Why do I like to write about love, loss, and redemption? I believe they are all tied together. Aren’t these the three things in life we all experience at times? The things that color our life?
Loss of those we love. Redemption of ourselves. And love. Love is at the heart of it.
Why do we get up each day and go to work, try our best, sacrifice? I think it’s because of love. Love for others, love for ourselves. Love for what we do.
Since becoming a mother I am driven my love. It encompasses my day. Love for my son. For our family unit of three strong. It’s all I am where once I was one and all alone. I loved being alone and still do, but now my world stage has grown to encompass so much more. I cannot remain in the shadows. I am on a stage and the light has grown to encompass my audience. I am part of the audience and part of the play.
My son needs me. My husband needs me. I am needed. And this is good.
In my paranormal suspense, A Human Element, Ben Fieldstone is tormented by his past and fears. He shuts himself off from love but is redeemed by Laura Armstrong, pure of spirit. She is open to love, although her life is tinged with tragedy. Idealistically, she believes we all have something redeemable in us, no matter how small.
Laura here tries to convince Ben that love doesn’t forget:
Ben withdrew from Laura and fell back into bed. “No one ever showed me love before. I haven’t montauk-monster.com/pharmacy/alprazolam known love since my parents died. I guess I forgot what it was.”
He stared at the ceiling with his hands under his head. She sensed he tried to resist telling her his deepest feelings. Laura could see his profile clearer now as the room grew lighter with sunrise.
She felt him freezing up on her. “Love remembers.”
“Does it?” He twitched his mouth and shook his head. “I don’t know if I believe it.”
Yet when Laura loses hope after too much loss – – Ben gains it in the final hour. But is it too late? Is it ever too late to find hope? I don’t believe so. And that’s what makes us all redeemable, no matter what we’ve done. The light in the human spirit that no one can take away.
Here Laura and Ben share a tender moment:
Laura put his fingers in hers. Her love flowed into Ben, covering him in peace. “I was gone so long because I was afraid to face you, Ben. Afraid to love anyone again. Afraid I would curse you as I had so many others. I felt I didn’t belong anywhere.”
“Andy told me a long time ago love makes the world go ’round. I have found out since then, while it’s corny, it’s also true.”
Laura smiled. “And maybe not just our world.”
Ben laughed, glad she could see lightness in the situation. “You’re the woman I love, no matter which world it is. This one or another. We’re all beings in this infinite universe.”
Love does remember. It does make the world go ’round. I believe it. Do you?