Author Spotlight – Aneza Lee

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Dear Reader,

this week’s author spotlight for the Goodreads Paranormal, Dystopia, Fantasy and Romance Readers, Writes and Reviewers Group is none other than me! Do check out my work and please be so kind as to share it with friends, family and colleagues.

Please help me to reach my goal of 1,000,000 downloads for each of my titles by sharing this post, downloading a title and being so kind as to leave a review if you enjoyed my work. You will be helping me to make a life-long dream come true. This is me following my bliss🙂

My fantasy and poetry book titles are available as e-books on Smashwords. You can find my titles in paperback on Amazon. Alternatively, they are also available for Kindle.

Thanks so much for your support and have a great week. Remember to stay inspired and to follow your bliss!

Thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

Survey Fun


Hello dear reader,

I don’t normally do these but I came across an interesting survey site where you get paid for your opinions. The higher your trait score, the more you earn, so with thoughts on the December spending spree looming I thought everybody could do with making a bit of extra cash. Check it out here: Paidviewpoint.com

As always, be excellent to each other and stay inspired.

Aneza Lee


50 Random Facts About Me

Dear Reader,

After watching a lot of these tags on YouTube I thought, just for fun, it would be nice to do a blog post to let you know 50 random facts about me.

  1. As a young child I was extremely interested in Astrology and knew everyone’s birthdays and sun signs to the point that my brother used to refer to me as Aneza Goodman🙂
  2. I can’t stand the taste of turmeric or cloves, it makes me nauseous.
  3. I am gluten intolerant, which has led me to try some creative and rather nasty “bread-like alternatives” – the latest being an attempt at a homemade coconut flatbread recipe that was so dry it was like eating the Sahara with an extra side order of sawdust.
  4. I have five piercings, two in each earlobe and one in my right nostril, which took over a year to heal because once it was done that part of my face was suddenly a magnet for random accidental contacts, it was like I had painted a bullseye on it or something.
  5. When I was in high school a friend came to tell me that a particular group of over-zealous Christian kids in my school, led by one of the teachers prayed for my soul because of my interest in astrology, palmistry and the tarot. They asked her to get me to say “Jesus Christ” because they thought I was going to Hell.
  6. Cherries are my favourite fruit.
  7. I have an advanced degree in Usui Reiki healing and second degree in Karuna Reiki.
  8. It took me five years to write The Harpy Chronicles, The Namari Book I & II.
  9. The idea for the novel came from a dream.
  10. I sometimes have precognitive dreams and when I remember to keep a dream journal I am always surprised at how often I dreamt about something a night or two before it actually happened.
  11. I can hear auras and often pick up things about people through what I hear, which sound like different vibrational frequencies. Luckily I can choose when and if to use this gift.
  12. I have a pear-shaped figure that is the bane of my every online shopping experience because my upper half and my lower half are always in two different size categories. It’s like being a reverse Shrinky Dink! I first noticed this when I was about 11 years old. In PE class I noticed that all the other girls had flat hips whereas I had these curves and I couldn’t understand why I didn’t look like they did. I felt like an alien. According to my fiancé I have a “goddess shape” and he just loves it… I think he means those prehistoric goddess figurines…goddess-statueUh-huh… yeah that’s attractive.
  13. Buying jeans or pants in general is a trial because if they fit in the hips they don’t fit in the waist, no matter how skinny I am unless I whittle myself down to 50kgs. Good-bye chocolate.
  14. I love chocolate, especially the dark kind.
  15. When I was a kid I had a pet Mandarin duck that my mother saved and who I just loved. I used to collect snails for him to eat and remember counting out two piles, one for each of us, but my palate wasn’t quite sophisticated enough for escargot yet apparently and so I magnanimously gave them all to him.
  16. When I was a young teenager I went through a painful phase where I was afraid to make friends with girls because so many had been mean to me when I was in primary school. I still struggle with it today but I have several really good female friends that I’ve known for years.
  17.  I don’t own a single yellow clothing item.
  18. I love damask patterns and have them on random items in my home from coffee cups to curtains.
  19. The Sisters of Mercy is one of my all-time favourite bands.
  20. I had grey eyes as a baby but at age two they turned green.
  21. When I was a child growing up in my neighbourhood I was the only girl amongst all the boys for a very long time and I appointed myself protector of the trees and would stop them from breaking the branches off and hurting the trees. They thought I was crazy but it broke my heart to see them wounding defenseless living things.
  22. I was a vegetarian for two years but went back to eating meat after a spell of ill health.
  23. I was born with black hair but it turned brown and I have always wished it had stayed black.
  24. I am distantly related to British royalty on my father’s side.
  25. I love long hair, I hate cutting it, the longer the better. It is now at “classic length” but I recently had to cut it from mid-thigh length.
  26. I think flossing is the grossest thing ever invented but I do it anyway.
  27. I have a tattoo of an infinity dragon in a Celtic knot work border on my right outer calf.
  28. I have really small slim hands and I often struggle to find rings to fit my fingers. It’s almost impossible to find rings to fit my pinky fingers. I only have one ring that does.
  29. Rainbow moonstones and opals are amongst my favourite gemstones.
  30. Favourite ice-cream flavour is probably rum and raisin.
  31. I used to be late, all the time, sometimes by over an hour and I have worked really, really hard to be on time now.
  32. I really don’t enjoy watching sports on TV. Snore fest. Rugby, cricket, golf, gah.
  33. I delved into the dark world of BDSM and as a result wrote several erotic stories but have never shared them.
  34. I dislike, intensely dislike loud, abrasive, rude people.
  35. I have a small collection of knives, my favourite of which is a hand crafted khukri blade from the Khukri House in Nepal.
  36. When I was about 12 years old I watched Clan of the Cave Bear and I fashioned my own weapon sling and would practice pelting stones at a target in my back yard until my aim was quite accurate. Years later though I tried it again and I obviously need more practice because my aim was just shit!

