Leaf of the Tree

Finding the Divine in the Details


The road of love and healing


The years teach much which the days never knew.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

This week, as I head to Maine, the setting for Snow Fence Road, it’s hard to believe a whole year has passed since it was published.

After years of writing nonfiction, I turned to novels when I realized how much I longed to explore what I believe are the primary needs of our times: healing and the increase of love. Stories are the best means I know to reveal the ways in which lives that grow more conscious about giving and receiving become pathways to an atmosphere in which peace can emerge.

photoWhen kind readers say that Snow Fence Road feels like an actual visit to small-town Maine, I’m grateful. As a once rootless military kid, I’ve found that place always becomes a living part of story, for me. I especially value small-town life, because it remains human-scale, which allows us to experience the kind of community that teaches us about the universe of our own heart.

I’m very grateful to Kerry McQuisten, my publisher at Black Lyon Publishing, for making room for a “romance” that’s so utterly unlike most of what is categorized that way today. It’s simply a love story about having to be human when, simultaneously, in reality, we are also so very much more.header

A lot of current fiction focuses on current realities, with their resulting pain, savagery, horror, and incessant, insistent fear. Or, they dig into the past to continue mining these same things. So few, I find, look at the power and role of that much-avoided gift — our emotions — to offer us a path toward the kinder possibilities that are grounded in our truest strengths. I believe it is those very attributes that emanate from the God-given nobility in which we are created that hold all of the beauty and meaning that can exalt our lives. If we choose to value them.DKHIMG_0757

Snow Fence Road aims at more emotional and spiritual themes because in the many wounded hearts I’ve encountered, no amount of physical attraction or infatuation ever healed or helped them, but the power of real love did. Real, lasting love requires accepting — and sharing — vulnerability, which I believe is the only human experience to which the term “intimacy” rightfully applies. Everything else strikes me as cheap, and rather desperate, imitation, fueled by our unwillingness to come to know and accept the gift of who we truly are, and the unanswered pain that results from how much we still long for it.

945917_10201346130645907_189855719_nWhen people ask me now, “Why do you write?” I’ve found the answer in the same reason I get up each day: for the increase and advance of the one thing that lasts: the love that brings us home to our own hearts. It’s a process that began one morning a long time ago when I began to love and listen to people I will never meet, but who became as real for me as the pages on which their story is printed now.

Find more about Snow Fence Road at: https://phyllisedgerlyring.wordpress.com/make-a-beginning-and-all-will-come-right/


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The kind gift of right-timing

DSCF3564Happy to have a piece up at BoomerCafé this week, as I strike out on the trail of a new novel, while reflecting on what my first one has revealed for me.

I had lots of expectations for my first novel when I began writing it in my 30s. Never did I imagine that when it was finally published, my strongest feeling would be, “Thank heaven this didn’t happen sooner.”

This stage of life reinforces that anything of value is not only worth waiting for, but subject to a right-timing factor we can never predict. Snow Fence Road Cover

Snow Fence Road looked ready to fly more than 20 years ago when a respected literary agency agreed to represent it. Things seemed on-track for success until life brought changes in the outer world that decided otherwise.

Today, it’s my inner world that appreciates this the most.

Today it’s a different book, in a different world, and I’m a writer with a far different perspective. Two decades ago, this book most likely had a narrow (i.e. months-long) window of time and opportunity to reach readers. Now its possibilities seem as wide as my willingness to follow an ever-unfolding learning curve. Social media and a digital world extend a global reach that astonishes me almost as much as the role readers themselves now play in advancing awareness of and appreciation for the book.

Yes, there are wildly shifting sands in the publishing experience now, but there are horizons I couldn’t have imagined 25 years ago.

READ THE ARTICLE HERE: http://www.boomercafe.com/2014/04/02/boomer-authors-reflections-finishing-book-later-life/#comment-95173

Find more about Snow Fence Road, from Black Lyon Publishing, at: http://www.amazon.com/Snow-Fence-Road-Phyllis-Edgerly/dp/1934912549/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1372083362&sr=8-2&keywords=Snow+Fence+Road+Phyllis+Ring


How love comes in


Photo: Diane Kirkup / D. Kirkup Jewelry Designs / http://www.etsy.com/shop/dkirkupdesigns

“You have to believe what your heart loves, what it wants. As hard as you can, with everything you’ve got.

That’s the way love comes into the world.” 

~ Andy Hollinger from Snow Fence Road

Never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine a character from a book of mine being quoted by a reviewer — much less a character who never draws breath alive in the story! Snow Fence Road Cover

In this season of light, and the counting of blessings, my heart feels the utmost thanks for all of the kind readers who’ve made room in their lives for Snow Fence Road, and to Kerry McQuisten and Black Lyon Publishing for believing enough in the story to give it a published home.

And my very special thanks this week to reviewer Barbara Ann at Sun Mountain Reviews for your very kind words:

 Good-Read-icon“If you are looking for a touching romance novel to curl up with by a roaring fire during the winter holidays, then consider Snow Fence Road, a beautifully written, poignant love story about two lonely individuals who struggle to move beyond their painful, guilt-ridden past to find a second chance at love.”

Find her review here: http://sunmountainreviews.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/review-of-snow-fence-road/

Snow Fence Road: A village on the coast of Maine holds painful secrets—the kind only the miracle of new love can heal.


Winter in a kinder world – Giveaway Week 4



Winner’s choice of winter beauty in this week’s giveaway –

from these designs by New Hampshire artist Diane Kirkup.

To enter, simply comment on any post here

at the blog, or send an email to info@phyllisring.com


headerAs the Winter Solstice approaches, I love hearing from readers of Snow Fence Road, a tale with its share of wintry weather and scenes. A year ago today, after what can only be described as a forceful, invisible nudge, I tried my luck with the kind publisher I’m forever grateful has published this story. Black Lyon Publishing has a whole lot of offerings for this and every season — and a fun video taste of holiday spirit at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OCtOUespkY&feature=youtu.be


Photo: Saffron Moser

One reviewer’s words about the book and its story struck a chord for me, this week:

“One of the things I also enjoyed was that this took place in a kind world, with supportive and loving folks, despite their past difficulties, even with each other.”


Photo: Saffron Moser

That’s the reason I write at all, from the stubborn belief that this is the kind of world that all of our hearts want, and can all help bring into being.

And from one of my heroes, naturalist and writer John Burroughs, comes a taste of “Winter Sunshine”, which encapsulates so perfectly this quieting season when every one and every thing prepares for rest and restoration:

“It is a spur that one feels at this season more than at any other. How nimbly you step forth! The woods roar, the waters shine, and the hills look invitingly near. You do not miss the flowers and the songsters, or wish the trees or fields any different, or heavens any nearer. Every object pleases…. the straight light-gray trunks of the trees… how curious they look, and as if surprised in undress.”