Interview with Award-winning Author Candace Simar

Quote of the Day:  A good writing community is essential on the writer's journey. What I learned from talking with Candace Simar on her most recent publication Blooming Prairie Book Four in the Abercrombie Trail Series.

Candace Simar at a book signing in Fergus Falls

 

Candace Simar is a writer in the Brainerd lakes area. I consider her a neighbor and a friend. We've had lunch together. We have the same publicist, Krista Rolfzen Soukup at Blue Cottage Agency, and we support one another in our art. Candace came to my play Coffee Shop Confessions last spring and offered many words of encouragment for me as an artist. Thanks, Candace!

 

I had already fallen in love with Candace's Abercrombie Trail series before I met her. The journey starts with Evan Jacobson, a Norwegian immigrant in the mid-1800's, who lands in Minnesota. He takes the job of stagecoach driver. Candace uses this as an excellent story-telling tool as Evan drives over the newly settled land from Fort Snelling to Fort Abercrombie, meeting and greeting settlers along the way, as well as befriending some of the Indians, while fearing for his life from others, Indians and settlers. This was the wild west. The land and all it provides were the source of dispute and bloodshed.

 

In the second book in the series, Pomme de Terre, Serena Gustafson is a young bride. We experience the pioneer life through her. She is my favorite character in the whole series. I love many of the characters, and dislike a few, but Serena is the one I connected to the best. Pomme de Terre felt like it's own story, similar setting of Abercrombie Trail and Birdie, the third book, but with it's own storyline and main character. I was thrilled when I opened Blooming Prairie this weekend and found Serena telling me more of her story.  The exciting thing about this book is that Candace blends the two storylines, showing us how paths cross between her characters and how their future will unfold.

 

I could not put this book down! Seriously. I started reading it while waiting for the kids at the dentist office. The dentist had to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. I was so engrossed in the story. I used the opportunity to rave about the book. She sounded interested in reading the series herself (you can promote yourself or others anywhere).

 

Candace Simar accepting her Spur Award for Birdie.

 

 

After Candace finished writing Birdie, which won the 2012 Spur Award for juvenile fiction set in the West, she thought she was done with the series. However, the characters weren't done telling their story. One night, she had a vivid dream about Serena. She dreamed in detail what is the opening scene of book four. While writing the book, about halfway through, she was visited again in a dream by the characters. She had thought she was going down one path with them, but they had other ideas. She went with what she saw in the dream. When she got to the end of the book, she thought it would be good to write a short epilogue explaining a little more about what happened with the plague of locust which devasted the farming communities in the midwest in the 1870's. After her editor, and sister, Angela read the first draft, she called up Candace and said, "You need to write an epilogue." That night, Candace dreamed the epilogue that is now in the book. This final vision helps resolve the story.

 

Holy smokes, people! Pay attention to your dreams. Keep your notebooks or notecards and pens and pencils by the bed. When the muse strikes, you don't want to be caught napping...wait...maybe that's when we finally let our guard down, quiet ourselves, and are ready to listen and see the visions laid out for us.

 

I told Candace I was so happy to go further on the journey with Serena. I had unanswered questions about her. And, even as the story unfolded in Blooming Prairie, I had some niggling doubts about her path. Candace and I talked about her as if she were a real person that we  knew personally...wait...isn't she? You writers know what I mean. Our characters are as real as the flesh and blood neighbors across the street.

 

Reading Blooming Prairie and all the books in The Abercrombie Trail series is reading my own personal history. My ancestors are Norwegian and Swedish immigrants. I grew up in Minnesota and have lived in, or passed through, many of the places that are the setting of these novels. It also gives me a better understanding of what happened between the Indians and the settlers, the government and its corruption, and that there are good and bad people in every type of community and generation. These are also stories of survival, a theme which I could read over and over.

 

Candace says that she writes every day, setting a 1,000 word goal, and is especially strict with herself when she's on deadline. She said that our writing community in this area has been a huge support system for her. She's a member of the Brainerd Writer's Alliance and the Heartland Poets. She was mentored by several older members along her journey. She never let the discouragements in the process stop her progress. She said that she set her heart to writing and telling these stories and did everything she could to make it happen. She attended writing conferences and intensive workshops. She networked with other authors and teachers. She says that most of the process and writing and publication are joyful. Parts of it can be a struggle, but what makes it worthwhile are the connections. Just the other day a woman from Eagan, MN called her and said that she had borrowed the books, read them, and loved them so much that she bought her own set. Men who have read her books appreciate her attention to detail especially in the farming and building, and they enjoyed the description of driving the mule teams in Blooming Prairie. I also found that part fascinating.

