She holds my hand while we walk barefoot through the grass, and then breaks free to chase a dancing butterfly. He builds his brick palace for an epic battle, but when he and I fight, it ends in a sad hug. They are my gems and my aggravation, as they stumble though the world in courage and independence. I guide them as best they will let me, and they teach me much more than I can ever express. They are my heart and soul. They are my children.

I have been wracking my brain for weeks to figure out some of the setting details for the YA series I want to do. I know I wanted there to be a magical school, but I didn’t want to fall back on the Harry Potter, or Charlie Bone feel. The one commonality in the other books I’ve read involving magical academies was that the subject was treated as a science. But I see magic in a far more spiritual aspect.

Well this morning, after a night of rather productive dreaming, I came up with the core idea. I am right now scribbling note on the visual of a magic school based on education within the Goddess traditions. The whole school would be set up that way from the elemental/directional placement of the buildings, to core ritual done in the story, to the types of classes offered the students.

Yes, the main of this story is an YA adventure, but a clear foundation with the school for a lot of the character interaction I think will add a lot to the story as well. I’m sure you can all tell how I excited I am at this revelation. How many times have we dreamed of a place like this for our kids? Well back to work! Yippie!