When I first had thoughts about doing this article I didn’t know exactly what it would be or what I would say. I did know I wanted to share things I’d learned and experienced over time.

 I decided a while back that what I needed was more peace and to have that thing called ‘well-being’ in my life. Chaos, scrambled thoughts and feelings became just too uncomfortable for me. Reacting to circumstances whatever and whenever overwhelmed me a lot.

I’d tried relaxation exercises and focus too. But those feelings kept coming back to plague me, take away my peace of mind. I would practice getting quiet and calm and then I’d say, “Great, I’m doing it. I’m doing fine.”

Sure. I was fine. Until my feelings would crop up and take me straight back down into those old places of action and reaction and overwhelming negative thoughts and feelings.   

So let’s move on to a subject that some love, some hate, some try and some don’t—the list goes on. 

People who don’t practice any kind of focus or what many call meditation may not understand that it’s all about knowing your own feelings and thought patterns and deciding what to keep and what to throw away. Sounds simple. Pick your thoughts, and the feelings you want to experience.

How simple is it? Not so simple.

Controlling how you respond and feel at a given time is not easy in any stretch of the imagination. Especially with learned responses and possible outside influences.

 What is this idea behind pursuing peace or as some say finding your Zen anyway?

The plan is to explore those ideas on how to find a happier more peaceful life in this lifetime. So as I go forward on this journey I'm wondering what I will find.


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



With Nick and Krista

"...What do ya want to do today, baby?" Nick asked.

"You mean other than be with you?" Krista looked his way and smiled as she picked up her cup of espresso from the kitchen counter.

"Yeah," he smiled back and took a sip from his cup. "I thought we might walk the Commons, check out the neighborhood Easter egg hunt near the Market. What do ya say?" 

"I'd like that." Krista leaned over and graced him with a big kiss.

"And then maybe we can stop by The Cathedral, just for a while," she intoned.

"Right on," he said pulling her nearer. He let his mouth linger over hers. ...beautiful old world church... almost as beautiful as you... he whispered across her mind.

She giggled and snuggled closer. Quiet place for lovers to reflect... she sent back. 

"And after that," he said aloud nestling against her, "we can make love until dawn."

A sigh echoed from her. "That's my kind of Nick Zelmenis night." She pulled slowly from him. "I'll get the Brownie so we can take pictures of our Easter day outing." 

"Groovy idea baby." He gathered up their used cups and put them in the sink.

She leaned against the kitchen door frame watching him...

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017


Have a gracious and happy Easter



THE VILLAGE ~ Early 1960s

It's about time to drop in on favorite Soul-Love couple Nick and Krista. See what they are doing. This time it's a visit to their past and the New Age Village where these two spent a lot of time while they were young. 

Before heading back to the Village I'll share a few basic ideas on a traditional Yogic practice known as Tantra. What it is and how to attain it. Tantra Yoga is a technique practiced in India from centuries ago. It has to do with raising your spiritual energies, attaining higher levels of awareness and spiritual growth.

That is a very broad view however. On the surface it seems to deal with sexual energy. But it has to do with the connection between male and female, yen and yang and raising kundalini (higher energies between a couple) Attaining enlightenment is the main goal.

Keep in mind the following excerpt takes place in the 'love peace and granola' days of the 1960’s. Openness prevailed and many were experiencing the explosion that was happening in the realm of not only sexual freedom but also new ways of thinking and spiritual awareness.

Okay, now let’s look in on a younger Nick and Krista and see what is happening right before they learn what Tantra Yoga really is.

The Village

     “I’m not going in there with you, Nick. You just go.” Krista backed away from him.
     “Why not, Krista girl? Did you know they are having sex in there?”
     She stepped closer to him so she could smack his arm. Hard. “Nick Zelmenis we are not supposed to go in there. And they are not having sex.”
     Nick raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. “Oh yeah they are. I saw them yesterday. I sneaked in the back and--just come on, Krista, you gotta see this.”
     She rolled her eyes. “For heaven’s sake, Nick. That’s not what they are doing. My parents told me about Tantra. It—it has something to do with raising energies, umm,” she scrunched her nose, "kundalini I think is what they call it.”

