Author: Nathalie Bleser

Some say it’s an unlucky day, while others swear it’s just the opposite and it’s as lucky as the famous four-leaf shamrock of Irish lore. The day before that fatal Friday the 13th, August 2021, ‘for some reason’, I changed my Facebook profile picture to a younger me clad as a ‘cow lady’, holding a … Continue reading Friday the 13th in the Wild West…

Message in a Bottle My flying horse is struggling to get away from the twister which is about to hit us. I hold on extremely tight to Rico’s neck, telling him that everything will be all right in the end, shouting to his ear: “Don’t worry, Rico. Whatever happens is meant to happen. Remember what … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (Part four)

She wore a cherry hat The Native man running on the plains of Kansas looks up to the sky after hearing me call him as I ride my flying horse Rico. The runner interrupts his southwestern race, waves at us and shouts back: “No, thank you! I’m almost there. I have gone back to a … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (part three)

The True Colors of Healing Finally the clouds on the turquoise coat I painted for Rico, my unique horse, will meet their sky brothers. We have to wait for the thawing to be complete so that it can free Rico from the snow pedestal that imprisons his hooves. “Sometimes it takes a bit of reverse … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (Part Two)

Learning to Speak el Idioma del Cuervo (read PART ONE and PART TWO of this story) “I remember that Sunset. It was just after I started flying to you, well, rather when you started noticing me. Ever since, I have been leaving hints for you, a bit like in Anaya’s ‘Sonny Seasons Series’, when Rudy’s … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (part one)

A Really Miraculous Journey (READ PART ONE) I drove with a friend for 111 miles, más o menos as el cuervo flies, before our first stop in your land of origin. The whole trip was a bit surreal… It had started as a relatively warm October day, but the temperature was starting to drop significantly … Continue reading My Letter to the Heavens for a “Literary Giant”: Rudolfo Anaya, mi papá nuevomexicano (Part 2)

“PS: There’s no River, only the Ripples…” What am I doing with such a title, starting this Letter to the Heavens with a PS? Well… First of all, it’s been a while that I am treading in-between worlds among ‘Cocos’, COntrary COyotes, which have influenced me in doing things in reverse. Maybe instead of coyote … Continue reading My Letter to the Heavens for a “Literary Giant”: Rudolfo Anaya, mi papá nuevomexicano (Part 1)

(READ PART ONE, PART TWO. PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE AND PART SIX OF THIS STORY) It has been a while now that all is quiet in the mysterious cave named the Womb of Time, where the writer is hosting the spirits of Charlemagne, Zyriab and Samuel ibn Nagrella. All four are observing the scene playing on the … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~Blue Sky~

(READ PART ONE, PART TWO. PART THREE, PART FOUR & PART FIVE OF THIS STORY) -Those birds are so magical!!! exclaims Charlemagne, amazed at what he has just witnessed from the Womb of Time, the cave behind the waterfall where the lady writer has received him and his friends Samuel ibn Nagrella and Ziryab. The writer is only … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~Annie’s Mission~

(READ PART ONE, PART TWO. PART THREE AND PART FOUR OF THIS STORY) The writer has welcomed Charlemagne, Samuel ibn Nagrella and Ziryab to watch images on a strange waterfall screen she calls the Rearview Window to the World, which started showing images in the Womb of Time, a cave behind the waterfall through which … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~The Clown of Venice~