 

If you have a dream, one that comes to you in the night or is born in your heart, believe in it. Work towards it and never give up. Only you can tell the story that speaks to you.

 

If you'd like to have your name in a drawing to win the first book in Candace's series, Abercrombie Trail, please leave a comment with your email address here, or if you're a friend on facebook, leave a comment there, or if you're having a heckuva time leaving a comment, email me at mary.aalgaard@yahoo.com.  I'll have these two little darlin's draw the winning names. Since there's two of them, there will be two winners. Contest closes at noon, Central Daylight Time, on Sunday, Oct. 28, 2012, open to international readers. Winners announced on Monday morning.

 

Can't you just hear them calling each other "Sistermine" like the sisters do in Candace's books?

 

 

Candace's books can be bought locally at:

Turtle Town books in Nisswa,

Book World in Baxter,

The Crossing Arts gift shop in the Franklin Arts Building in Brainerd,

Bookin' It in Little Falls,

and, of course, online.

Support your local bookstores whenever you can, or they might disappear.

 

You can learn more about Candace Simar and her Abercrombie Trail Series on her website.  She has a couple new, exciting projects in the works. Farm Girls, a collection of essays and poems that she's writing with her sister Angela Foster, about growing up on a dairy farm in Ottertail County.  She is starting the research on her next series about Bonanza farms in the Red River Valley (my home area) and expects at least one of the children in the Abercrombie Trail series to help tell this story. And, she is working on a collection of short stories set in a Minnesota township in 1946. They all sound great! Thanks for sharing your stories on my blog today, Candace!

 

Go. Create. Inspire!

And, remember your dreams.

 

Journaling Prompt:  Write about a vivid dream.

Dare to Start

Quote of the Day:  Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. ~ Cecil Beaton

Introducing the cast of Coffee Shop Confessions, my first full-length play. We will be performing it at the Coco Moon in downtown Brainerd on March 2 & 3, at 6:30 p.m. These adorable people all said Yes to my script and Yes to my request to be in the show. We started rehearsals this week. And, YES, I was giddy. I have a terrible head cold, which kept me from bouncing off the ceiling, but I was still extremely excited. And, they're all wonderful.  Here's the List:

                CAST OF CHARACTERS

SAM                      David Allan Pundt

LOLLY                    Joey Halvorson

LAURA                  Laura Oldham

AUBREY               Mary Aalgaard

ROXY                     Katie Maine

JEWELL                 Abbey Olmsted

MICKI                    Kate Hauble

NICK                      Guy Kelm

Yep, that's my name as one of the characters. I asked several people who would have been great in the role of Aubrey. They considered it, but the timing wasn't right for any of them. So, I guess it's meant to be that I take a role. Aubrey is the best choice for me. She's a hair-stylist, single, looking for Mr. Wonderful, online and otherwise. She's a bit outspoken and cares deeply for her friends. I played a beauty shop owner once before in a community theatre production of Steel Magnolias. I was Truvy. It's my biggest role so far, and I loved it. Now, I get to act again.

My hair-stylist, Aubrey, inspired the role, so I told her to make me look like a trendy stylist. Aren't the purple highlights fun?

So, we're off and running. We rehearsed the songs tonight, and I had a blast. Each step of the process is a thrill for me. My dream is becoming a reality. Thank you to the cast for bringing these characters to life.

Go. Create. Inspire!

Journaling Prompt:  What is your vision to bring your art form and dreams to life?

Of Mice and Men Review

Quote of the Day:  John Steinbeck was born in Salinas, California, in 1902. His first three books were financial failures, and he worked at various kinds of jobs to surive, including fruit picking. - from the "About the Author" at the back of my yellowed copy of Of Mice and Men, which was in its 72nd printing when I bought my copy for a college course 25 years ago.  The story is still powerful and relevant today. With three failed books, and who knows how many rejections, and working at hard labor, unfulfilling jobs, do you think he ever felt like his dreams were as hopeless and unattainable and George and Lenny's?

