Author has written 42 stories for Lord of the Rings, StarTrek: The Original Series, Hunger Games, Bible, Game of Thrones, Robin Hood, Merlin, Hobbit, Harry Potter, Fairy Tales, Beauty and the Beast, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Sense and Sensibility, and Chronicles of Narnia.
I am a Catholic inclined towards mysticism and contemplation. My philosophy of life is to always remember that the smallest acts of kindness have cosmic repercussions, that the presence of the divine resides in every human heart, and that we are all mystically interconnected with each other and the world around us by virtue of the same Creation Song. I see God, in the Trinitarian Union, as the Divine Dance, the Ultimate Love, and the Source of Creativity, which I hope to share that love and creativity with others.
I have long been fascinated with the history and culture of the British Isles, which has given rise to an enthusiasm all things Celtic. This influences me as a singer, composer, and musician, playing the penny whistle, bodhran drum, and auto-harp. Some of my top musical inspirations include Loreena McKennitt and Karliene Reynolds.
In the film world, I am a lover of classics, period pieces, comedies, religious dramas, and some fantasy/sci-fi explorations, including "A Man for All Seasons", "The Song of Bernadette", "Full of Grace", "I Confess", "Scarlet and the Black", "Amazing Grace", "Lorna Doone", "Bright Star", "Belle", "Sense and Sensibility", "Gladiator", "The Lord of the Rings Trilogy", "The Hunger Games Quartet", "The Original Star Wars Trilogy", "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", "Merlin", "Wonder Woman", "84 Charring Cross Road", "Mr. Holmes", "The Little Riders", "Master and Commander", "The Hasty Heart", "Robin Hood (Disney animated)", "Sleeping Beauty", "The Great Mouse Detective", etc. For TV series, I pick from the same above listed genres, including "Kung Fu", "The Fugitive", "The Adventures of Robin Hood", "The Virginian", "Bonanza", "Get Smart", "Hogan's Heroes", "The Andy Griffith Show", etc.
My other hobbies and enjoyments include watching light stream through stained-glass windows, absent-mindedly Zen-doodling, day-dreaming about shooting arrows in Sherwood Forest, tracking down long-lost historical tomes, and chatting with zany international contacts.
Did I mention that I do creative writing?? Oh, yeah...I do creative writing! :D
If you enjoy my out-put and would like to help me further explore artistic avenues, I have an account on P-a-t-r-e-o-n, under the name Rosaria Marie, if you'd like to look me up there. As a freelance writer with limited free time, your support would be much appreciated and enable me to continue bringing you content here on a regular basis.
If you have the chance to read through any of my works posted here, please do comment and let me know what you think! I love making literary loving friends, so if you'd just like to just chat with me about shared fandom favorites, please feel free to PM me!
About "Fellowship & Fairydust Publications"
I am also the Editor-in-Chief of an online literary publication entitled Fellowship and Fairydust(www.fellowshipandfairydust.com), which is dedicated to inspiring faith and creativity and exploring the arts through a spiritual lens. Delving into a host of genres through essays, stories, and poetry, we take our main inspiration from the works and philosophy of Catholic fantasy authors J.R.R. Tolkien and Regina Doman. We welcome a variety of fandom-related material, including Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Harry Potter, etc. Please do visit our website and like us on FB, and if you are a fan-fiction author interested in having your works republished on a new and exciting venue, please PM me!
A Poem for My Readers
To each and every one of you
Who feels my breathing through my words,
Words fueled but not consumed by the fire in the head…
I give you my heart and my hand.
Words into me, and out of me,
Before and behind me,
And all in a circle around me,
As the soul sings eternally,
Causing mortal flesh to dance
For it is lit by the Torch of Life,
And so we are all here Alive…
The dance of fingers upon letters and signs
Symbols of a deeper knowing
Borne deep in the womb of our true selves
Wrenched out of us by the conscious “I”,
The knowing of ourselves, and our bleeding out
Into each other, soul-bleeding, soul-infusing…
Who are we, children of the stars?
Who are we, children of the soil?
We are One with the Spirit
And the Word
With our words, warmly wrought
Sometimes with laughter, or with tears,
Weaving stories, hopes and fears
Of hearts in anguish we wish to heal
Of souls in turmoil we wish to save,
Of a Vulcan, with his logic –
Will he find true wisdom?
Of a half-man with his cunning –
Will he be made whole?
Of a Death-Eater haunted by death –
Will Love win out the stronger?
We wish upon the blessed stars
That run through us now as blood
That we, who give the universe a face,
May work with light and stir with fire
To live our lives in such a way
That we are reconciled to all –
To the depths of our own darkness
To the brokenness of brothers,
To the creative energies,
And to the hour of our death
So I will tell my tales while the heart pounds in me
I will count them worthy to the last day
My small flickering self, put out to be felt
Like a candle in the window, welcoming the traveler
My small self, by universal self, all of myself…
My laughing self, my sob-wrenched self, my bloodied self…
All of me you may have, hands outstretched
I will hold nothing back from you
I will share it with you…
The tears, the hurt, the twisting
The scorn, the sorrow, and the shock
The loss you feel cannot be filled
Except with strains of melancholy
I will spin for you those strains
For they may melt the stones
And crack the scales of the heart
But I will also share with you…
The laughter, the joy, the beauty
The glimpses of some dream we had
Before our waking
Our messy, honest, imperfect, giggling selves
Oh, I love you…let me hold you to my heart…
I will pour out like the song is poured out
And stripped as the corn is stripped
For every day is a reconciling
When my time is done
And all my stories told
And you may know
The eternal part of me has touched you
Is touching you, as yours is touching me
And that whatever love is in me still,
Infused, I hope, with star-shot fire
Loves you in words
No mortal tongue can tell