Family Time at the cabin on Cumbres Pass, New Mexico

I’m not sure if the Cumbres Pass at the top is considered Colorado or New Mexico. I believe it is New Mexico. When you top the pass at 10,000 feet, going east 13 miles you are in Colorado.  You will see on your right, my family’s cabin. A river runs in front with great fishing and the Cumbres Train passes everyday at 12:30pm. My Aunt Deaon’s family homesteaded this land at least 150 years ago. It’s the only private property next to the Pass. It is surrounded by National Forest. It is an uncut jewel.

I went for two reasons, first to be with family and second, to do research for my next book. My family is LDS. My story is set in that theme, also. We exchanged stories and names of old friends we remembered years ago.

I spent three days with my Aunt Deaon, my cousins Julie and Linda. What a wonderful time we had. I interviewed my Aunt. She is 87 years young. Amazing at what she can do. I was inspired to live longer and healthy.  I was also inspired to come home and have a back porch built with a swing. Al and I was together. I missed taking any pictures of my Sweet Al.

My cousins had biographies and stories  of my ancestors. I am the offspring of a third wife of a polygamist marriage on my mother’s side. On my father’s side. I did not know my Grandma Jessie, my Dad’s mother, was one of three girls born to a second wife of a polygamist marriage. This all happened when polygamy was lawful. I feel like the grace of God ruled. I would have never been born. Thank you Jesus.

The cabin is rustic, a large room upstairs with double, single, queen size beds. It is a dormitory. There are two bedrooms downstairs.  Families come and go and they plan time to be together. The family comes from Manassa, Co. Salt Lake City, Utah, Albuquerque, NM and from Mesa, Arizona. I’m from Pagosa Springs, Colorado. I am only 50 miles away.

Here are some of pictures of this wonderful weekend.

Cumbres Pass, New Mexico

This is my Aunt Deaon Jarvies. She still hikes these mountains

 

Family, Cumbres Pass, New Mexico

My two cousins and Aunt Deaon. Linda was about to leave. Her car was loaded. We took time to take a quick picture. This is Julie's dog.

Cumbres Pass, New Mexico

My cousin Julie is weaving a rug. She walked two hours every morning. Amazing women I was with for three days.

Aunt Deaon Jarvies

My Aunt Deaon Jarvies. Isn't she beautiful? I am amazed at her health. She is 87 years old. She has 8 children and I have no idea of how many grandchildren, great grandchildren, and probably a couple of great, great grandchildren. `They had 3 swings on the back porch. We met every morning on the back porch and shared. My Aunt has the most beautiful Spirit. I consider her to be like the Proverbs Woman. Kindness is in her tongue. She lives her faith. I listened to her testimony. She knows Jesus is the Son of God and He came to die and set up his Kingdom.

Cumbres Pass, New Mexico

Sitting on the back porch. Julie is taking pictures as I am taking pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cumbres Pass with family

My Aunt at 87 years old is helping Julie with her frame on her loom. I couldn't believe how easy she went to her knees and pushed against the frame to help Julie. I told her I had to have a picture of this, no one would believe me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spirit of the Red Candle as a new Release for Library

The Pagosa Springs Library has Spirit of the Red Candle as a new release on their book display table.

I had to take a picture. I have always said this book had a life of its own. It will go where it wants. I am hearing people loving this book so much they are sending it to their daughter or giving it to a friend. These are small steps, but I’m trusting the Holy Spirit is moving this book into the hands who needs to read it. I don’t want to put flesh on this. As he leads, then I am faithful to move on it.

Betty Slade, Spirit of the Red Candle, journal of Mary Magdalene

My book is on the New Fiction Display Table.

 

Pagosa Springs Library

This is where my book is. Hope it stays out, comes in and goes out again.

How am I selling it? One book at a time.

 

 

 

 

Book is moving along – My first check from my Publisher – Wahoo!

Another season in life. I have become a bonafide author. I thought I had conquered the world when my book was finished and I hit the button on Lulu.Com to publish my first novel. Then the work began. Marketing and selling the book.

Everyone who reads Spirit of the Red Candle, journal of Mary Magdalene tells me they couldn’t put it down and didn’t want it to be over. That’s good news, but the other side of the coin is this, they felt like all the questions weren’t answered. They were answered in the last seven chapters which I moved into the next book. When I got to the one point in the book, I had 59,000 words, perfect for a novel, and it felt like that it was the end of the book.

I had already finished the last seven chapters but the Holy Spirit nudged me that it was finished. I stopped there. When a friend said to me, “Of course you were planning to write another book, it’s got too many unanswered questions.” It hit me, by listening to the Holy Spirit, I was in the long haul for another book.

Everyone has asked, “When will the next book be written?” That’s good, but for me I am an artist. I had a mandate to write that first book. Now the need to write another book is necessary to finish the job. After that, who knows. I think the Holy Spirit tricked me, so to speak. I was finished, but then I realized I wasn’t finished. I was a little miffed for a couple of weeks, I had laid down my life for the first book and I didn’t know if I wanted to write another one. But then it seemed obvious that I needed to finish the task at hand.

Juggling the artist and writer in me is difficult. It’s like a mother and wife working full time out of the house. Something always lags. You can’t be on task for both. Right now my art is on the back burner. Al keeps telling me I need to be painting and forego the computer for a while. I can’t. I am now building up speed to get this first book on the market. As a self-publisher, you have to do it all. Writing is a small things to the big picture.

I am about to venture on “The Big Idea” which Mikey my coach is launching for the first book. That takes more time. I also called the series “The Scarlet Triangle”. In the beginning I knew I had at least three stories in this series. Writing is hard work. Anyone who is venturing on writing a novel and you don’t know what you are doing, take heed. Pray and get the mind of Christ before you start. You will need the faith and the work ethics to finish the book.

Seasoned writers pump them out like I do with my art. To paint a painting is no sweat, but to write a book, takes everything I got. As I wrote down the first sixteen pages, and the characters began to develop, I was already hooked on the next book. I believe it will be better than the first. And, I was astounded how well I did on the first book. I didn’t know it was in me.

Those hidden gifts are in us, we are disposed to be faithful to what has been invested in us. My goal is stretching forth to the High calling of God in Christ Jesus. Whatever He asks, we must do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer 2012 – At the Softball game

Summer and softball goes together.

Al Slade and daughter Angel Slade

Al Slade and daughter Angel Slade at Co-ed softball game

We have committed to go to our son-in-law games. Our friends from Arizona don’t miss any of them. We have to keep up with the Doolittles, so we go to the games. Also, we enjoy them. We give our son-in-law a hard time. He seems to take it well. I hope he hangs in there with us. We love him.

I wasn’t in the photo shoot. I guess I was home doing social media.

 

Al Wylie, Son in law

Al Wylie is the pitcher for a co-ed team, "Radio Shack". He's a good pitcher. We give him a hard time and hackle him at times. It's all in the family.

Al Wylie, pitcher's mound

Our son-in-law, Al Wylie, at pitcher's mound

Gloria Doolittle

Gloria Doolittle from Tempe, Arizona. Our daughter is on the left on the bleachers