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Reflective Images - Chapter 1
I was only a young boy when I first saw her standing near the University track. She was the most beautiful, mystifying and captivating creature I had
ever seem in my life, but I was only seven years old and hardly an expert on anything…especially women.
On this day, she was wearing a small and somewhat revealing uniform with the name of a University on the front of her shirt, at least I think that is what
it said. As my Dad and me walked ever closer and closer to this Goddess, it was apparent she was no more than a mere mortal. Although in my eyes, she
must have been sent from above to do something truly amazing in her lifetime. As we both stood next to her, she was talking to my Uncle Denny about a
strategy they would use this afternoon when he noticed us. With a smile my Dad and uncle shook hands then he spoke to me. I smiled. I really liked my
Uncle Denny for he was a good man with a kind voice and gentle ways. However, I couldn’t seem to remove my eyes from this young woman standing
so near who captured my heart. And at the time, little did I know she would send me on a sixty-year mission to find someone like her to spend my life
with.
With an ever-pleasant gesture, Uncle Denny turned and introduced my father to his young track athlete then he proceeded to introduce me as well. She
looked at me with a pleasing smile and those ever-imposing emerald green eyes of hers then knelt down on one knee and shook my hand. As she gazed
deeply into my eyes she said ever so softly as if her voice was that of a distant angel, “Hi Greg, my name is Jenna and it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
I can’t remember what I said next. My young brain by now had turned to powdered milk with her touch and then everything turned to a misty fog when
I first heard her words. Unfortunately for me, I’m sure it was something profound, so profound she never forgot my face again – not really. We stayed
and watched the track meet. Jenna and all the other pole-vaulters coached by my uncle Denny competed that afternoon. It was a grand event and a fun
filled day with excitement and energy flowing in and out each athlete as they did their best to succeed. Although this was the first of several invitational
track meets scheduled at the new University of Akron campus facility that was only completed this spring, in my mind it had to be heaven, as I could not
take my eyes off of this young college woman – this eternal Goddess sent from above.
She personally did well this afternoon, very well indeed as both my father and uncle Denny were pleased with her performance. But I was far less
technical and more in awe of her beauty and was still mesmerized by her lingering essence of her distant perfume no doubt the by-product of the night
before. When the day’s events were finally over, we said goodbye to my uncle Denny and began walking out of the stadium and back to the parking area
where my Dad had left the family car when all of a sudden I heard my named called. We stopped and turned and as we did I saw her running over
towards us and said goodbye to my father and then knelt down and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said softly, “I hope I see you again
Greg.”
At that precise moment my odyssey began. It was an odyssey that would send me to far away places and several foreign countries as I followed her
career. Then after nearly a lifetime it would eventually bring me to a place where life would finally come to an end for one special human who on a bright
sunny day touched a little boy’s soul and made him believe he was something special to her. And that is something for which only a Goddess or an angel
was capable of doing because only they have such pure souls and can express such feelings with endless compassion.
From that day forward, I saw something that has remained with me all my natural life. Something so pure that it alone set me on a journey to find another
angel in her image who carried her spirit to hopefully share my life within our time. Because in my heart and mind, she was indeed a living Goddess and a
woman I would never forget until the end of my time on this earth. Later that evening as my eyes began to close and my mind replayed the day’s events
over and over again, I thought of this amazing young woman who I only met this afternoon. I wondered where she came from and who she really was
and then it all came to me as if in a vision sent directly into my mind by a far superior power. It was a story for which there was only one answer, one
conclusion and only one possible solution. She came from the heavens and was a by-product of the Goddess of love and the Goddess of beauty.
With sleep beckoning ever stronger, my eyes finally closed for the evening thus signaling the end of a perfect day when my dreams began with…One
evening, while sitting around the heavens discussing the fate and virtues of the human species, two powerful Goddesses settled upon a venture. It would
become an event that would challenge history and write a new chapter in the universe. It would become an event defined by the impending birth of a
child. And this event would come to be known as an event so special that it must be the results of the combined efforts by those who have the power to
write history. The first Goddess to contrive this creation was Venus, partly because she was known as the Goddess of love, but mainly because she was
also known as the Goddess of beauty. When she suggested to then her counter part and friend from the passionate Greek culture, Aphrodite, that they
collectively should combine their talents and skills to create a special human child.