     “Yeah? Well you could have fooled me. That’s not what I saw them rising in there.”
     Krista felt her face turning fifty shades of red. “Nick!”  
     "Awe, come on Krista. I’m just really curious, that’s all."
     “Yeah? My dad told me about boys. All you want to do, you know, is make a girl have sex with you.”
     “Krista!” Nick said loud, sounding hurt. “You know that’s not the way it is with you and me, don’t you?”
     She shrugged. “I don’t know, Nick." She paused for a second. "I-I really like you so much and—geez. I got those feelings too... bad.” She looked down at the ground and kicked a stone with her foot.      
     The next moment, Mr. Fabor, one of the regular yoga instructors came walking out of the Tantra room’s back door. “Hello kids. What’s going on out here?”
     “Nothing,” they both said in unison.
     “Okay, then,” he said. "By the way, I believe the class on Hidden Power is starting in about five, over on the teen campus.”

     “Thanks Mr. Fabor." Krista said. "We were just going over there now.”
      She took Nick’s arm and guided him in the opposite direction from the adult campus.
     “Hey kids," he called after them. “If you are truly interested in learning what Tantra Yoga is, I’ll be in my office this afternoon. Second floor of the main building. Stop by and we can talk a little. But you have to understand I can’t let you into this class. It’s age restricted.”

     “Wow, did you hear that?" Nick said as the two walked arm in arm over to the teen area. “He’s really gonna tell us about sex.”

She pulled on him stopping him in his tracks. "Tantra is not just about sex, Nick. You need to know that.”
     She watched him smile a little. “I know, girl. I do know.” With that said, he turned her around to face him and hugged her close...


To see what Nick and Krista discover about Tantra Yoga look for upcoming books featuring this quintessential Soul-Love couple.  

Kaye Manro
The Soul-Love Series

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



April is a favorite spring month with blooming flowers, warmer temps and longer days. And an interesting full moon as well known as the pink moon. It peaks on April 11th around 2:00 am EST.

So why is the April moon called the pink moon? Is it because it's pink? Well not exactly, though sometimes this spring moon can have a pink cast due to the atmosphere surrounding the full moon this time of year. It was so called pink in history because of the bloom of the first pink flowers during April. 

Stay up until 2 and watch the April full moon. Dance in its moonbeams and enjoy basking in its light.




We hear it all the time. Life is short. Live it to the fullest. But do we actually do that? Many times we get caught up in what should have been or what we should have done. Or what we want for the future. It goes on and on. 

What about Now. This instant, this moment, this piece of time that is right here in front of us. Isn't that all we truly have? 

Recently things happened in my life that have given me pause-- Spending time with a good friend and rekindling a friendship which never should have been on hold; coming close to losing someone I love as I watched him become very ill and almost not make it; feeling the shock when another I know left this earth too soon with a surprising and sad speedy exit.

All these things happened recently and for me it adds up to questions like: What's it all about? Why am I stressed so much? Why am I trying so hard? For what? Why can't I just let go and relax?

It also made me realize how fast life slips away. And that I need to slow down take things easy and just live in the now. Find the things that bring me joy and peace and just be... 

Life is surely short and I want to enjoy every second of it however I choose it. And so my new direction is to do just that. 

Here's to everyone I know finding the peace and the pleasantness of just being. No matter how Zen that sounds it is where I'd like to be for now.  


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Here's something interesting to do when you are stuck and can't get those words to come while writing.

Try picking a word or a line. Any that comes to you and start writing from there. See what happens. It could lead to a new story or a part of one you are already writing. Granted this is not a new concept and one that is used for beginning writers. But it could be helpful at times when even a seasoned writer is blocked.

Even though poems come fairly easy to me, this does happen with the poetry I write. Sometimes a line will pop into my head. I feel compelled to write it down and before I know it I have written a poem. When it comes to stories I usually don't work this way. But it can be fun and maybe even fruitful. 

