My own little boy, Inside of me and yet not part of me, He belongs to her that would run away, “I’m crying because I miss her,” He tells me and my heart does a backflip, “That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,” He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears, If ever more
I just googled my name (I do it when I get bored) and realised that my books can be bought in ten countries now around the world: Sweden, U.K., Slovenia, Estonia, Ireland, Japan, Norway, Lithuania, Denmark, Malaysia. It can also be borrowed from the Essex County Library in Canada 🙂
The morning birds drew back the starlit,Night and we did see a blue sky, shining,Sun and heard the dawn song of the sky,Larks as we’d never heard them before,Life as we knew it was over,A new life had begun!The fairies were sent from the magical realm,To weave a gossamer veil around us and,Within that veil more
I found this journal entry yesterday, it was the last one I wrote right before I began to write my first book that was published, Oracle In The Mist: I write my morning pages (Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way) and then . . . I stare at the blank page and wait for the words more
Are you ready for some of the latest family pics?