Life, Love, Kingdoms of the soul found and laid to waste, where time flows onward and cares naught for any it.
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Tripping The Light Fantastic
From the first Scottish soldier who settled there because of a mystical vision he had after fighting a bear in 1670 up until the heartbreaking story of a forbidden passion during the racially segregated early 20th Century, Walker’s beautifully written tale of the MacAngst family will haunt you forever.
This is the first book in a long trilogy that chronicles the passing of a people over a continent over several centuries. It focuses on the passion and attachments; the folly and wisdom learned of a single family bereft of sight in a long storm of chaos and anarchy of the soul.
Does Love conquer all? No. To live is to lose the war; yet for the vanquished there are always the memories of battles won and dreams garnered in brief harbors while the storm rages elsewhere. That is what Tripping The Light Fantastic is about.
... How beautiful were the woods that morning as the horse slowly and peacefully made his way through the early haze of what would be a scorching day later on down in the busy fields, with the bustling machinery and busy hands putting up the hay.
For Addie, and for Rass, time had come like a long awaited dream to take them to a place of magically shifting lights and hues. As they rode ever higher up the mountain road, the sunlight began with amber cascades to cut through the haze. At first there was only the promise of light, with individual beams coming into the woods ahead of them and striking the sleeping deep green leaves of maple and beech.
The two young people were embarrassed about the day before. Neither knew if it had actually happened, or if they had let their imaginings run wild. As the horse periodically rested the wagon wheels against the thank-you-moms, they sat silently and took in the panoply of light and forest sounds.
Then, upon breaking the crest of the hill and entering the hollow, which sat like a sleeping dog curled before the hearth of the mountain, they could see, ahead of them, the field and the house awaiting them in the full golden glory of the morning light. As they rode out of the last of the haze, Addie took a deep breath, knowing now. She put her hand on Rass's shoulder.
They, for whom the Hollow had waited, had at last come home ....