I watched the show with my 13-year-old son, Zach. I had a ticket for my oldest son Bobby, but he wasn't feeling well so didn't attend. He was the first one I thought of bringing when I saw the advertisement. He's a senior in high school. He's read the book. He's ready for these heavy themes and dark look at life. I decided my 11-year-old twins weren't ready. When I told them a little about the play, that it ends sad, that it's a tragedy, they said, "We like shows where the good guys win."

So, I found myself sitting next to my 8th grader, wondering how he was handling the content and emotional impact of this story. He told me afterwards that watching a play is way more intense than watching a movie. You're right there. When the actors' voices get louder, you can hear that. When they get emotional, you can feel that. While the movie makers might try to manipulate the volume, it's not the same as being in the same room with the actors.

Wow. My work here is done. That's exactly what I want him to know about live performances. I want my sons to know that there is life beyond the screen. That to be in the presence of gifted and emotional performers is more powerful than anything they'll experience. Zach and I agreed, the screen creates a barrier. We have an easier time telling ourselves that it's not real.  Even though the set is representative of the time and place and the actors are playing parts, it becomes real through their words, actions, reactions, their very breath...and ours, the audience. The actors I spoke with on Monday said that each show is different. It takes on a life of its own. Each time they perform, it's a little different. The audience has a different chemistry. A Tuesday night performance in Brainerd, MN is going to feel different from a Friday night performance in Nothern California. I wonder how the folks in California react to this play?

Marcus, who played Crooks with amazing depth, told me that their director Jason King Jones wanted their performance of Of Mice and Men to be unlike any the audience has seen before. And it was. I believe it's because he allowed himself as a director to interpret the play, to bring it to life as he sees it. Then, he got out of the way and allowed the actors to create their characters. I felt like the actors and their characters were one.

As Eryn O'Sullivan, Curley's Wife, was talking about leaving this place and joining the traveling show, I couldn't help but think of how all these young actors did just that. They left the comfort of home, of a "regular" life and hit the road in a traveling show. Aren't they also beating it from one town to the next, looking for work, seeking connection, discovering more and more about themselves, and wondering if they dare to dream of something more?

And, that is the theme of the play. Zach asked me what I thought the theme was. I hesitated. I thought I'd lost my English teacher eye for literary elements. But, when he asked me, I was still in shock over the ending. Of course, I knew what was coming. I've seen this play done a couple time, read the book, studied the story, but I couldn't answer that the theme was the death of a dream.  I wanted it to be more hopeful than that.

I asked Zach, "Why do you think John Steinbeck wrote this story?" He said, "Because he wanted to show how hard some people had it, especially during those times."

I have such a smart son.

I am feeling grateful for the experience of the theatre, the improv class, the emotional and powerful performance by The National Players, and a great night out with my son, who sheds light on life and literature for me.

(Brian Vaughan who played Slim, and Patrick Hogan, as Carlson)

Go ahead, Play off the Page!

I dare you!

Go. Create. Inspire!

Close the screens, and experience life and art in real time. It's waiting for you to show up with your own creative energy.

Journaling Prompt:  What do you think is the theme of 'Of Mice and Men'? Why do you think John Steinbeck wrote this story? Where would we be if he gave up on his writing life and accepted the death of his dream? Where would you be if you gave up on your dreams?

Letting Joy In

Quote of the Day:  a poem

Muse

by Linda Pastan

No angel speaks to me.

And though the wind

plucks the dry leaves

as if they were so many notes

of music, I can hear no words.

Still, I listen.  I search

the feathery shapes of clouds

hoping to find the curve of a wing.

And sometimes, when the static

of the world clears just for a moment

A small voice comes through,

chastening.  Music

is its own language, it says.

Along the indifferent corridors

of space, angels could be hiding.

Joy comes to me in the form of children and music.

In planting and watching things grow, the trees, the boys, relationships.

Joy happens when you let your silly out and your playfulness in.

Joy comes from trying a recipe just because it's in your math homework.

Did you know that inspiration is contagious?  I've been inspired by the students and people that I've let into my life.  From your comments here, and in person, I've learned that from my inspiration, you felt more empowered to become your authentic selves. 

