recently began scanning some of the slides my Dad took of our family when I was young. It became clear to me that I was unhappy and quite likely angry much of the time. My memory was that I hated smiling and thought smiles as well as hugs were contrived. I told people again and again even into adulthood “Don’t judge me by a smile or a pleasant voice, get to know me by looking me in the eyes.”
I was always a deep thinker. We moved a lot so I was the new kid; the outsider learning to be emotionally self-sufficient in a world where we might pick up in the summer and move. I read. I wrote. I drew pictures. I wasn’t shy. In fact I was often too loud and something of a show-off, mixing real life with an alternate reality of other times and worlds.
As a teen that became depression – not severe enough to require medication or present the spectre of self-harm which gradually deepened. About that time I began to contemplate the actual nature of what it was to be a happy person. I hit bottom with post-partum depression after my son was born which became double viral pneumonia (with symptoms identical to Covid)in 1986. Like many of those who became long-haulers it took several months for me to come back. As I recuperated, I realized that I had to be stronger than that for my children and for my family first, and so that I could then awaken to my purpose in the wider world. I took a step; a small one each day in choosing to be happy. Some days are tough, but I’ve found out so much is attitude.
Just read what people post on the internet. Some never post happy things, just misery and complaint - that desire to manipulate others - to "wake them up" to what? - FEAR?
What if they woke them up to bliss? Others have simply made the decision not to give sadness oxygen despite the world situation or how they feel.
I’m still a work in progress, far from having all the answers but the Beatles classic from the song “The End” rings true. “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” Give someone or something love today.
COMING SOON THE MINI-BOOK - AS SOON AS THE COVER IS FINALIZED