Fate.
Apparently the old Irish lady who lived next door gave my mother a silver pound coin with an Irish harp on it when I was born, to give to me when I grew up.
There's a tree in her yard that I called "my tree" and that I specifically asked the new neighbors, when they moved in, whether I could still climb.
I recently visited my old art teacher. She gave me two sculptures that I had made when I was wee, one of them a horse, glazed white like a knight would ride (or like the horse in this book). The other was an angel, bending over her crudely-sculpted harp. Her wings were curled like shelter.
My mother had a dream that my name was Penelope. Michael Grant gave me the name "Weaver" with no hesitation.
I often wonder how much genetics affects the things that I like, the things that I am attracted to, obsessed with.
Today I am wondering how much magic affects the same things.
There's a tree in her yard that I called "my tree" and that I specifically asked the new neighbors, when they moved in, whether I could still climb.
I recently visited my old art teacher. She gave me two sculptures that I had made when I was wee, one of them a horse, glazed white like a knight would ride (or like the horse in this book). The other was an angel, bending over her crudely-sculpted harp. Her wings were curled like shelter.
My mother had a dream that my name was Penelope. Michael Grant gave me the name "Weaver" with no hesitation.
I often wonder how much genetics affects the things that I like, the things that I am attracted to, obsessed with.
Today I am wondering how much magic affects the same things.