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Black Friday Sale

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2018 Family photo

For the next 48 hours my paperback book will be on a special black friday sale!

I hope this helps for those who want to purchase it as a holiday gift! In addition to this sale, my ebook will still be free for the next few days.

 

Can be purchased here

Happy holidays from our family to yours!

 

 

Book giveaway and the winner!

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Last week I started a four week book giveaway. I put the names of those who entered into a hat and drew one name. Those who entered and have not been chosen will be in the drawing for the remaining weeks of the contest. If you have interest in this giveaway just let me know in the comments section.

The first winner of my new book is, Clive from Take It Easy

Congratulations Clive, please contact me with your mailing address!

Any review of my book on amazon would be greatly appreciated!

Lynn

Push publish

After four proofs and a final one yesterday, I think I am ready! I asked Foof if I should hit publish and she said YES. I had a couple of minor details that needed fixing and have now hit Publish once again!! I will let you know when it’s official.

I am sorry that I am not been visiting much this week, but I am babysitting and not able to comment much!

Joy in morning

A wonderful blogger, Joy, came back from the beach and posted stunning photos. She asked if anyone wanted to write a poem after witnessing this beauty and inspiration. I certainly did feel inspired and decided to give it a try! Thank you Joy

Please do visit her over at: Nuggets of Gold   20181010_064937.jpg

Pictured above is a gorgeous photo from her recent post:The Splendorous Sky

Joy in morning

Sun does rise
Then lowers gaze
Colors stand
Inspiring praise
Meld and mingle
Soft yet bold
Composition
Coral gold

Hold on

img_e6243.jpgLay me down in fields of saffron
I cannot sing in thorns and briar

Many steps until forever
Distortion sealed in secrecy

Touch my hand and hold me closer
All the while eternally

Belatedly in solstice shower
A fool for you No more to be

Update poetry book

The poetry book is coming into focus! I have ordered four different proofs so far! I had no idea what putting a book together involved and so now I know!

It has been fun as well as challenging! I am hoping my newest proof will be the final product! By the way this book is self published!

I don’t know if I am allowed to show one of my experimental books before it is published. I don’t know if I can advertise for my book on my blog or facebook. Basically I am a blank page and so here are pictures of the newlyweds instead.

The poetry book

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I have been working on my poetry book for the past couple of weeks. I had started it and then left it for a bit. I didn’t realize how much fun it would be to work on this project and have spent hours placing pictures and figuring out where to put everything. I am not sure on many things about the details of publishing, but for now just focusing on finishing the book. I ordered a proof which should come today! It is hard to imagine that I might actually get this published.

Thanks for your support everyone!

Love Lynn

Weed on the side of the road

 

The world has it’s order

All beauty and grace

But now it’s time to be me

Purple Blossom

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You look longingly at the courtyard full of lush green grass, you can feel it tickle between your toes, the sunshine washes over your face warm and alive. You move back and forth to catch the light, like a cat sprawled out on the living room floor, it turns to catch the rays when they disappear beneath the shade of the sofa. Its pink padded paws playfully touch the fading sun.
You would not dare to actually run, even if you could, but just walking is enough for your weakened limbs. 20 years of not walking has made you weak and numb. But once you make your escape who knows what awaits you. You stand in the grass, a tiny weed blossoms with colors of purple and yellow. You fixate on its delicate purple blossom. So perfect and tiny, how can it hold such beauty and intricate details in its tiny being. You marvel and want to bring it nearer to smell it. It must be full of a fragrant fruity splendor. You do not pick it because you know it would soon wilt and die and everything deserves the chance to live and to grow. You could not bare to spoil its perfection. You look beyond the grass to see the hills and you prepare to don your boots. You will walk thru the fields of wildflowers making a yellow endless blanket before you. You will walk, climb and run getting muddy, wet and tired. You will be …….free.
When you reach the summit out of breathe, muscles aching, you will witness glory. When you look to the right no metal screws, only the vast horizon. You can see the colors you’ve seen so many times, although it was years ago, you remember. The orange, purple, yellow and even blue, all mixed but perfectly layered. You will smell the pine trees and maybe even spot a dear leaping and free. It will awaken your soul, you are free, just 3 small steps to freedom. You will call to the dear “Yes you are free and so am I”  you will warn it to never stray beyond the hills to be trapped forever. As you breathe the free, clean air, not stagnant like your box, you feel a sharp pain run through your lungs, you cough and choke. You cannot breathe the clean, crisp air, you gulp and sputter. Years of not breathing this pure air of freedom is too much to take. Maybe you are breathing too fast, too much. You take a slow deep breathe in, then out, but still you feel the sharp pain invade your body. Your legs seize up, you try to move but you cannot.

You envisioned this escape for hours, days and months….. you day dreamed about the sun, its sensations, the mountains,the mud! How can your legs fail you as you stand poised and ready, waiting. How can your lungs not allow this sweet strong air to replenish you and carry you away. You put one foot out to start your way to freedom, your arms and legs are limp, lifeless. You start to roll down the grass picking up speed as you go, your body bumps, rocks lodge in your forehead, the beautiful blossoms are far behind you, you grab at trees, gravel and dirt to stop this procession. If you could you would tear a thousand blossoms from their roots, their life seems worthless and small compared to the freedom you crave. You look up to a blazing sun and you cannot see anything but fury. You realize your shirt is torn and your body is exposed. Your hair a matted muddy wig stuck to your bleeding head. You wanted to run but now you cannot crawl. The only smell is dust and dirt swirling around you.
Then a hand soft and familiar gingerly touches your broken body. It pulls you up gently, it encloses you, somehow a feeling of safety. It leads you back bringing you to your comfortable, secure place. It covers your body with a warm soft blanket of familiarity. No longer exposed, You feel relief, even joy . You can’t believe you dared to leave the safety of your box. Your arm is bruised, your face sun burnt. The sting of rocks and gravel lodged in your soul, peeling skin exposing everything, as you pull the pieces from your face, you think….. maybe the majesty of mountains is over rated after all.

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