A Past Life Love Story
Date Published: 09-09-2019
Publisher: Flyway Press LLC
Vivid sensations and images from Diana’s dreams stream into her
conscious mind. Are the dreams memories of her past lives?
As Kari, in prehistoric times, she dances in a coming-of-age ceremony in an
ancient cave, with wild animals painted on the walls. Captivated by flute
player, Lor, they promise to love each other forever, but dangers threaten
their plans.
As Rachel, isolated in gold rush era Deadwood, she is mistreated by her
drinking, gambling husband but finds comfort with Civil War veteran Sam. His
harmonica music enchants Rachel as they draw together to soothe their lonely
souls.
Now, in her life in 1972 Minnesota, Diana is drawn to singer-songwriter Eric.
His songs and her memories, along with a deep longing for love, connects her
soul with his. Is he the man from her dreams? Will they find happiness
together at last?
“In an age of brief encounters and ‘friends with benefits,’
lasting love is a rare commodity. But you’ll find it here in Shelley
Odendahl’s Memory of Rivers. Enjoy.” – Faith Sullivan,
author of nine novels including the latest, Ruby and Roland.
As Eric continued to sing, I stared into his soul. Somehow then, I knew
for certain that he was the man I loved, since my earliest memories, since
pre-history. We met in a cave, and I danced to his music. Immersed in the
past, I felt the dense smokiness of the cave’s enclosed space as the
flute player captured my body and spirit. We were alone. Together.
With a slight shake of my head, I pulled myself back to the present, into the
enclosed space of a bar, where the smoke of cigarettes hung in the air. My
face and neck had grown prickly and hot, as if a mild electrical charge played
on the surface of my skin. I focused on Eric, every bit of him, especially his
eyes. I inhaled a quick breath when he stared back at me, as if my spirit had
summoned his. Still singing, his voice was sensuous, velvet, as it caressed my
body and settled into my being.
If, from the other we are ever lost,
Draw me in with your force of life
Somewhere inside, the truth resides,
My elusive woman of the wilds.
Our fates are entwined now and forever,
My dancer, my muse, my river nymph,
My elusive woman of the wilds.
His voice quietly held the last note of the song, as his fingers picked the
final chord. We maintained eye contact, sharing a moment that began with our
encounter at the cave ceremony, and traveled the spectrum of time and place,
bringing our emotions into the present. Right now. We were seeing all of each
other without ever before having met in this lifetime.
Eric broke eye contact and looked down at his guitar.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he told the crowd, as he
put the guitar in its rack and stood up. He made his way toward the people at
his table up front and sat down with them.
My hands trembled as I dug in my purse for a tissue, using it to dab my
tear-filled eyes. What had just happened here? My heart over-flowed,
incredulous that I had met my love. I still didn’t know what it all
meant to my life today. Would he remember me, from our lives so long ago? What
if he didn’t?
About the Author
Adventures – stories that cover forty years of touring the world with
her husband Cliff.
This book brings readers along as they travel across the USA by motorcycle,
and to Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Bali, and Patagonia, experiencing
breathtaking highs, and lows that challenged the couple to create solutions
along the way.
Shelley also wrote an inspirational book, Realize Your Dreams – Create
an Action Plan for Life Transformation, and a time travel novel: Memory of
Rivers – A Past Life Love Story.
She lives in Minnesota, USA, with her husband Cliff, where 10,000+ lakes,
scenic rivers, majestic white pines, wildflowers, swans, and eagles nurture
her spirit.
Her passions are traveling and writing about traveling, creating watercolors,
appreciating art of all kinds, and baking her own Sourdough bread from a
starter she created over 5 years ago. She enjoys hiking in National Parks,
going to musical performances, and being on a lake in a boat.
Shelley is happiest when in the company of her husband, family and friends,
with perhaps some food and wine involved.
