I fell into an interesting group called E-Novelist. They're having a month long hop. Lot's of author links there to follow. When you're done here, why not check them out? You might find your next great read! If you're an author or would-be author, you'll certainly find a supportive commnity.
http://www.e-novelist.com/events/e-novelist-romance-fest-13-blog-hop
http://www.e-novelist.com/events/e-novelist-romance-fest-13-blog-hop
Let’s talk
Cupid. It is his time of year after all.
Depending on
which mythology you ascribe to, this pudgy little deity is the immortal son of
Venus (Aphrodite) and Mars (Ares) – an allegorical blending of love and war. Because
he was the uniting power of love and therefore the bringer of order and harmony
to the universe, some mythic tales make him a fundamental contributor in the
formation of the world. A little known detail that gets overlooked as the
lover’s holiday approaches: Cupid carries two arrows in his quiver – one of
love and another of hate.
To the
Orphic and Greek philosophers, he was the son of Nyx (Night) and Boreas the
North Wind – the first complete manifestation of Divinity. In other depictions,
Cupid is considered a primordial god – an old one who came before Zeus and even
before Zeus’ grandparents Gaia and Uranus. From the very beginning, even before
the fabric of the universe was woven, Cupid personified love.
As his Roman
counterpart Eros, he was known far and wide as the god of passionate love, and fertility
cults, among other things, rose in his honor. Some tales even have him with
multiple heads, four eyes and various animal attributes. In other mythic
versions, Cupid is blindfolded, and only the truest hearts will draw his
blindly shot arrows. I had no idea Cupid was such a multifaceted little amorino.
When I met
the love of my life, it was literally love at first sight for us both. I wasn’t
looking, he wasn’t looking. It was fate. The arrow struck us both and it was totally
unexpected. I write that love in my romances. I can see Cupid in my mind’s eye…
his arrow notched on his bow. He’s tucked behind a tree or rock, poised to let his
charmed arrow fly at just the right moment. When it hits, it’s totally
unanticipated. It’s fate. Sometimes love is like that. Sometimes love waits in
unexpected places.
۞>>>>۞<<<<۞
Rose Anderson – Love Waits in Unexpected Places
