I am a breeze, rustling through the Autumn leaves.
Crisp clean air that revitalizes the land.
I am a ray of sunshine, blanketing the Earth with my warmth.
Providing the light for all life.
I am the rain, washing the dust of the day away.
Breathing new life into everything I touch.
I am a tree, standing tall above the grass.
Holding firm in my roots, creating a shelter.
I am the sand, simple enough.
Infinite grains creating a pathway to walk the beach.
I am a wave, traveling the vast sea.
Finally, ending my life gracefully against the shore.
I’m very pleased to have a publication day post on the blog today as the fifth novel in Helen Pryke’s Healers series comes out. I’ve read all these books and can thoroughly recommend them.
Over to Helen to tell us a little about the books:
“It’s hard to believe it’s over, but The Healer’s Legacy is the final book in the Healer series. Five years, and five books later, I wrote ‘The End’ for the last time. It was a bitter-sweet moment, as the healers, the cottage, and the Dragonfly Grove have been such a constant part of my life.
It all started in 2017, when I had the idea for a story of a woman who came across the skeleton of a baby in her garden. As I started writing, she evolved into Jennifer, who has problems with alcohol and her marriage, and her desperate mother, who is so…
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When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.
~ Celia Thaxter
~ Art by Jim Rodgers
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How do you freeze a soap bubble?
Abandoned by the Gods at birth Bitter twist of fate left a scar Avoiding relationships, she drifts alone Never knowing love, her heart stops feeling Drifting on a sea of unknowing, she courts death Over high peaks, she skis on soft snow Never once looking at warning signs Eager to reach the bottom Down the soft slopes to safety, another day… ©AnitaDawes2022
This is my version of a rain dance… and tomorrow it will rain…