This new child would be a dark haired female for whom they would bestow upon her all their powers of reasoning, seduction, cunning and of course
kindness. Then when appropriate, send her down to earth to rule her kingdom for the next one hundred years. Pleased with their initial concept and
departure for normal duties well known and express by Goddesses, they so decide to set out to build the perfect young woman. She of course would be
created in their light, but she must become a woman independent and strong for the changing times. Nevertheless, she would be ever so beautiful and
ever so feminine as she carried the ancient traditions and ways with her on the long journey to earth.
As they both leaned back in their plush chairs, Venus said with a whisper, “Do you mean we should make another Cleopatra?” With a becoming smile
and a nod of her head Aphrodite replied, “No not her, for she will forever belong to another time and place as is now defined in mere mortal history and
that would be simply impossible to recreate her for today’s world and declining moral values. No, we need a young woman with well-balanced mortal
thoughts, yet seductive and flirtatious, but ever so grounded in ancient ideas and of this generation. She must represent a confused and restless herd of
young women who have lost the concept of what it truly means to be a woman. And, she must teach all her followers the true approach of womanhood
while she tends to her duties as a mere mortal.
So with careful thoughts and a deep ponderous of the situation, the two Goddesses began to contrive the perfect young woman for this time in history.
With expression and purpose, they began with: she must be a young woman who can steal the hearts of all men with just a look and a becoming smile.
She will become more than a young woman who will set many a heart on fire during her time on earth, for she must capture their souls and brighten their
spirits with her touch, her gaze and her impetuosity and cunning. In addition, she will carry a warm glow for all to see; after all, she is the new
ambassador of womanhood hell bent on changing the image so despicably nourished and conveyed on this thing called television and music videos for
this century.
After further discussions and a great deal of soul searching that lasted well into the evening and the next morning, both complex and strong willed women
concluded” “She must stand tall and possess long and flowing dark hair. Her hair shall rival and yet remain nearly identical to the Roman or Greek
goddesses. Her DNA will come from all parts of the earth, of which will exceed perfection from various lands and cultures known to mankind.
Moreover, this young and stunning woman will live in the new world, the most complex nation on the planet -- she must live in the Americas. Aphrodite
then mused over her next statement when she added collectively, “We must channel her genetic coding into one perfect yet carefully fertilized embryo.”
Then place it into a woman who has no knowledge of what she is carrying to term. With that decree, the two goddesses decided upon one final
geographical location that was counter intuitive to their massive egos when they stated, “She will have her origin in the middle of nowhere special.” She
will begin as a country girl at heart and grow to womanhood from a place morally rich and steeped in character and most of all honor and dedication.”
With further positioning by the Goddesses, the process began with a lively discussion between two powerful women attempting to place their personal
and exceptionally unique signature upon this new child, this new Goddess. After all, from the beginning of time they both had their ways without
compromise or interruption. However, today was a new dawn and an opportunity to create a young woman in their combined images using only the
finest qualities from both Goddesses. In accordance, both Venus and Aphrodite understood the complexity and nature of this task. They accepted that
more than ego rested with their abilities to cooperate and compromise. And for that they were prepared to discuss and yield certain aspects of their
desires where needed, but only after heated and passionate negotiations in which both Goddesses used every trick in the book to win the upper hand and
earn each other’s respect.
Aphrodite spoke first with, “Let’s give this human child everything that is in our light, our spirit, our resources, and most of all our beauty and foremost
our powers of seduction. She must stand tall for the present time. Although, not overly tall and awkward as defined by women in our time on earth,
rather, tall for today’s young women. Nevertheless, tall enough so as to fit neatly inside a man’s arms as he wraps them around her nude body. Venus
smiled and commented, yes a man of at least six feet five inches, so when she is standing in high heels and ever so close to them she will not dominate
his manhood by looking over him. Aphrodite continued with let us give her a well-developed body, with breasts that are charming, but not overbearing.