One night, I woke myself up as my hand rose above my covers, playing air piano.  I smiled to myself.  I heard the music that I've let into my house.  I remembered the laughter.  Laughed out loud, to myself, my happy dream, and went back to sleep.

Go. Create. Inspire! And, dream happy dreams filled with inspiration.

Journaling Prompt:  Write about a dream, a night dream or a day dream, that made you smile or laugh.

Mountaintop Feeling

Quote of the Day:  You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. - Eleanor Roosevelt

Last April I signed up for Scriptfrenzy where your goal is to write a script in a month.  I wore the above t-shirt for the first time, packed up my laptop, and made myself a table top office at a coffee shop in downtown Brainerd, MN.  I did not complete the script in month, but I got a good start.  I typed "The End" on it last week, made copies, and invited a few talented and supportive friends over for breakfast and script reading.  It was one of the best days of my life!

I served an egg bake with ham, cheese, and hash browns, and made my famous fruit pizza.  I'm showing the readers the pizza because it has a star fruit theme.  I told them, "You are all stars.  I feel like I'm launching my career as a playwright today, and I'm so glad that you are here for it."  And, for those of you who read my blog and know me, you have also been here for it.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  I feel your encouragement and creative energy every time I sit down to write.

After much blood, sweat, tears, and coffee, the play is ready to be released to the world.  I had just finished typing "The End," when Janet, a writer friend in Grand Forks, wrote that they were having a theatre opportunity for women writers in Grand Forks, called She Speaks, on March 5, and would I be interested in submitting a 10 page cutting of my script.  Whoa, I thought, I just finished it.  I'm having the first read-through on Sat. morning, but YES, I am interested.  I made the cutting this afternoon and sent it off to the director. 

The story and characters came alive in a new way as my friends read this script.  Several times during the reading, that was often interrupted by commentary, the people reacted to the words as themselves, then realized that it was script, and went back into character.  That's how natural it read.  Oh, my heart was beating fast.  Can you tell from the photo how flushed I am?  I'm still coming down from this Mountaintop feeling.

Here they all are:

Joey, my photographer friend who played Lolly.

Lisa, my neighbor and freind who brought the cream cheese coffee cake and played Jewell.

Laura, my friend with enormous gifts and talents in theatre, played Laura.

Matt and Beth live over two hours away, but just happened to be coming through town, read Nick and Roxy.  Beth was my student back when I was an English teacher.  She starred in the one play that I directed in her high school.  She's also writing a play.

Ed, the coffee drinker sweet dad guy who played Sam.  He's a retired elementary school teacher and a musician.

And, Denise, the birthday girl, who said this was a great way to start out her birthday celebration.  She played Aubrey.

I could go on and on, but I'll save some things for a later post.  We laughed.  We cried.  We shared stories.  Denise said it felt like we were surrounded by a white light of positive energy.  I'm telling you, folks, it's still here.  I'm still glowing.  And, the view from this Mountaintop is spectacular.

Go. Create. Inspire!

Journaling Promt:  Describe a mountaintop experience, one you've had or one you dream of having.

Into the Clouds

Quote of the Day:  Off we go into the wild blue yonder.  Climbing high into the sun. - official song of the U.S. Air Force

My writer's journey is taking me into the clouds in many ways.  The title of my WIP (work in progress novel) is War is Not for Girls.  You can read an exerpt from the opening chapter here.  I used it for a blogfest humor contest a while back.  I'm packing that story up along with my new laptop, comfortable fall clothes, my Nikon camera, and boarding a plane for Honesdale, PA where I will spend some time being a writer.  We have our own cabins for sleeping and writing and a main house for meals and meetings.  I'm calling it my own "Walden" experience.  My best writer-mama-pal Roxane will be my travel partner.  Check out what she has to say about the experience here. Who knows what will happen when you send your dreams out like a hot air balloon, soaring into the clouds, ready for adventure, open to wherever the journey leads.

This is also a great quote for me and my novel because I've read so much about the women's contributions during WWII, including Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASPS), Army Nurses, war correspondents, Red Cross volunteers, and Women Army Corps (WACS).  My MC (main character) is a senior in high school when the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor, her classmates get drafted, and she learns that she has more to offer the cause than fresh vegetables and letters from home.

