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When Aley Pierce writes, her words don’t stay on the page but spill into reality. Or so her neighbours think, who see her words as evil. Tensions escalate into an organised campaign of book banning and book burning, until Aley herself doubts who she is and what she does. A century and a half earlier, Elizabeth Barnes’ talent for water dowsing unearths a body in her neighbour’s field. Under growing accusations that she is a witch, Elizabeth is blamed for the drought that puts a stranglehold on the small farming community. But water dowsing isn’t Elizabeth’s only talent – she is a clairvoyant. Does she see the future or create it? Even Elizabeth doesn’t know.
Beneath the unfolding of the blue moon, events resurface across time, and the lives of the two women interlink.
Does Aley create Elizabeth, or is Elizabeth dreaming Aley?
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| Thank you to all who
braved the first winter storm of the year to celebrate
with me in downtown Kitchener. For those of you who
ventured down the 401 from Toronto, North York, and
even Peterborough, you are amazing. |
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| And those of you who
attended in spite of the slow snow ploughs and high
snowbanks locally, you are indeed special friends. |
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Of course, thank you to Milorad
and Vesna Gutovic, and their daughters, for
opening Caffe Gallery Bolero just for us on a
snowy Sunday afternoon. They are true supporters
of the arts (and the food and ambience are sensational). If you haven't dropped by the restaurant,
please do yourself a favour and visit soon!
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And as always, thank you to my
daughter Sam and husband Bob, to Aaron Davis, and to
Leslie Bamford (the woman behind the camera). You
know how you helped - in ways too numerous to
mention here - I love you.
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