Let us make them firm and popular yet alive and zesty. But, they must remain ever so discrete and presentable when standing unclothed in the moonlight.
And let us provide her with charm and poise, cunning and venture, and spirit, and let us not forget -- desire and aptitude. Let us give her long dark
brown hair that reflects her heritage and culture, but more so lets make it dark and not black as ours. Because dark brown hair is the now standing
metaphor for passion and sexuality in today’s twenty-first century women.
With a quick breath of air and a smile Aphrodite continued, as for her eyes, those magical and captivating eyes of which their can be no imperfections, no
limitations and no doubt of their intent and function. So let us reach far out into the distant shores of our combined empires. Let us search the Viking
North Country and its far-reaching western shores. Let our search begin in the land of the Norse country. We’ll then travel down through the highlands
of now Scotland ever vigilant and end on the shores of the far southern coast of the British Isles known as green Ireland. With careful resolve we’ll
search the coastal town in County Cork until we find that one stone whose color will penetrate the heart of any man who dares stand in her presence.
From Ireland we shall find two emeralds of beauty and whose color will cast a spell effortlessly. Then and forever, we will cast those qualities into the
perfect set of eyes. Eyes that will indeed stop a man in his tracks the moment he first dares to gaze upon this creature. As for her face, that ever so
lovely face, with a brief sigh and then a pause for reflection, Venus spoke from her heart when she said. Her face: “It must first and foremost be a lovely
face and yet a becoming face that will hold unguarded secrets from time.” She continued with, “It must possess honesty and compassion and it must be
pleasing to all mortals who would gaze upon her whether in friendship, desire or jealousy. She must have perfect lines, well-defined physical features that
stand out among mere mortal women, and she must possess the perfectly balance mouth that will hold the ultimate power of a kiss – her kiss that will
bring a man to his knees afterwards.” Yes indeed my dear, she must be perfect in every aspect, every emotion and finally she must carry a bright spirit
to guide her along her early path.
With reflection and confusion, the one element that was so dearly needed to complete this creature was here and yet missing from this century’s new and
defining Goddess of Love. One element that would capture the eyes of all who dare gaze upon her and one resplendent quality for which no mortal man
or woman could deny. With both Goddesses’ in heavy concentration they were compelled to call for the assistance of Hera. Hera was by all accounts
the goddess of light, the queen of the heavens and the reining goddess of all women. It was settled. They would gather at her feet and ask for her input,
her creative mythology, and her tempest storm as they pondered the ultimate truth. With that, Aphrodite and Venus began a journey to seek counsel with
the Goddess Hera and along the road they too found the true meaning that only served to quicken their emotions and feed their desires.
Now standing before the powerful Hera, Venus and Aphrodite gazed upon this Goddess. Then with one careful thought and a review of all the virtures
thus far bestoded upon this mortal child, Hera could only add one simple element. She stood and spoke from the heart when she said, “In this time and
place called the Americas where you wish this mortal child to rein, you must make her an Olympian. She must possess exceptional athlete abilities and
carry a highly defined body. A body so pure and yet defined as if it was carved from stone, chiseled from granite and polished to perfection. And yet, it
must remain soft, ever so soft to the touch. And of course, tempting to the senses and desirable by all those who are of loving character. She alone will
carefully reject and chastise those whose spirit is not true or pure and she will punish those who in her light are contrived from greed and the desire to
only possess and display that which they will never possess.
With that last set of directions, Venus and Aphrodite both smiled and finished their personal thoughts with, “It has been such a long time since we’ve sent
a lovely human child down to earth.” I believe it is now time to give her a name and send her off to rule for one hundred years in our light with all our
powers and at the end of her time she too and forever will become a Goddess? We will call her Jenna in honor of the Roman Goddess of women – Juno,
wife of Jupiter and one of the most creative standing beauties known to this earth and its history. Yes, her name shall now and forever be known as
Jenna as she begins her journey in mortal life through the hearts and souls of all who dare to gaze upon her features.
