Activities for the Cold Winter months…give free rein to your creativity

With quill and ink, paint and brush, create your own story
With quill and ink, paint and brush, create your own story

The cold of Winter has turned my thoughts inward…

Reflecting on things that were;

Visualizing what’s to be.

Will I make the same mistakes and rise like the sea

In turmoil, solitude lost in my words?

The voices within just want to be heard,

Crying out to be released.

The long nights of Winter can increase

 Your inspiration, as you withdraw to rest.

You’re free to search your soul and confess

Your innermost desires and secrets in verse,

Drawings, paintings, prose, or simply rehearse

Dialogue from imagined friends out loud.

Because only you can restrict or allow

The words, the images, the scenes that unfold

Into stories that must be told.

–Deborah A. Bowman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wrist surgery was a complete success–now I have to deal with cast for 6 weeks…piece of cake, if I don’t do too much…I’m infamous for that…DRAGON software reports next week on past-life hypnotic regression.

Picture of Girl Reading  I get to be a child again, reading what I love. Pass me GONE WITH THE WIND, ATLAS SHRUGGED, AND WAR AND PEACE WITH A SIDE OF DANTE’S  INFERNO. THAT SHOULD KEEP ME DISTRACTED!

DRAGON SOFTWARE TO TELL MY STORY OF ANNIE, A BOOK THAT’S BEEN BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD SINCE THE EARLY 1990’s…PAST LIFE HYPNOTIC REGRESSION…ANNIE LIVED! A DWARF OR WEE FAIERY, WITH LIMITED MENTAL CAPABILITIES, BUT IS A WHITE LIGHT HEALER AND AS LOVING AND PURE AS THE SNOW THAT FALLS IN LYNN, MASSACHUSETTS, WHERE SHE LIVED IN THE MID-1600’s.

Look at the map–Lynn really exists, but also look at what infamous town is just too near…”Hide thyself and thy healing from fanatical condemning eyes,sweet precious Annie!”

Is it fact or fiction? You must decide…if you believe…