    David's Sling
    Sling weapon and five smooth stones.
  37. I don’t really like Cola Cola or other soft drinks. Mostly I drink water or tea and now rarely, coffee.
  38. I have flat feet and find walking in high heels to be absolute torture. I think they are beautiful but once sprained both ankles very badly walking in stilettos. Really embarrassing but very painful.
  39. I don’t like the smell of metal on my skin after I’ve touched it. It sets my teeth on edge, even coins, I have to wash my hands afterwards.
  40. Wow, ten more to go. Random fact number 40 is that I was totally disgusted to discover that a badly written trilogy like 50 Shades of Grey had become so popular when there are so many more eloquent authors out there. Erm, like me for instance and a hundred thousand other great writers who know how to string a sentence together. Still miffed about that.
  41. My first car was a yellow Renault 5.
  42. The biggest motorcycle I ever rode myself was a Suzuki GSXR 400.
  43. I have a collection of tarot cards, my favourite of which is The Celtic Circle tarot.
  44. When I was in high school I created a secret society called SASK, The Secret Anezan Society of Knowledge, where we collected and studied arcane knowledge and had a membership of four including myself.
  45. I almost drowned in a swimming pool at a holiday resort in Namibia when I was nine years old. It gave me a distrust of water for a long time and I was afraid to go into deep water, but in 2011 I conquered my fear and went snorkelling in the ocean off the coast of Mozambique.
  46. I hate being cold, hate it, hate it, hate it and I get cold very easily.
  47. I played the vampire Sorcha Sable in a game called The Dark Alleyways for over four years.
  48. I have Malay ancestry on my mother’s side.
  49. I have always wanted to visit Borobodur on Java island.
  50. And for my last random fact, just to be really random, I have a gold, black and pink toothbrush.😀

If you’ve made it this far, thanks so much for reading. I hope you are keeping yourself inspired and are being creative and living each day to the fullest.

Stay sweet until next time,

Aneza Lee

The Dingleberry Lesson

Dear Reader,

We’ve all been there… deep in slumber, enfolded in fairyland’s magical cocoon only to have a nagging sense of rising discomfort. Slowly your consciousness bubbles towards the surface and somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness you realise that that last cup of tea before bed has come back to haunt you. Now begins the probably half hour semi-awake internal argument. On the one hand I want to stay in bed and try to convince myself that I may well be able to hold on ’til morning. On the other hand a part of me scoffs at this naive aspect of myself and says, rather practically, just get up and get it over and done with, you know you’re going to anyway. Why torture yourself with a half hour debate about it? But I’m so comfortable, and it’s cold out there and maybe I can convince myself that I don’t really, really need to get up.