Alright, Roxane, I've got my ticket printed, my bags (nearly) packed, arrangements set for the kids, and I'm ready to take off!  How about you?  (And, I'm not just talking to Roxane.)

I'm off!  I'll be back next week to tell you all about it.

Go, Create, Inspire!

Journaling Prompt:  What fears do you need to conquer to set your dreams afloat?  Where do you need to go?  What do you need to learn?

The Committee

Quote of the Day:  Go boldly in the direction of your dreams; live the life you've imagined. - Henry David Thoreau

Here are a couple of dreamers.  JeMA paints amazing abstract art.  She is on the path to "make it" as an artist.  There I am sitting next to her, wearing my Scriptfrenzy t-shirt, my fingers have just left the keys on my laptop.  We're sitting at the coffee shop where I write my play, Coffee Shop Confessions, and where we dream together. 

We need each other because sometimes those negative voices in our heads get really loud.  I call them "The Committee."  They are the Devil voices that tell you you're not good enough.  They say things like, "Who are you to make it as an artist."  I hit a low point last fall after attending a writer's conference.  Then, I came home and wrote about the struggle of an artist for our local women's magazine, Her Voice.  (Click on the link which will take you to my article. It's on two pages, so click next, or pages 28-29.  You can also enlarge the text by clicking on it.  The cover story is on a local group of doctors and friends who went to Haiti.)

This story is for anyone who has ever felt insecurities about who you are and where you can go in pursuit of your creative dreams.

Dream on!

Journaling Prompt: What creative dreams do you have for yourself?  What have you done to make them a reality?

Who's Your Sunshine?

Quote of the Day:  I got sunshine on a cloudy day.  When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.  from My Girl by The Temptations

I received the Sunshine award from Laurel's Leaves on Mon. April 12.  It feels good to be someone's sunshine.  My boys let me know that I'm their sunshine when they smile at my presence - in the classroom, fieldtrips, when they wake up from surgery (3 out of the 4), when I welcome them home after school or when they've been gone.  They're my sunshine, too.

The Temptations sing about "My Girl" how she's the sunshine for that guy. Sometimes I change the words and say: Who can make me feel that way? My guys!  I heard this song when I was a kid.  It came out before I was born, thank you very much, and it's been played often, shown up in some great movies.  It's the song that little girls listen to and think, That's what I want.  I want to be someone's sunshine.

Journaling Prompt:  Who has made you feel sunshine on a cloudy day?  What did that person do to make you feel loved?

The first time I sang a solo at church, My Guys clapped, and when I sat down, one of them gave me a big kiss!

Focus

Quote of the Day: Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing! - Phyllis Diller







In case you were wondering what it looks like to be covered in Love, look at us all snuggled up on the Loveseat at Grandpa and Grandma's house during our New Year's/Christmas celebration. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by motherhood! And, yes, I let the dust settle, and the bathroom mirrors get spotty, and organize with less panic. We're a busy bunch.

I used this photo as the header of my holiday letter, which I wrote on Jan. 3, will pick up at the printers today, and send out some time during the next week. There's no deadline for quality correspondence. I received my share of holiday letters and photos of smiling families, and I'll have to say, that when someone wrote a personal note on the card or letter, I felt like they really wanted to stay connected and cared. The smiling faces with no words seemed a little fake. As in, "Look at us, we're one big smiling family. No worries here." Why is it so hard for people to be real?

The day I went into the lawyer's office for our "Settlement Agreement" conference, I couldn't get this song out of my head: "Bye bye love. Bye bye happiness. Hello loneliness. I feel like I could cry." I was subconsciously singing it out loud, and the boy in the purple up there said, "How can you be lonely, Mom. You've got all of us."

Thank you, Charlie. I needed to hear that then, two years ago now, and I need to be reminded of it every day. I am not alone. I have those four guys to love and care for and they love and care for me in their own loud and messy boy way. And, God sends people into my life when I need them most.

The other night, we were playing songs on the piano. Charlie took a turn, then Eric found my old Disney song book. We stayed up past bedtime singing and laughing. All of us, even the big one. It was totally worth the sleepy, slow start we had the next day because of our late night carousing.

