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PLEASE RE-BLOG, PLEASE.
Please will you re-blog this post for me? Yes, I know you’ve not read it yet, but I really, really want to get the word out.
In January I plan to start a new monthly newsletter which will contain the back story to Amie before she went to Africa and the lives of other characters in the trilogy. The first one recounts a major event in Ben’s life which I think you will find both fascinating and interesting. This will only ever appear in my newsletter and never be posted anywhere else.
There will also be early notice of price drops and promos and I will feature and promote books by other authors – so, if you’d like to be included, please contact me.
Most important of all, I will be giving you updates on the full story of the court case as Amie sues me with the intention of…
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The Angels and the Furies
May Sarton used the questions about the light and dark sides we each possess, but often go unnoticed. They inhabit our souls, which she calls premier danseur–first dancer. The angels and furies of our personalities are always with us, dancing with each other to gain our attention.
When I read this poem some time ago, I jotted down that to notice the furies sometimes they have to dance furiously to gain our attention. We prefer not to acknowledge their presence, but they are there and real along with our angels.
It is the mindful inner work that helps us understand the paradox of living in a world with both our angels and furies. It is not a choice between them. They exist with each other and both need our time and attention.
Have you not wounded yourself
And battered those you love
By sudden motions of evil,
Black rage in…
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1314. Learn to use the lightening (in the storms of life) as fiery fuel to further propel you to all that encourages your own aliveness. ~Victoria Erickson
Use your internal strength and willpower
to rise above the thoughts pulling you down
and watch your world rise alongside you…
~Victoria Erickson
I crave the ones who’ve seen confusion and known struggle; who have pulled themselves up from the shackles of heartache and strife, disappointment and darkness, exhaustion and drain, and have risen with a heart as open and unwaveringly wide as the ocean itself. Give me those people. The brave, the vulnerable, the wise, the ones who care for a world, and how to better it along with themselves. To know their ability in making waves, in shifting patterns with tides and in creating change. Let us become that open ocean. And make it rise. ~Victoria Erickson
Tonight, you may be empty, silent, sorrowful or alone,
but you have the moon and you have your breath,
and in inhaling the wonder of those alone, may you
be wrapped in the soft shawl of gentle relief that this
moment is beautiful and more than worthy…
~Victoria Erickson
For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief. ~Ecclesiastes 1:18 ✝
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My heart yearns…
**Amy at herladypinkrose.com posted this picture coincidentally on my birthday a year ago. I adore roses and this one is absolutely spectacular as well as a quintessential taste of autumn as well! I added the text box and the mirror border as this quote mirrors thoughts that Mrs. Rose and I both share.
Expanses of Space
“Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it change, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.” – John Mark Green
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Snippet of The Day 12.04.16
Every beautiful moment we have . . .
“Every beautiful moment we have
is a pearl we thread on
the necklace of our life
And every moment we enjoy
makes our necklace more precious”
~ Anonymous
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And the sheep were silent…
“The refusal to take sides on great moral issues is itself a decision.
It is a silent acquiescence to evil.
The Tragedy of our time is that those who still believe in honesty lack fire and conviction,
while those who believe in dishonesty are full of passionate conviction.”
Archbishop Fulton Sheen
(a sheep farm outside of Killarney, Co. Kerry, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
Where does one begin…
Where does one look when attempting to sort it all out?
From whence has it come?
What was the root cause?
What was the catalyst?
How did it ever come to this?
Standing in the center of the raging maelstrom
Silent and dumbfounded…
Only a remaining handful are left to sort it out.
As the majority silently chooses to ignore it…
We choose to turn our heads.
We refuse to call truth by its name.
While hoping it all just goes…
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Sacred Touches 