The following is a one liner that led to a couple of paragraphs. And it may morph into an actual scene in a story. Still this is fun to do. So I thought I'd share.


First Lines

She chose her words carefully... 

...so as not to offend him. She knew how easily that could happen. Even though she didn’t understand him the way she wanted. She needed things to go well between them.

 “Alex,” she ventured. “Where do you believe you come from?”

He glanced toward her and squinted before tilting his head back.  

“That’s just it. I don’t have any idea.” 

He sighed and stared at the dingy ceiling mulling over the cracks where the paint had chipped. 

“Sometimes,” he said, “I almost see, almost know. But then all of it just disappears like a breath riding on the edge of the wind. No thoughts. No memories. Gone."

Kaye Manro

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Things are not always happiness 
and sweetness in Soul-Love land

Today I'm sharing a passage from Remember Him Yesterday, the main Nick and Krista book. This will actually be in part two of RHY. I'm not calling spoiler alert here because so much happens in this part of the story. The following touches into the heart wrenching feeling of separation Nick experiences when he faces the possibility of life without Krista. 

Remember Him Yesterday 

The Search

He'd given up his music to find her. But he couldn’t find her. 

Not anywhere.

Nick took the midnight express from Kenmore Square to Back Bay. He hardly ever rode the T. But tonight he needed to think what he could do next. Sense her. Feel where she'd gone. She'd rode this way to rehearsals those last few days they were together.

He stepped from the train and a chilling wind caught him. He usually didn't feel the cold, being accustomed to riding around on his Yamaha in winter. But tonight he was lost inside a frigid icy depth. 

God, what could he do?  

She was no where. Not at any of the places or haunts they used to go. Not where she once danced. Or even where they had lived. 

Nothing was the same. Nothing at all.

Why couldn’t he find his Krista. Where had she gone? He lamented over and over again. Exhausted his mental capacities trying to reach out to her. Searched everywhere inside their usual telepathic connect and also out on the streets of Boston.

There was no trace of her at the Conservatory where he knew for sure she would be. Or so he thought. According to the director there was no such person enrolled named Krista McBaine. 

How could that be? 

She'd planned her dance career since she was young. And Boston Conservatory was her ballet dream.

He and Krista were so in love, spent all their time together experiencing and strengthening their special bond. Yet there wasn’t even a phone number for her family in Vermont, the place she'd grown up. 

No trace. 

Hell, it was as if she had never existed. Or disappeared from the earth. At least from this earth.

It happened after the strange fiery dream death came upon them. The one that tore them asunder and split them apart... 

Afterwards he thought all he would have to do was reach out with his mind and find her again inside their special connection. Surely that was an easy task for one as skilled as he with psychic abilities.

His experience with the Powers and lack of contact with her led Nick to conclude he and Krista were probably separated by some sort of an odd dimensional rift of some kind.  

Yeah, he knew about things like that from his knowledge of the Quantum. Parallel worlds did exist. He never thought he and Krista would ever have to deal with it. He did have an idea how it happened and it caused an ever increasing anxiety to grow inside his gut. But he couldn’t figure why nor how to bridge the rift to find her. Or even if he could.

The Quantum was an unpredictable energy that he had little experience mastering. Maybe he should have listened to his Grandmother when she tried to show him things...

Why couldn’t Krista feel or sense him even if they were separated? They'd shared a psychic link since childhood and still should be mind touching given their unique connection. 

But it just wasn't happening. He stared at the night sky sensing a reflection of her in the city lights illuminating around him.

...Krista, he whispered, I can’t even touch you with my thoughts anymore. Where are you? Can't you feel me? Do you even know me now? Help me find you…

Nick Zelmenis
Boston, 1967

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



New Posts Are Coming Soon
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Until then stay safe cool and full of life




Kaye Manro

Back Bay, Boston 1966

“…I’ll send all my lovin’ to you… all my lovin’ I will send to you..”

Krista McBaine woke to the sound of Nick’s strong tenor voice singing along with a Beetle’s song on the radio.

