Sunday, September 9, 2012

Have I Met You Before?


Here are this week's...
Random Facts and Tidbits.

Random Courting the Flame Fact:

Today’s Courting the Flame Fact will be short and sweet. One day while I was at work, (yes, I have a full-time job besides writing) my friend Holly was talking with me. When she was done, she spun on her heel to exit my room and tripped over some boxes on the floor. After we both burst out into a serious fit of the giggles, she turned and said to me, “Well…I guess there’s a reason my name isn’t Grace.” And BOOM! Just like that, I had a name for my heroine. I added the “ie” to the end, and that’s how Gracie Clarke came to be.
   
Diana DeCameron Tidbit:
Dictionary.com defines reincarnation as the rebirth of the soul in a new body. More often than not, Buddhism is the religion people most associate with reincarnation, but there are many other religions that believe in the concept of the soul, upon the death of its body, coming back to earth in another body or form. Celtic Paganism, some Native American belief systems, Hinduism, Jainism, Christianity (at least one time), Judaism, and Islam are just a few. I have no doubt there are many, many more.

But just how many religions believe in the concept of reincarnation is not the topic of today’s discussion. The real question is…do I?

I’m sure I’ve blogged about this before, but honing my writing skills has definitely been a spiritually eye-opening experience for me. It’s almost as if everything I’ve done up to this point in my life has been in preparation for the moment when I’d finally be brave enough—seasoned enough, to put pen to paper (or in my case fingers to keyboard) and explore the darkest recesses of my mind. I’m talking about the ‘unknowns’— all those things about ourselves that we’ve consciously or subconsciously filed away. And let me tell you, once I found mine?? Sheesh. Let’s just say there was a lot hiding back there, LOL…a lot more than I’d have thought possible for someone who just turned 42.

Looking back at my childhood, though, it’s easy to see that I’d blocked a lot along the way. I shrugged off many of those weird childhood occurrences as just plain, well…weirdness. Since writing Courting the Flame, however, it’s not that easy to do anymore. For instance, when I first sat down to write my debut novel it was just me, myself, and I. I distinctly remember editing myself saying things like, “Goodness…No! You can’t write that!” Then a year later I came into contact with the woman who'd be my first ever editor and that meeting would forever change the way I viewed my existence and my writing. I know I’ve told this story before, so I’ll keep it brief.

Here we were on opposite sides of the country, yet the moment I heard Claudia Suzanne’s voice for the first time, I felt completely at ease. It was as if we’d known each other for ages. Now I know I’m not the only person to have had this type of experience. My question to you is: Why? Why is it that some souls feel soooooo familiar when we know there’s no way we’ve ever met them before…at least not in this lifetime? And that ‘instant connection’ feeling doesn’t end with just people. I’ve often felt it with locations, as well. I think I was about 12 or 13 the first time I saw the ocean. I remember walking over the sand dunes and laying eyes on those foaming waves thinking, Yep. I’m meant to be here. It felt very much like a homecoming in some ways.

In closing, I have one last story to share that further demonstrates my point (assuming that I actually have one). My brother, (who’s 11 years my senior) took me for a hike in the woods once when I was about sixteen. By this point in my life I’d experienced quite a few of those previously mentioned ‘strange occurrences’, but I’d gotten rather good at shrugging them off. On this particular afternoon, however, we’d reached the peak of the mountain we were climbing and decided to plop down on the ground to enjoy lunch before we continued on. I remember sitting on a huge boulder, reaching into my backpack for my sandwich, and then stopping mid-chew, another ‘odd’ feeling washing over me. I slowly scanned from left to right and said, “Bubby? (That’s what I called my brother) You….ahhhh….notice anything weird about this place?”

He munched on his sandwich, looked around, and answered with a, “Nope,” between swallows.

I surveyed the landscape again. This time more closely. “Don’t you think it’s odd that there are absolutely no trees where we’re sitting? I mean, look around. We’re on the tippy top of a mountain and this little rectangular shaped plot that we’re sitting in has absolutely no trees on it. None. Natta one.” I blinked at him. Several times. “It’s like there’s an open field smack dab in the middle of a forest…ON THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN!”

He scanned again, shrugged, and then moved onto his apple. I wrinkled my forehead, got up, and surveyed the area more closely. I’m not sure what I was looking for. Perhaps I was searching for the remains of some sort of ancient dwelling place or maybe it was an old piece of rusted farming machinery I was seeking. Ultimately, I found nothing more than the tiny little plot of treeless land on the top of a tree-filled mountain, but even more unsettling than the plot of land was the feeling I got when I stood on it. It was an undeniable sense of connection. And even though I found it to be slightly unnerving, I didn’t want to continue on with the hike. I wanted to remain there. Again, that ‘familiarity’ thing had kicked in. Had I been here before? Was I somehow connected to someone else who’d been here before?

So where am I going with all of this? Truth is, I just don’t know. The only thing I do know is what I feel, and sometimes I feel like I’ve met people and been places that I know darn well I never have before. Bottom line. End of story.

Take that for what it’s worth.

Diana


More Random Facts and Tidbits to come. Oh…and be sure to catch me this Friday, September 14th at fellow author Kay Dee Royal's Paranormal & Erotica Romance Musings. I'll be guest blogging and giving away a couple of e-copies of Courting the Flame. Hope to see you there.

As always...
Until we meet again, make it a great week!
Oh...and more Facts and Tidbits to come.