I was only a young boy when I first saw her standing near the University track. She was the most beautiful, mystifying and captivating creature I had
ever seem in my life, but I was only seven years old and hardly an expert on anything…especially women.
On this day, she was wearing a small and somewhat revealing uniform with the name of a University on the front of her shirt, at least I think that is what
it said. As my Dad and me walked ever closer and closer to this Goddess, it was apparent she was no more than a mere mortal. Although in my eyes, she
must have been sent from above to do something truly amazing in her lifetime. As we both stood next to her, she was talking to my Uncle Denny about a
strategy they would use this afternoon when he noticed us. With a smile my Dad and uncle shook hands then he spoke to me. I smiled. I really liked my
Uncle Denny for he was a good man with a kind voice and gentle ways. However, I couldn’t seem to remove my eyes from this young woman standing
so near who captured my heart. And at the time, little did I know she would send me on a sixty-year mission to find someone like her to spend my life
with.
With an ever-pleasant gesture, Uncle Denny turned and introduced my father to his young track athlete then he proceeded to introduce me as well. She
looked at me with a pleasing smile and those ever-imposing emerald green eyes of hers then knelt down on one knee and shook my hand. As she gazed
deeply into my eyes she said ever so softly as if her voice was that of a distant angel, “Hi Greg, my name is Jenna and it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
I can’t remember what I said next. My young brain by now had turned to powdered milk with her touch and then everything turned to a misty fog when
I first heard her words. Unfortunately for me, I’m sure it was something profound, so profound she never forgot my face again – not really. We stayed
and watched the track meet. Jenna and all the other pole-vaulters coached by my uncle Denny competed that afternoon. It was a grand event and a fun
filled day with excitement and energy flowing in and out each athlete as they did their best to succeed. Although this was the first of several invitational
track meets scheduled at the new University of Akron campus facility that was only completed this spring, in my mind it had to be heaven, as I could not
take my eyes off of this young college woman – this eternal Goddess sent from above.
She personally did well this afternoon, very well indeed as both my father and uncle Denny were pleased with her performance. But I was far less
technical and more in awe of her beauty and was still mesmerized by her lingering essence of her distant perfume no doubt the by-product of the night
before. When the day’s events were finally over, we said goodbye to my uncle Denny and began walking out of the stadium and back to the parking area
where my Dad had left the family car when all of a sudden I heard my named called. We stopped and turned and as we did I saw her running over
towards us and said goodbye to my father and then knelt down and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said softly, “I hope I see you again
Greg.”
At that precise moment my odyssey began. It was an odyssey that would send me to far away places and several foreign countries as I followed her
career. Then after nearly a lifetime it would eventually bring me to a place where life would finally come to an end for one special human who on a bright
sunny day touched a little boy’s soul and made him believe he was something special to her. And that is something for which only a Goddess or an angel
was capable of doing because only they have such pure souls and can express such feelings with endless compassion.
From that day forward, I saw something that has remained with me all my natural life. Something so pure that it alone set me on a journey to find another
angel in her image who carried her spirit to hopefully share my life within our time. Because in my heart and mind, she was indeed a living Goddess and a
woman I would never forget until the end of my time on this earth. Later that evening as my eyes began to close and my mind replayed the day’s events
over and over again, I thought of this amazing young woman who I only met this afternoon. I wondered where she came from and who she really was
and then it all came to me as if in a vision sent directly into my mind by a far superior power. It was a story for which there was only one answer, one
conclusion and only one possible solution. She came from the heavens and was a by-product of the Goddess of love and the Goddess of beauty.
With sleep beckoning ever stronger, my eyes finally closed for the evening thus signaling the end of a perfect day when my dreams began with…One
evening, while sitting around the heavens discussing the fate and virtues of the human species, two powerful Goddesses settled upon a venture. It would
become an event that would challenge history and write a new chapter in the universe. It would become an event defined by the impending birth of a
child. And this event would come to be known as an event so special that it must be the results of the combined efforts by those who have the power to
write history. The first Goddess to contrive this creation was Venus, partly because she was known as the Goddess of love, but mainly because she was
also known as the Goddess of beauty. When she suggested to then her counter part and friend from the passionate Greek culture, Aphrodite, that they
collectively should combine their talents and skills to create a special human child.