Fast forward to half an hour later, or is it? It may be more or less time has passed, hard to tell as it must be way past the witching hour and time moves differently when you are half asleep. I decide to make a barefoot dash from my carpeted bedroom to the cold tiled floor that lurks beyond with it’s icy cold unforgiving surface. I am greeted with fervent excitement by my Norwegian Forest cat mix who is just delighted to see me about at this hour and is lovingly dancing around my feet, purring loud enough to emulate an old diesel tractor. “Hello darling,” I murmur as I pass by. Suddenly my warm foot encounters something soft underfoot. Strange, whatever could that be? What indeed, you might wonder with a raised eyebrow?

It seems to be stuck as I have taken another step and still feel something underfoot. I reach down to inspect and as my hand touches the soft mass a stench that I can only rate as Defcon 5 offends my nose. Attack of the killer dingleberry. I wish I could have seen my face. I am standing in the middle of the bathroom in the dark with a sh*tty foot and a sh*tty hand. Oblivious to my plight my cat continues to purr and dance around me with delight. I manage to grab the toilet paper and remove the worst of it and am just hobbling forward to the bath to wash my foot and hand when…






I step into what I can only imagine must have been the part of the dingleberry that didn’t stick to my foot with my other foot. You know those moments when sh*t happens, excuse the pun, and you just stand there for a moment absorbing it all? Why God, oh why, is this sh*t happening to me? I must have pulled a face like Rimmer did in Red Dwarf right when he tries to roll up his sleeve to read his cheat notes written on his arm for the engineer’s exam and realises he smudged it all onto his hand. What is stopping me from turning this into a particularly graphic episode of Happy Tree Friends, mad theme song included? Deep breath.

Right, well I guess this is the start to my day then. I have to try to remind myself why it was that I wanted to have a cat again? Anybody? No? What is the pearl of wisdom I am meant to glean from this early morning experience? Don’t walk barefoot in the dark, perhaps? Don’t drink tea after 8pm? Don’t ever own a cat ever again??

When I finally returned to bed purified by Lux Velvet Touch and plenty of H2O I think I’d finally processed it all. Needless to say, I think don’t walk barefoot in the dark is probably a good one to remember. And only hours before I’d triumphantly managed to sort of hold pancha position for the first time ever during my Ashtanga yoga practice and I’d felt so great. Not so much now. It’s been a month of 3-6 times a week practice and I was so pleased to realise that my strength has increased infintesimally and that I wasn’t just collapsing to the ground like a pile of wet newspaper but actually controlled my descent and held the pose for a moment.

A most humbling experience to see these small improvements in myself. I am inspired to continue with it and feel it is a very positive change I’ve made in my life. So to end off probably the only blog ever that smoothly traverses the subject of dingleberries and yoga I shall leave you to enjoy the rest of your day. I am still occasionally bemused by life and by the world we live in. There is so much to learn but at the end of the day if you think your problems are big, watch this video and you might change your mind.

Until next time, stay inspired and as always, thank you for reading… and don’t forget to switch on the lights when you walk around your house at night if you have a cat!

Aneza Lee

Where did she go?

Where indeed has Aneza been? Not that I think anyone else but myself has wondered this! We get so caught up in our busy lives that the days just slip by and before we know it days stretch into weeks and months.

A spell of ill health hasn’t helped, the flu in combination with tick bite fever – not something I would wish on anyone, by the way! A million reasons why I have not been inspired to post but I am still here, still standing. I suppose I just have to admit to myself that writing has to come second, or third or fourth or even lower down on the list in the face of many obstacles and stressors in my life at the moment. I am also drawn away by side projects like my polymer clay art and my job which often has me working ’til after 11pm at night. C’est la vie, my friends, c’est la vie.