This year, my goal is to be more focused. I can be so scatter-brained. I check out, mentally, during conversations. I plan dinner while I'm working out. I think about writing while playing the piano and playing piano while I write. I start to declutter one area, move into another, and forget why I went there in the first place, and I get overwhelmed by the tasks that pile up and feel like my sole responsibility.

Focus, Mary, I say, and by the end of the year, many of those goals and aspirations will be accomplished. Tune in next January for the results.

My new song, at least right now, is Bridge Over Troubled Water, "...Sail on silver girl, sail on by, your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their way, see how they shine."



Journaling prompt: Who or what builds you up when you're feeling down?

Spiders

The last couple of nights I have been dreaming of spiders. In both dreams, I see the huge spider, but can't seem to move. In both dreams, the spider follows my movements.

I can't remember all of my first dream, but I remember last nights. I lifted up my piano key protector, and underneath there was what I thought were just dirty cobwebs. As I started to play the piano, I realized the cobwebs were following my movement as I played. At closer inspection, I noticed it was a HUGE spiderweb with a even bigger spider within. I kept playing, with a certain fascination that the spider would follow my movements. I was scared to death, but I couldn't remove the spider, and I couldn't do much but keep playing. In both dreams, I never killed the spider. In the first dream, I remember the spider jumping, but I don't remember much more than that.

I went to a dream interpretation site and found this:


Arachnophobia, the fear of spiders, is the most common phobia among American people. Many of us find these hairy, eight-legged creatures very creepy. There is no doubt that a dream about spiders may simply be your subconscious expressing that prevalent fear.

However, the image of a spider goes much deeper than just a creepy-crawly to fear. Spiders have many associations that may be symbolically represented in your dream by the appearance of a spider.

SPIDERS AS TRICKSTERS: If you have ever read any African fables, you may have noticed that the spider is a devious, tricky creature. Even in modern western society we associate spiders with trickery (come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly). This is most likely because spiders lure and ensnare their prey. If you are dreaming about spiders, there is a possibility that your dream is warning you that you may be tangled up in a web of deceit. Take a good look at those around you, especially those in whom you have put your trust.

SPIDERS AS WEAVERS: Another association of spiders comes from their ability to weave beautiful and intricate webs. There is an old Greek myth about a woman named Arachne who was an incredibly gifted artist and weaver. She was also insolent and rude, claiming that her abilities were greater than those of Athena, the patron Goddess of weaving. After challenging Athena to a contest, Arachne felt so bad for her disrespect to the Goddess that she hanged herself. Athena took pity on Arachne and brought her back to life as a spider, so that she could hang forever weaving her beautiful creations, as well as all of her ancestors. If you are dreaming of a spider web, it may indicate that you are ignoring your creative impulses. If you dream of a spider weaving a web, it could mean that inspiration is right in front of you. Either way, the dream is urging you not to resist or ignore your artistic impulses. Even if you do not consider yourself an artistic person, your psyche is encouraging you to explore and unleash your creativity in some way.

SPIDERS AS FEMALE ENERGY: When considering the symbolic meanings of spiders, one cannot overlook the image of the black widow, luring in the male to mate, and then viciously killing and cannibalizing him in order to nourish herself when her eggs have been fertilized. In this way, spiders represent the feminine energies within us. These energies are both the destructive and constructive, as seen in the cycle of death and birth. If dreaming about a black widow spider, or of a spider that kills its mate, your dreams may be telling you that you are experiencing a major transformation in your life.


SPIDERS AS CREATURES OF BALANCE: Spiders hang from slender threads, and walk delicately upon their webs. But, being delicate creatures, if they fall, they can die. A dream of a spider walking a web may indicate that you must take care, for you are walking a fine line in life, or that you are in need of finding a balance. Spiders also have eight legs, which are symbolic of the ancient wheel of the year, which is divided up into the solstices and equinoxes, and the mid-points between them. A dream in which a spider’s legs are the focus may indicate that you are currently experiencing a rut or an in-between stage in life.


SPIDERS AS CREATURES OF FATE: The weaving symbolism of a spider can be extended to the Fates, the demigods in Greek mythology which weave the fate of our lives. This can indicate a connection between the past and the future. It may also be telling you that you are the master of your own destiny, and should take charge in weaving the future you desire.


I'm not really sure which part my dream falls under, but I find it fascinating. I could guess, with some things going on my life, which one it is.