This new child would be a dark haired female for whom they would bestow upon her all their powers of reasoning, seduction, cunning and of course
kindness. Then when appropriate, send her down to earth to rule her kingdom for the next one hundred years. Pleased with their initial concept and
departure for normal duties well known and express by Goddesses, they so decide to set out to build the perfect young woman. She of course would be
created in their light, but she must become a woman independent and strong for the changing times. Nevertheless, she would be ever so beautiful and
ever so feminine as she carried the ancient traditions and ways with her on the long journey to earth.
As they both leaned back in their plush chairs, Venus said with a whisper, “Do you mean we should make another Cleopatra?” With a becoming smile
and a nod of her head Aphrodite replied, “No not her, for she will forever belong to another time and place as is now defined in mere mortal history and
that would be simply impossible to recreate her for today’s world and declining moral values. No, we need a young woman with well-balanced mortal
thoughts, yet seductive and flirtatious, but ever so grounded in ancient ideas and of this generation. She must represent a confused and restless herd of
young women who have lost the concept of what it truly means to be a woman. And, she must teach all her followers the true approach of womanhood
while she tends to her duties as a mere mortal.
So with careful thoughts and a deep ponderous of the situation, the two Goddesses began to contrive the perfect young woman for this time in history.
With expression and purpose, they began with: she must be a young woman who can steal the hearts of all men with just a look and a becoming smile.
She will become more than a young woman who will set many a heart on fire during her time on earth, for she must capture their souls and brighten their
spirits with her touch, her gaze and her impetuosity and cunning. In addition, she will carry a warm glow for all to see; after all, she is the new
ambassador of womanhood hell bent on changing the image so despicably nourished and conveyed on this thing called television and music videos for
this century.
After further discussions and a great deal of soul searching that lasted well into the evening and the next morning, both complex and strong willed women
concluded” “She must stand tall and possess long and flowing dark hair. Her hair shall rival and yet remain nearly identical to the Roman or Greek
goddesses. Her DNA will come from all parts of the earth, of which will exceed perfection from various lands and cultures known to mankind.
Moreover, this young and stunning woman will live in the new world, the most complex nation on the planet -- she must live in the Americas. Aphrodite
then mused over her next statement when she added collectively, “We must channel her genetic coding into one perfect yet carefully fertilized embryo.”
Then place it into a woman who has no knowledge of what she is carrying to term. With that decree, the two goddesses decided upon one final
geographical location that was counter intuitive to their massive egos when they stated, “She will have her origin in the middle of nowhere special.” She
will begin as a country girl at heart and grow to womanhood from a place morally rich and steeped in character and most of all honor and dedication.”
With further positioning by the Goddesses, the process began with a lively discussion between two powerful women attempting to place their personal
and exceptionally unique signature upon this new child, this new Goddess. After all, from the beginning of time they both had their ways without
compromise or interruption. However, today was a new dawn and an opportunity to create a young woman in their combined images using only the
finest qualities from both Goddesses. In accordance, both Venus and Aphrodite understood the complexity and nature of this task. They accepted that
more than ego rested with their abilities to cooperate and compromise. And for that they were prepared to discuss and yield certain aspects of their
desires where needed, but only after heated and passionate negotiations in which both Goddesses used every trick in the book to win the upper hand and
earn each other’s respect.
Aphrodite spoke first with, “Let’s give this human child everything that is in our light, our spirit, our resources, and most of all our beauty and foremost
our powers of seduction. She must stand tall for the present time. Although, not overly tall and awkward as defined by women in our time on earth,
rather, tall for today’s young women. Nevertheless, tall enough so as to fit neatly inside a man’s arms as he wraps them around her nude body. Venus
smiled and commented, yes a man of at least six feet five inches, so when she is standing in high heels and ever so close to them she will not dominate
his manhood by looking over him. Aphrodite continued with let us give her a well-developed body, with breasts that are charming, but not overbearing.
