After visiting Fort Ticonderoga and the William Pell House and grounds including the King’s Garden on the shore of Lake Champlain, we were given a gold colored coin token. This token allows you to drive up to the top of the surrounding mountain and view down on the Fort itself and most of the South end of Lake Champlain. Across the lake you can see Vermont. Fort Ticonderoga is on the left side peninsula. This image was stitched together from 7 photos. View large if possible.
If you’re a longtime reader of HebrewDawn you know that things have evolved over the years. Initially this was a personal blog for Crystal sharing funny things that happened (*ahem* is this Keisha?), foot surgeries, and the birth of kids. Then this site evolved into what it is today. A place for people to come and find words to encourage on the journey to being our most authentic selves. During this site evolution, Erica came on board, and the dynamic duo of two best friends brought HebrewDawn to new heights.
As time has gone on, HebrewDawn has grown, and new prospects are on the horizon we, Crystal and Erica, we realized this site needed a new name. This site hasn’t been just Crystal’s for quite some time, but HebrewDawn is not reflective of both of us. We thought of waiting to share this news with you once all the details…
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Elantris was the capital of Arelon: gigantic, beautiful, literally radiant, filled with benevolent beings who used their powerful magical abilities for the benefit of all. Yet each of these demigods was once an ordinary person until touched by the mysterious transforming power of the Shaod. Ten years ago, without warning, the magic failed. Elantrians became wizened, leper-like, powerless creatures, and Elantris itself dark, filthy, and crumbling.
Arelon’s new capital, Kae, crouches in the shadow of Elantris. Princess Sarene of Teod arrives for a marriage of state with Crown Prince Raoden, hoping — based on their correspondence — to also find love. She finds instead that Raoden has died and she is considered his widow. Both Teod and Arelon are under threat as the last remaining holdouts against the imperial ambitions of the ruthless religious fanatics of Fjordell. So Sarene decides to use her new…
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Last month I went, for the fourth time, to see Conor Macpherson’s modern masterpiece Play ‘The Weir’.
It’s a comic tragedy or a tragic comedy depending on your point of view.
The whole action of the Play takes place on a single evening in an Irish rural bar.
As the drinks flow the four characters tell, in sequential monologue form, riveting stories imbued with puzzled pain, aching regret and unending longing.
Strings break in Heaven.
As each story unfolds more is revealed by the tale than the teller had ever expected.
By the end of the play though they are raw from the experience there is a shared sense of catharsis and, almost miraculously, a feeling that the surrounding darkness is pierced by rays of light and fragile hope.
The search for that fragile hope is one of the main reasons we tell stories – both to others and to…
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