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John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
Hear The Voices That I Hear ~ See The Beauty Beyond The Sky
Screenplays ~ Books ~ Poems
And I’m writing the stairway to heaven reaching to the sky always
Looking for the right words to show encouragement to all
I am a Victorian woman who loves to write
I seek inspiration from above, and I write what I see, I know it sounds easy, and in some ways it is,
But seeing is not always believing, and so I write to believe
To believe in something outside of myself, such as the life of others who have lived before me
And who will come after the world is made anew by those who sacrificed to make it so
I write the words that I see in the clouds, and in the heavens
I read the the words on peoples faces, especially when the words don’t mean a thing, alas,
the look on a persons face says everything that they are thinking. People are so precious
I believe in people, just as I believe in the clouds that speak. I listen to the angels that sing,
I hear the heart that beats life into the life, that only a person knows who is living the life,
that makes their heart beat. Everyone has a different beat, a different meaning to life;
but there it is . . . Life that only one person can live
It is like a stairway to heaven, only you can walk up the stairs to know what you know ,
to see the way that only you can see it
Precious is the life that you live, precious is the life that you find a way to give
for giving to life, is life, and that is worth writing about.
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The sound of silence speaks
Are you listening
I invite you to pour yourself a cup of tea and enter my old world vision
Join me in thought provoking discussions about the mysteries of life
As culture changes, a person may have a concept as to what the “new” status quo will become, but in truth no one knows for sure how the new seeds sown will effect the decisions of the collective
Is the reality of life real or what we think it is
As we sip our tea we shall contemplate the issue
Happy Reading Everyone
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Our Story
I am a woman who looks for stories everywhere
In pictures of family photographs in the days of old, or new
I write about children, and the things that they do
ever so clever, investigating every move, seeking to find the next thrilling adventure as only they can do
I do this in screenplays, books, and I write poems, all of which comes from one place ~ the heart
Where else can you go. . . As the angels speak. . . As the clouds come down. . . I reach for them. . .
That’s where I go. . . To me it is the heart of the home
I write so that others can read what matters to them. . . For when you read you are home.