She smiled. “I love you, Nick Zelmenis.” She called to him and pushed the covers off her naked body. Setting up she stretched her long arms overhead. The bedroom in their Brownstone flat was far too cold and the chill in the room made her shiver.

“What’d ya say, baby?” he called back to her from the kitchen where he was preparing their morning espresso.  

 “You know what I said.” He could read her thoughts and every word if he wanted to do it. They had a distinct telepathic connection and she loved every minute of it.

Feeling a cool rush of air from the not very insulated window beside her, she crawled on hands and knees toward the bottom of the bed to fetch her warm winter robe. It was a freezing Valentine's Day. No more than 15 degrees outside and it felt like 45 inside.

Just about then, Nick entered the bedroom carrying two steaming espressos. “Whoa,” he said. In a swift move he sat the cups on the side table and rolled across the bed. Grabbing her by the ankles he pulled her to him.

“Nick,” she giggled, “what are you doing? I’m cold and I want my robe.”

“And I want you,” he said as he brought her closer to his body, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “I’ll get ya warmed up, baby.” He rocked her downward until she lay flat against the mattress with him on top of her.

“Come on Nick,” her words muffled into the blanket. “I can’t be late for ballet rehearsal today. You know how Rudolf Nureyev is about time. He’s working my solo choreography today. I just can’t be late.”

“We’ve got time,” he said, pushing her long amber hair aside and kissing the back of her neck. "Valentine's Day is the day for lovin'."

She could never resist anything about him. She wriggled around and pushed him backward until she had turned over, still underneath him. 

Laying on top of her he scooted onto his elbows and stared at her face, smiling. Got a surprise for you tonight. Something special. He traced the thought across her mind.

Oh yeah? She sent back. Give me a hint, just a little one. She urged. 

"Ah, no. Not this time," he said aloud. "You just gotta wait for it Baby." 

His cute grin got her every time.  Entangling her fingers in his long wavy hair, she pulled him close and kissed him. “ I want you.” She said as her mouth touched his waiting lips.

God I love you Krista. He sent another thought to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my Nick." She pushed her body hard against his and then took him deep inside her...


So what does Nick have in store for Krista's Valentine gift? 


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Here we are heading straight into the heart of February and so close to the special Love day that all lovers and authors of romance like to celebrate. 

By this time I'd planned to have another Nick and Krista story out as they share their kind of Soul-Love on this special day too.

Since February was the time these two lovers came back together, and it is also Krista's Birthday month, I figured a story about their love would be good. 

But alas that didn't happen. Yet.

So instead I am going to share cool Nick and Krista excerpts that will show the kind of love I like to express with these two Soul-Love characters. 

Stay tuned for some groovy Valentine's Day love stuff from Nick and Krista!


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



January. Cold. Unpredictable. Transitory. 

Many changes have hit me at breakneck speed as this first month of the year draws to a close. Transition? Yes it is that. But so many unexpected happenings are also on the rise. I've heard that stirring the cauldron of events in your life can bring up many unknown things, pleasant and not. And so it is. 

The month of January has flown by and here it is at the end. Things are taking place in my life, and none of them have to do with writing, at least not yet. Some of the decisions I made turned out not to be the right ones, and at the time I truly thought they were. Other more hidden things inside have come to the surface to cause emotions to rise. And stopping to deal with unknown until now things had to be done. Still situations with others close to me have taken different routes, ones I hope are for the best. 

And so it goes as February gets ready to take center stage. What will this real true month of transition hold?

Plans? once certain things are settled I wish to get on with my writing. I have a few stories to tell and to rewrite and edit. Thought I would already be well on the way with this direction. But life happens and other pressing issues became priority. I say now I shall see where it all takes me. Since the second month of the year is always the true transition month for me...



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



With the blush of the new year still upon us there are so many things to say and do, plan and be and especially to dream. This is always a time for awakening new thoughts and ideas about what we are and want to accomplish in the year ahead. 

So what are your dreams and plans? We all have them. How will you go about bringing your special dreams into reality this coming year?

