Hello! I hope you are all having a happy spring! Where I live, tulips buds are swelling, violets are blooming in secret corners, and trees are gently dusted with green. The days are warm and summer is just around the corner. Spring is my favorite time of year, and when I saw Heather’s “Spring Has … Continue reading Spring Book Tag!
Author: Miriam Novotny
Mae govannen! Well met!
I am a bookworm, author, poet, occasional artist, Charlotte Mason homeschool graduate, and above all, a daughter of the King. I love tall trees, bright stars, fairy tales, and cinnamon tea. Also I may be slightly obsessed with J. R. R. Tolkien. ;)
You can read my work at www.theglasshill.blog and in The Lost Tales of Sir Galahad, a new book from Rabbit Room press!
Godspeed, friend! Never stop dreaming.
Epiphany — And a Christmas Poem!
The word epiphany is derived from a Greek word meaning "to manifest, to display, to come suddenly into view," which in turn is thought to have come from an ancient Indo-European root meaning "to shine."1 For me, it conjures up images of sudden revelation -- a break in the clouds, a beam of starlight, a … Continue reading Epiphany — And a Christmas Poem!
The Lost Tales of Sir Galahad – EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT!
Have you ever read the legends of King Arthur? Or Sir Galahad? In one story it is told how, during his quest for the Holy Grail, Sir Galahad "rode for a long while in a wild forest and had many adventures of divers sorts, of which no account hath been given. . ." 1 Whenever … Continue reading The Lost Tales of Sir Galahad – EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT!
The Road: A Collection of Thoughts
It's been a while since my last commonplace post, so I thought I'd do another one. This time I've curated a collection of thoughts about the road. I especially like this one because of the way each quote flows into the next. They fill me with wanderlust and make me want to love the unknown … Continue reading The Road: A Collection of Thoughts
God Save Canada (Original Poem)
This post is dedicated to Maria McDonald, history tutor and Canadian patriot. A belated happy Canada Day to all my Canadian readers! And if you're American, have a happy Independence Day! Or if you're neither Canadian nor American, I hope you have a wonderful day all the same. 🙂 I am privileged to be both … Continue reading God Save Canada (Original Poem)
On Reading The Hound of Ulster
Author and folklorist Rosemary Sutcliff once wrote, “You can learn a lot about a people from their stories, because their stories show the way they think and feel and look at things.”1 This is the power of mythology — it allows us to see through the eyes of cultures long past. Sometimes it reveals forgotten … Continue reading On Reading The Hound of Ulster
Victor-Giant
Hello, all! Sorry about my recent absence. Life has been busy, but it seems like the perfect time for a fresh start. Everywhere, the world is being made new. The flowers are opening, the robins are back, and the trees are uncurling their tiny leaves. So here I am! I’d like to wish you all … Continue reading Victor-Giant
The Word Became Flesh: A Collection of Thoughts
Hello, friend! I hope your Christmas was blessed and joyful. In spite of the hard times we are living in, my family has made some lovely memories. My favorite part was singing carols by candlelight. As I sang songs and read books, I copied my favorite passages into a notebook -- the same notebook I … Continue reading The Word Became Flesh: A Collection of Thoughts
Martinmas (Original Retelling)
Yesterday was November 11th, the day that we honor those who have served and the sacrifices they have made. It was also the feast of St. Martin of Tours. This is a favorite holiday in my family. It heralds the end of Autumn and the coming of Advent, reminding me to love my neighbor as myself. … Continue reading Martinmas (Original Retelling)
The Flaming Peacock (Original Story)
Once upon a time, there was a young man. He lived with his father and his mother in a small townhouse. One morning, as he started off to class, the car broke down. Try as he might, it would not start. Just as the lad was ready to give up, an old woman came up the road and asked ...
The Glass Hill 