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READY

One of my friends suggested that I could become a grief counselor. However, after thinking about it I decided it doesn’t entice me. I would never accept money for helping someone. It destroys everything about what I am doing, to take money from someone at their lowest point. I prefer to look at myself as helping a lot of people with what I’m doing and in some instances I don’t mind speaking with someone in despair or counseling a family. Buy I will NEVER take money for that. I came home and saw a message on my computer asking me if I could help a family whose child was dying. I was ready.
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I GO TO PLACES THAT HEAL ME

I have not written for a stretch because I have been concentrating on finishing my book. I am my own production company, as I create all of my own spoken audio recordings, vocals, images, written stories, and book design format. I have been submitting query letters to try and obtain a literary agent. At the same time as I tackle such a daunting task, I am also writing new material for my second book and composing new songs. I have set no deadline and I make sure to see both of my parents at least twice a week, with separate visits. My parents are managing and things are fairly calm for the moment. Continue reading

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SO MANY YEARS WENT BY

There are not many things about being younger that I long for. I far prefer my current life. I also believe feeling doubtful and uncertain is poison to the soul. There is nothing more inspiring for me than believing in myself. I wrote this story; because there were few words to describe the euphoria I felt when I saw my college art teacher, Nancy, after at least twenty years. If I could describe my emotion, it would be amazement that my teacher was certain my future was limitless and success was just around the corner for me. Yesterday, I had that exact same feeling as I faced my former teacher in my studio! She sat in a chair across from me while I serenaded her on my guitar. Upon the walls of my studio were many of my paintings. At the age of fifty-one, I could enjoy the knowledge that all of my artistic ventures came true. Continue reading

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SADNESS WENT AWAY

I described to Connie how I visualized myself dealing with my current life. I used the metaphor of running a marathon. I had abundant energy and as I encountered horrific roadblocks in my path, I continued running. I was also running through long, dark tunnels. But my focus was on the beautiful sunlight streaming through and awaiting me at the end of those tunnels. As I ran, music played for me. I had an angel on my shoulder. Despite the challenges I continued to face, I loved my journey. It was easy for me to stay positive with all the encouragement I continued to receive surrounding my writing and music, I told Connie. As I left her guesthouse, I beamed and marveled at my blessed existence. Continue reading

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