I’ve recently taken up yoga to improve my strength and flexibility. This after I mistook my tick bite fever symptoms for ongoing flu symptoms and so was late in seeking treatment. I was flat on my back in bed for a while there and can’t tell you how scary it was to be so weak as to not be able to get up without a lot of pain and Herculean effort. I thought to myself I must make changes now or one day this will be for real. Guilt no doubt for having neglected my fitness in the face of a very unbalanced work routine. Egads people, it is not an activity for poofs. Quite shocking to realise that you are incapable of bending down all the way to touch your toes. So now after almost a month of regular practice I can finally do it, but after watching the Yoga documentary, My Dharma, I realise that I have a long, long, loooong  way to go and even if I ever become a tenth as flexible, I’d be proud of myself. I’d really recommend watching it via the link.


I hope that things will settle down in the nearer future and that I will be able to dedicate more time here, but for now I wish you all well in your creative endeavours and remember to stay inspired. Every moment is a gift.

Thank you, as always, for reading,

Aneza Lee

Confessions of a Gluten Junkie

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Once upon a time in a world that now seems far, far away lived a little girl who… no, that’s a story for another time.

Today I’d like to write about, and possibly shake my first at the heavens, over a dreaded thing called food allergies. This post is probably a bit out of left field for me but anyone who has ever discovered themselves to be allergic to (insert food item here) knows what I am talking about. I spent the better part of my formative years nom-nomming my school sarmies on a daily basis Monday to Friday like every other kid. I ate mom’s macaroni cheese, enjoyed the occasional pizza treat and absolutely adored pepper steak pies, all things that are strict no-no’s for the gluten sensitive.

I never could figure out why I always felt incredibly tired and foggy brained, why I’d be forgetful at times, why I suffered from allergies and always had itchy eyes, insanely itchy ear canals and why I had stomach pain almost all the time. I would wake up in the mornings so nauseous I wanted to die and I would feel that way ’til about 11:30, just in time for my lunch break sandwich, as a matter of fact. I remember asking my mom once why my stomach was so bloated and I suffered weird aches in my joints which everyone put down to growing pains.

As an adult I developed an ever present dry cough, an itchy scalp and I developed cystic acne on my face and back in my late 20’s, with a particularly itchy spot right between my shoulder blades that drove me to near insanity. I piled on the pounds and just wasn’t enjoying life much. It was during a conversation with my late aunt that she regaled me with the symptoms of her gluten allergy and it was a real a-ha moment for me. Really? But that’s how I feel… oh no, really? But I have that too and other similar exclamations. I resolved to undertake a 30-day trial of gluten abstinence to see if it made any difference.

Ta-da, challenge accepted. Of course no one tells you that gluten is basically present in every processed food ever invented and that it stalks the ingredient lists of the supermarket under pseudonyms like hydrolysed vegetable protein. I also once went round to the folks for spaghetti bolognaise completely forgetting that duh, spaghetti is made from wheat, which contains gluten, silly. These little slip ups aside, I arrived at the end of my 30-day trial feeling fantastic. Hurrah, I’d figured out why I always felt so crappy most of my life. Ah, but then doubt and denial creep in and like any good addict you begin to talk yourself out of it, or into it, whatever applies.

Oh, one little pie won’t hurt, just a slice of pizza, come on, you can’t not eat a hamburger in your life ever again, it’s not that bad, I can quit whenever I want to. There is also the bargaining: I’ll enjoy this now, guilt free, and I’ll suffer later but then for the rest of the month I won’t have any gluten. And don’t forget deluding yourself: I deserve this treat because I’ve been working really hard. The social factor will get you every time. If you go to a party or for dinner in a restaurant there will be a multitude of wheaty gluteny food choices on offer and the “one little bite won’t hurt” reasoning applies. Often people are unsympathetic and think you are being difficult, or you don’t want to inconvenience your host and so you eat what is on offer to suffer the consequences later.

Crazy as it sounds it took about five years to really embrace being gluten free, but in those first few years knowing that I shouldn’t eat wheat or gluten because it made me feel unwell made every elicit morsel more attractive than ever. Oh woe is me, to never eat a slice of cake again? Or to enjoy a morning muffin hot out of the oven, or home baked bread, I was like an addict, I swear, trying to wean myself off my drug of choice, aka gluten and the more I knew I shouldn’t eat it the more I craved it. I bounced between the two extremes and when my non gluten allergic family members saw me reaching for a slice of french loaf they’d chide me and I’d grumble about it. Amusingly we realised that my late mother was also sensitive to gluten. Wow,  count myself lucky I figured it out at 30, but mom had suffered for almost all of her 59 years and I recall my late grandmother often patting her bloated stomach after eating a wholewheat sandwich, her favourite, and saying she was sure she had cancer. Gran died never knowing what the cause of her discomfort was because in those days no one in the backwater that was Bellville in those days had heard of gluten, never mind an intolerance to it. Mom, of course, was in full denial, point ended.

