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THE GIFT THAT I WAS GIVEN

It was when I became a writer, that I achieved clarity in my life. Expressing my feelings has completely changed my thought process. For decades, I faced constant challenges and considered it “weak” to express my feelings; I felt like it was a luxury to do that. I still have challenges, but have chosen to see that sharing my feelings allows me to feel more connected to lifeI am still first and foremost a songwriter. I might be very focused upon my book, but when I give birth to a song – I am stopped in my tracks. The whole process fills me with amazement. I cannot control it. The music that has healed me continues to play in my life. My innermost feelings surfaced again this past week as a new melody began to play and the lyrics unfolded. My new inspirational song expresses how grateful I am that I turned my life around. Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 4

My day was busy and filled with art, writing and music. Life was wonderful and at the end of the day I had an appointment at the recording studio where I planned to record a story for my audio book.   … Continue reading

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HANG ON – PART 1

It feels so dark; the sky is gray
Nothing to live for, you cannot pray
You have no hope; is this the end?
Just take my hand; I’ll be your friend Continue reading

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I’VE BEEN THERE, TOO

As I sang, I thought of the many messages I read on a grief forum, which I am a part of. I really feel so much pain inside when I read those messages. The pain of grief is never forgotten. I was shopping at Costco later in my day after recording my song with George. I listened to my newest song recording over and over. Tears filled my eyes, and spilled down my cheeks as I shopped. I wiped them off with my shirt as I stepped into the checkout line. Continue reading

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