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Wonderment (a poem of nostalgia)-Connected to Source a journey of experience-pgs.62-63

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  Thirty three times is the last number I recall when counting how many times I have moved.  I'm not sure what year I counted, if it includes the house I currently call home in central Texas.  I don't care to look backwards and add the number up anymore so I'm going to stay with 33.   I have a stack of journals about knee high that have managed to make it with me through all those moves.  I have journals that I know ended up in a land fill as when I went to retrieve them from a prior room...

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The reality of a child in foster care, some of my story.

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"Well at least you're pretty Tina, I don't worry so much about you." said my social worker to the eleven-year-old me.  Had she said this to me seven years later I may have grasped the message once I realized the importance society places on attractive people.

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Quest-poem-Connected to Source a journey of experience-pg 16

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How much of life is living just under the radar? Push the envelope a little bit, take the common mind too far. Pull back and stay under observe the worker ants as they scatter. Fill your bubble of love and light duality of nature, conformity of an image. Love and hate become the same complacency fuels a self rage. I will not settle for a common view too much to see before this life is through. A rest cycle is much in need, on the never ending  QUEST life breeds a greed. It could go both ways, lonely days spent...

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Mountain-poem-Connected to source a journey of experience- pg 88

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It is a place where I feel I sometimes belong A place where no one feeds me lies its just me… the earth, and the sky. I can gaze upon the traffic buzzing so far from me below. When I feel that life is crumbling, it’s to this mountain I go. A birds eye view of life passing by, a place where I used to sit and cry. This mountain makes me stand tall and strong, it absorbs my grief and pain. When my time on this great earth has past, the MOUNTAIN will remain… The clouds in the sky...

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Why a gargoyle in my children's book?

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Are you curious why a grumpy looking gargoyle would be part of a children's book story of hope? Read this blog for the answer to this question and the origin of Rose Marie Lynns name.

 

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