I, however, have finally admitted defeat, or perhaps it’s just acceptance of the fact that how I feel when I eat gluten is just not worth the pain. If I do accidentally consume gluten, or have a rare moment when I let it pass my lips I am rewarded for my indiscretion by the familiar dry cough first thing next morning and complaints from my bleary eyed fiancé that I snored the roof off the house the night before – how embarrassing. Ladies aren’t supposed to snore!

As a consequence of torturing my villi with constant gluten assaults for over 30 years I am also sensitive to sugar and I am now susceptible to candida when I consume it too regularly. My curiosity about the effect of food on our bodies also led me to discover the Primal Blueprint and on cutting out further irritants in my diet I must say that I feel so, so much better in general. I no longer eat rice, corn, legumes or processed foods in general. I’ve gone back to basics and gone are the mysterious aches and pains, the gastrointestinal discomfort, the fog brained insanity that would often have my fiancé jokingly accusing me of having “Old Timer’s” (Altzheimers )…

I feel better than I have in years and my symptoms have almost all disappeared, no more acne, allergies, bloating, weight gain, gastrointestinal pain, et cetera. Although, since I’m in a confessional mood,  I haven’t entirely given up dark chocolate and I also have to admit that I am mortal and that once in a great long while I’m probably going to indulge in a slice of chocolate cake… the gluteny kind. Sure, I am well aware of the vast array of gluten free products on the market and I enjoy many of them , sometimes though, sh*t happens. Just as long as I only err extremely occasionally, that is. Honestly, I now find the aroma of freshly baked bread slightly off putting and yeasty and I haven’t eaten bread in years. Take out is a big avoid for me and public events are always a trial as you’re only likely to find fare like burgers and boerie rolls on offer.

I’ve also come to realise that like any junkie, you have to make the decision to go gluten free. People can talk to you ’til they’re blue in the face, but it won’t make one iota of difference unless you are willing and wanting to commit to a gluten free lifestyle. If you have food allergies and suffer the consequences of the ill effects of your food choices, you have my sympathies. It’s not easy with so many alluring products on the shelf whenever you enter a store. Food items containing gluten are freely available so it can be so difficult to avoid. I guess like the Nike slogan says, just do it. Make a decision to change your life and take it from there. Occasionally you might slip up, sure, but the point is to keep at it and you’ll see the rewards for your efforts in the long run. That is the sucky think about being gluten sensitive… abstinence doesn’t render immediate results. It can take weeks to recover from the effects of that hamburger pie or that take out pizza. It can suck the joy out of your existence and dramatic as it sounds, it did for me for a long time. I had no energy to be creative even, but now those fires are reigniting.

I’ve started crafting again and I am currently working on a creative project in polymer clay, an intricate family crest that I can’t wait to complete so that I can show you what I’ve been up to. I am also working on my writing projects in between, so I am thrilled about that. They are long overdue for completion. Guilty as charged.

On that note, I shall leave you to the rest of your week. May you follow your bliss and ignore your food cravings and until next time, dear reader, thank you as always for reading.

Aneza Lee

Busy as a bee

April has arrived and with it gentle relief from the crushing heat of a harsh drought stricken summer. Usually I adore summer, but this one was a trial even for me. The wheel turns and winter is on the way, so for those of you who lament the cold, I feel your pain. It’s about the only time of the year I drink sherry on a chilly evening -trust me, it’s about the only thing that combats frozen fingers syndrome.

It’s been a busy time work-wise but I am pleased to report that I am making progress on my latest polymer clay project, which, when it is complete, will be a family coat of arms with a red fox, silver and red mantling, a silver and gold helm and a golden crown. This is quite a technically challenging one for me, but I am thoroughly enjoying the experience. A recent visit to Mineral World in Simonstown, which turned out to be far too short really, had me bring home a collection of beautiful gems that I can’t wait to incorporate into future polymer clay works of art.