Let us make them firm and popular yet alive and zesty. But, they must remain ever so discrete and presentable when standing unclothed in the moonlight.
And let us provide her with charm and poise, cunning and venture, and spirit, and let us not forget -- desire and aptitude. Let us give her long dark
brown hair that reflects her heritage and culture, but more so lets make it dark and not black as ours. Because dark brown hair is the now standing
metaphor for passion and sexuality in today’s twenty-first century women.
With a quick breath of air and a smile Aphrodite continued, as for her eyes, those magical and captivating eyes of which their can be no imperfections, no
limitations and no doubt of their intent and function. So let us reach far out into the distant shores of our combined empires. Let us search the Viking
North Country and its far-reaching western shores. Let our search begin in the land of the Norse country. We’ll then travel down through the highlands
of now Scotland ever vigilant and end on the shores of the far southern coast of the British Isles known as green Ireland. With careful resolve we’ll
search the coastal town in County Cork until we find that one stone whose color will penetrate the heart of any man who dares stand in her presence.
From Ireland we shall find two emeralds of beauty and whose color will cast a spell effortlessly. Then and forever, we will cast those qualities into the
perfect set of eyes. Eyes that will indeed stop a man in his tracks the moment he first dares to gaze upon this creature. As for her face, that ever so
lovely face, with a brief sigh and then a pause for reflection, Venus spoke from her heart when she said. Her face: “It must first and foremost be a lovely
face and yet a becoming face that will hold unguarded secrets from time.” She continued with, “It must possess honesty and compassion and it must be
pleasing to all mortals who would gaze upon her whether in friendship, desire or jealousy. She must have perfect lines, well-defined physical features that
stand out among mere mortal women, and she must possess the perfectly balance mouth that will hold the ultimate power of a kiss – her kiss that will
bring a man to his knees afterwards.” Yes indeed my dear, she must be perfect in every aspect, every emotion and finally she must carry a bright spirit
to guide her along her early path.
With reflection and confusion, the one element that was so dearly needed to complete this creature was here and yet missing from this century’s new and
defining Goddess of Love. One element that would capture the eyes of all who dare gaze upon her and one resplendent quality for which no mortal man
or woman could deny. With both Goddesses’ in heavy concentration they were compelled to call for the assistance of Hera. Hera was by all accounts
the goddess of light, the queen of the heavens and the reining goddess of all women. It was settled. They would gather at her feet and ask for her input,
her creative mythology, and her tempest storm as they pondered the ultimate truth. With that, Aphrodite and Venus began a journey to seek counsel with
the Goddess Hera and along the road they too found the true meaning that only served to quicken their emotions and feed their desires.
Now standing before the powerful Hera, Venus and Aphrodite gazed upon this Goddess. Then with one careful thought and a review of all the virtures
thus far bestoded upon this mortal child, Hera could only add one simple element. She stood and spoke from the heart when she said, “In this time and
place called the Americas where you wish this mortal child to rein, you must make her an Olympian. She must possess exceptional athlete abilities and
carry a highly defined body. A body so pure and yet defined as if it was carved from stone, chiseled from granite and polished to perfection. And yet, it
must remain soft, ever so soft to the touch. And of course, tempting to the senses and desirable by all those who are of loving character. She alone will
carefully reject and chastise those whose spirit is not true or pure and she will punish those who in her light are contrived from greed and the desire to
only possess and display that which they will never possess.
With that last set of directions, Venus and Aphrodite both smiled and finished their personal thoughts with, “It has been such a long time since we’ve sent
a lovely human child down to earth.” I believe it is now time to give her a name and send her off to rule for one hundred years in our light with all our
powers and at the end of her time she too and forever will become a Goddess? We will call her Jenna in honor of the Roman Goddess of women – Juno,
wife of Jupiter and one of the most creative standing beauties known to this earth and its history. Yes, her name shall now and forever be known as
Jenna as she begins her journey in mortal life through the hearts and souls of all who dare to gaze upon her features.
