A short poem of meditation for growth and to give comfort
There was a time
when I didn't feel the energy of the moon
when I feared the dark
when I forgot the magic of the rain
That time has passed
Now, I say...
teach me more
open my eyes
fill my heart
Blessed be
photo by L Dyck
More writing to celebrate solstice...
My Magic Garden by Gail Woodward (photos by Crystal Favel)
bear energy
Sharing my author journey...
My writing desk is like a private jet.
It takes me everywhere. I've flown across Canada, down to the States and now I've crossed the pond to the U.K. I've wrapped my manuscripts in parachutes and dropped them on the doorsteps of literary agencies. I have four more parachutes to drop. Wish me luck.
My Magic Garden by Gail Woodward (photos by Crystal Favel)
bear energy
Sharing my author journey...
My writing desk is like a private jet.
It takes me everywhere. I've flown across Canada, down to the States and now I've crossed the pond to the U.K. I've wrapped my manuscripts in parachutes and dropped them on the doorsteps of literary agencies. I have four more parachutes to drop. Wish me luck.