I am also pleased to report that The Harpy Chronicles – The Namari Book I has finally cracked over 1200 downloads. It’s free, so do check it out if you or anyone you know enjoys a fantasy adventure. The Harpy Chronicles – The Namari Book II and Musings of a Bard, Prose Poetry Vol I are tied at just under 100. I have so many projects to complete, not least of which is The Harpy Chronicles Book III, People of the Crow. You’ll have to watch this space folks! I hope you’ve all found some magical inspiration in your day and that your own creative projects are progressing in leaps and bounds.

I wish you all a happy April and hope the Fool didn’t have too much fun at your expense on the 1st!

Thanks as always for reading,

‘Til next time,

Aneza Lee

Malleable Magic

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The witch woman
Sees fortunes bold
Hidden thoughts
Visions old.
Shame and truth
Before devil’s eyes
Every woman is a witch
Every witch is wise

I read this once, a lifetime ago it seems now, in the back of a tarot book instruction guide that I purchased when the world, to me,  seemed more magical, more mysterious. Now I think that every woman is indeed wise, some of us just do not heed our own wisdom and therein lies the root cause of all our problems. We don’t listen to our own intuition, that wearisome voice that whispers to us, occasionally forlornly – or at least I’d imagine I’d feel forlorn if I offered sound advise repeatedly to someone who never took it. We are all guilty of this affront to ourselves at one time or another. This old poem inspired me to review my “hidden thoughts” and my “visions old.”

Once upon a time I studied to become a herbalist, working with magical intent to create healing remedies. Crystals glinted in the moonlight in my garden and I could feel the energies of the living things growing around me. I painted, I drew, I wrote poetry, I CREATED. I was happy. Somehow I strayed from the path of my creativity and looked up one day to find myself in a perpetual state of stress. That old word… I would stress about not having enough work, stress about having too much work to do by x deadline, stress about finances, stress about not making time to take my daily walks, stress about (oh just insert something here, you get the idea).

I felt a growing sense of something being amiss. What was it? My creativity had been blocked for ages! My crystals were covered in dust, my easel stood in a forgotten corner, my brushes were in a sorry state, the characters in my novels scratched weakly at the edges of my imagination, trying to flit onto the pages of my unfinished manuscript. My magic lay dormant, lulled into a stupor by the daily stresses of life. I felt frustrated, because I have no one to blame but me for my lack of creativity. I command my time, as does everyone else. I choose to do or not to do. I needed to make something, anything. I was inspired by an image I saw on my Pinterest page and so I purchased some clay and I made a journal cover, first with my fiancé and then one on my own. It was wonderful to create again, so much so that I decided then and there to open an Etsy store to share my creations with the world. Malleable Magic was born!

I’d like to invite you to check out my Etsy store – Malleable Magic. Granted, there are only two items available at present, but handcrafted art takes time. I am currently working on a coat of arms project in polymer clay and I am so excited to complete the task. I hope that this blog might inspire you to pick up an old hobby or a new craft so that you may bring your own brand of creativity into the world – we could all use a little more beauty and magic in our lives.

So ’til next time, thank you as always for reading my rambles and may your week be filled with joy.

Aneza Lee

A Clockwork Queen

A clockwork queen

A Clockwork Queen*

A prose poem by Aneza Lee

“Something a little dark with a medieval feel.”

A Clockwork Queen

Such dreams of treasure in dark places of shadow and silence, where the glint of gold begs but for a scrap of light. Embroidered hope extends delicate fingers, to press against my beating breast. A breath, like the first, slow, deep, explosive in exhalation. A rebirth, a tenuous dream, a dark eye gazing about a grand hall of dancing shadows.

The feel of velvet, embroidered lace, a moment’s reflection before light blazes forth, and the banners unfurl in this place where history is carved into the stones of the world. I must speak the words and from my lips, I unleash the doom of men. To war! To war, by flame and boiling sea, are delivered the deaths of the many, by sword and tortures of the flesh, my throne claims the treasures of the dead.