Synopsis – Distant Patterns
This is an intriguing story of destiny and the road that
leads to its doorstep. She was the perfect balance of
talent, beauty and determination and she was driven
towards greatness. She (Jenna Cord) was one of
those rare young women who seemed blessed at birth
for everything she attempted to undertake in life, just
turned out perfect. She carried so gracefully and so
naturally what we all so desperately seek with the
assistance of make up, a highly regimented diet, a
killer training routine and the discipline to see to
fruition. But with Jenna Cord, it was her outward
appearance that caught everyone’s eyes until they
understood what was in her heart and the nature of
her spirit. Jenna was a complex child from birth,
driven by parents who were far from perfect yet
carried distinct yet distant patterns of mere mortals.
Nevertheless, they demanded perfection in every
aspect of her young life but they themselves were far
from perfect and far from candid. After successfully
achieving greatness in high school as a young child,
she finally breaks free and departs for college and her
taste of freedom. While at college she meets a coach,
her coach and together a new beginning is forged
from hard work as the young woman defined and
perfected by the ancient goddesses sets in motion a
life that would bring her to the attention of the world
and at the mercy of no one. And, along the way she
befriends a little boy with only a hug and kiss on his
cheek she would set his life in motion that would all
come to an end in a place far from the glamour worlds
of high fashion and the world Olympic stage for which
she was ultimately known for in her youth. This is a
remarkable story of fate, virtues and kindness, and it
is a young man’s vision. For once upon a time he
touched the face of a perfect young woman and that
alone changed his life forever. Jenna Cord’s story is
uplifting and inspirational and it will touch your heart
and soul along the road of life. And maybe, just
maybe you too will see a young child and stop and set
him on a journey that will bring him peace and
fulfillment as you enter the winter of your years.
Jenna Cord, she was one of a kind and one of whose
spirits that will never walk this earth again.
This is an intriguing story of destiny and the road that
leads to its doorstep. She was the perfect balance of
talent, beauty and determination and she was driven
towards greatness. She (Jenna Cord) was one of
those rare young women who seemed blessed at birth
for everything she attempted to undertake in life, just
turned out perfect. She carried so gracefully and so
naturally what we all so desperately seek with the
assistance of make up, a highly regimented diet, a
killer training routine and the discipline to see to
fruition. But with Jenna Cord, it was her outward
appearance that caught everyone’s eyes until they
understood what was in her heart and the nature of
her spirit. Jenna was a complex child from birth,
driven by parents who were far from perfect yet
carried distinct yet distant patterns of mere mortals.
Nevertheless, they demanded perfection in every
aspect of her young life but they themselves were far
from perfect and far from candid. After successfully
achieving greatness in high school as a young child,
she finally breaks free and departs for college and her
taste of freedom. While at college she meets a coach,
her coach and together a new beginning is forged
from hard work as the young woman defined and
perfected by the ancient goddesses sets in motion a
life that would bring her to the attention of the world
and at the mercy of no one. And, along the way she
befriends a little boy with only a hug and kiss on his
cheek she would set his life in motion that would all
come to an end in a place far from the glamour worlds
of high fashion and the world Olympic stage for which
she was ultimately known for in her youth. This is a
remarkable story of fate, virtues and kindness, and it
is a young man’s vision. For once upon a time he
touched the face of a perfect young woman and that
alone changed his life forever. Jenna Cord’s story is
uplifting and inspirational and it will touch your heart
and soul along the road of life. And maybe, just
maybe you too will see a young child and stop and set
him on a journey that will bring him peace and
fulfillment as you enter the winter of your years.
Jenna Cord, she was one of a kind and one of whose
spirits that will never walk this earth again.
Distant Patterns
"Old Barns, Old Dreams"
...Winter quarters signal the end of a season
and the beginning of a new day. Old Barn, Old
Dreams for the Standing Gildings at Kamwulfe
Farm & Sanctuary.
and the beginning of a new day. Old Barn, Old
Dreams for the Standing Gildings at Kamwulfe
Farm & Sanctuary.
Kamwulfe Publishing