For me there are many things that enter my thoughts and dreams right now. And finding a true direction and a way to take my life and go there is one of my pressing goals. It may sound generalized, but in truth there are just so many aspects for me to explore at the present that a view like this is best for me right now.

Still, I do have several special dreams I want to continue pursuing in the coming year. And one of them is, of course writing.

So what is your dream?


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Have a great season and be sure to check out my two holiday books 

Almost Home buy link to Kindle


Boston, December 1966

They share a love so profound nothing can separate them…

Musician Nick Zelmenis is in love with ballet dancer Krista McBaine, has been since they were teens. They finally figure out how to share their love and stay together for keeps. But change always happens. When Nick’s band is offered a record deal they wonder if this will tear them apart. On top of that they must separate from each other before the holiday. Then Nick is caught in a raging snowstorm while traveling on his Yamaha trying to make it home. If that isn’t enough, he must tap his suppressed supernatural gifts, unsure of what the outcome may be. Will his psychic abilities help him find a way back to Krista or will they end up alone without each other on Christmas?




A fortnight ago she left him.
 Marcus of Windom stood alone in an empty castle without Lady Liana by his side. The frigid winter brought forth by the Yule Season pressed upon him. He pulled the parchment from whence he carried it and read her chilling parting words once again. ‘I can no longer live as your lady-wife…’ If ever she returned would her sensual warmth be enough to melt the ice she had caused to form around his broken heart?

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



This is a painting by Albert Moore, circa 1882 called The Dreamers.
It is such a favorite of mine. Just sharing a holiday memory from days past. My two best friends and I loved to say the three ethereal beauties in The Dreamers were the three of us, because we thought they looked like we did then. And rekindling that friendship is what I'm doing this holiday season.

Cat   Alyce   Kaye


Stay tuned for my special Christmas offering to everyone.

Coming tomorrow...




The setting for my latest holiday book is the 1960's. At that time there was no such thing as digital photography. The Kodak Brownie Auto 27 was one of the most popular cameras of the day. Here is a scene with Nick and Krista from my Christmas story, Almost Homeas they play with her new Brownie.


...“Where’d ya get that camera Krista?”

“Present from my parents.” She snapped another picture of him coming toward her.

“Can I see it?”

She handed it to him.

“This is the Brownie Auto 27. Nice little camera. Now it’s my turn.” He focused the lens on her.

She did several turns then stopped, tossed her long hair over her shoulder and winked at him.

“Great one,” he said and snapped several shots. He lowered the camera and stared at her. “God you’re so beautiful.”

“I’m not,” she said. “Now give me that Brownie.”

“Right on, Krista. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever known. Big brown eyes and long golden hair. And lest I forget that kissable mouth of yours. Just beggin’ to be ravished.” He came toward her and snapped a close-up.

Near enough for her to grab the camera from him.

“Got it,” she said laughing. He tried to get it back but she slipped by him and ran into the bedroom.

“Ahh, bad idea.” He caught her, pushing her face down onto the bed. The camera trapped beneath her. She shoved her body into his, rolled and did a quick scissor kick over his head. His eyes grew wide.

“Don’t mess with a dancer.” She grinned and snapped another picture of him.

“I’m not done yet.” Nick caught her by the waist, swung her around, wrestling her back onto the bed. He captured her beneath him and lay on top of her, his face not inches from hers and held her still. “Don’t mess with a musician. We’re stronger than we look, girl.”

“You can say that again,” she relaxed under him and put the Brownie aside.

“You win Nick Zelmenis.” She ran her fingers across his smooth face. “I love you,” she told him.

He smiled at her and sent her a thought. I love you more.

Not possible, she sent back to him.

The two shared an uncanny ability to communicate with each other.

They’d learned it at the Metaphysical Village when they were teens. ‘Transferring thought forms’ is what the teacher had called it in the telepathy class where she and Nick first met. Even back then Nick was really good at it.

His lips traced across hers. I wanna make love to you. He whispered across her mind...


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Have a great Holiday!

Kaye Manro

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© copyright Kaye Manro 2016