A dark queen upon an ageless throne, my gaze upon lands unconquered. New worlds like sunken treasures to be unearthed by my bannermen. My brave warriors, clad in steel and blood and glory, go forth, and return unto me with the wealth of new realms. This dark hall has gazed upon grand designs so vast that within them, even I am but a clockwork queen.

Beneath starred crown, behind shadowed lids that glitter gold and black, beneath this alluring mantle of magnificence, I am woman, not stone, nor fire, nor element. I am a cog within a wheel within a great machine whose purpose I cannot define. Enslaved queen to the hunger of a baying beast, unbidden it may devour me yet, this dark hall my tomb. Aeons hence some may recall the queen who led her baying nation beyond the wall.

*Unfortunately I cannot credit the artist of the image as I know not from whence it came, but I would be happy to do so.


Life is born in darkness, whether for the seed beneath the soil or for the infant who begins life in the darkness of the womb. So begins our struggle to find the light. Our lives are a metaphor for that struggle, don’t you think? The spark of life is struck in darkness, and we grow to escape the airless womb to draw our first breath in the light of the world. No matter the path we take from that moment we all end in the tomb. Whether consumed by flames like the Vikings of old or laid to rest in the peaceful earth, we all begin and end on an equal footing. We arrive naked and we take nothing with us when we depart this realm, save the collective sum of our experiences and our deeds.

Why do we do it? Why do our souls come into being in these magnificent flesh bodies that allow us to interact with the magical construct that is life? Our lives can at times seem humdrum, boring even, yet only we forget to see the wonder in our very existence. We lose the childlike wonder of our early years and we forget that our earthly lives are infused with the magic that brought us into being. We can create or we can destroy but the choice lies solely within us. No matter our circumstances, we can rise above them or we can choose to succumb to them.

At the beginning of a new year I find my thoughts turn to new beginnings, no surprise there. Also, I dwell on endings. With the closing of one door another opens and so it is with the beginning of a new year as we are presented with myriad new opportunities to change our lives, to mold them to be what we desire. Some things are written before we are born, or so I believe.

For me it is so with love. I knew from a young age that somewhere in the world was a man for me, someone incredibly special who sought me as I sought him. I can recall entering countless rooms and sweeping my eyes across the faces I’d find there and my inner voice would say, “He’s not here,” with a pang of disappointment. I can recall with perfect clarity that this little voice would sound in my head even when I was in a committed relationship and very much in love with my partner at the time… which caused me no end of annoyance. I believed my inner voice to be mistaken, why was I still looking when I was happy with so-and-so? We are all fools in love. Many years later I found myself single and one day I commented to a friend that I was content with my life and that I felt complete, even in my solitude.

Naturally the universe heard my words and the powers that be gave each other a knowing glance and an almost imperceptible nod. I had stopped looking, they knew, and I contented myself with the single life. I even told my friend that perhaps I was not destined to meet my significant other… I had been so certain in my younger days but well into my 30’s and with no sign of him I found myself in bed one night and the thought hit me that perhaps he was not walking the Earth as I was or as I’d always felt, always believed. I felt physically ill at the possibility, because I’d determined at a young age that I would be one of the lucky ones that would find true love, lasting love.

One day not long after this seemingly fateful conversation I turned a corner and there he was. Our eyes met and it was as if electricity struck. I was bodily drawn by an invisible force and in that moment I knew that I’d found him. “Where have you been?” I wanted to ask. “I’ve been looking for you all this time.” I had to fight the almost overpowering urge to throw my arms around him like I’d known him all my life and we’d been but lately parted. It might sound Hollywood movie unreal, but I swear it is the absolute truth. Four years later we are still as in love as ever. It was written long ago, before I was born, I know that as I know myself.

Yet not all is written. In this new year, you can begin anew, change your life to be whatever you want it to be. You can make a dream come true or at least strive towards it. I wish that for you after the New Year’s resolutions have faded and you are neck deep in the stresses of day to day life. Pick one thing you’d like to realise this year and bring it into being, and make it something good! I’ll cross my fingers for you and wish for you to take a little of the magic of life to realise your dream, no matter how big or small. Happy 2016 and remember, your origins do not define your limits, only you can do that.

Thank you, as always, for reading.

Until next time stay inspired,

Aneza Lee