My resolution this year is steeped in sadness
I want to return to the living in gladness
I want the pain and tears of rain to lessen
I don’t want to do any more second guessing
Reaching beyond the veil to touch your love
Is not the way to express what you dream of
Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
We can only hope we learn something as each year goes by.
We age, of course, look for answers, seek wisdom, work, strive…
To be happy, healthy, and whole.
We want what’s best for our family and friends, truth be told.
We look to the past to plan for the coming days,
Not knowing how things can change in a thousand ways.
We want things to get better; we want to achieve great dreams…
But we can’t see the future or rewrite the past, it seems.
So we’re left with hope, a positive outlook, and our beliefs
To bring us joy, accomplishment, relief.
Getting down to the end of final corrections and rewrites for Annie’s Book, Blessed With a Gift, I can see the end in sight, but how do I stop the tears? Will they be happy or sad tears? Does it matter?
Yes, I suppose it does. You’ll just have to read it to find out. Information on how you can get a copy due to be posted by August. Wish me and Annie luck, love and laughter.We’re both gonna need it.
Deborah A. Bowman, author
Annie comes from the past, but will live forever in your hearts.
Annie Doll on my desk.
Annie drawing
Annie’s from mid-1600s America. She is Blessed With A Gift or is she cursed? How do you know for sure? I think her love for animals says much about her love for everything.
Read about the treatment of children and women in The British Colonies. You may not be prepared for the treatment of children born with birth defects. ‘Twas sad, when wee Annie had so much love and healing to give. But what if she is misunderstood? Superstition ruled the land, but who ruled the people, especially during the 19 years when England, Scotland, and France were involved in an atrocious civil war. The colonies were forsaken. Turmoil ruled. The documented history you probably weren’t taught in grade school. Can Annie be saved when everyone loves her? Is love enough? I truly hope so.
Annie lived 40-50 years prior to the Witch Hysteria. Annie should be safe, but …
Enjoy Annie’s happiness and spirit as a healer and herbalist. She’s a happy little girl. She’s a savant and a telepathic receiver, and above average in some aspects of her life, but she canna’ count or read. Annie is special.
Deborah A. Bowman.
I’m floating in the air
I shouldn’t have a care
But somehow I’m odd and misplaced
I know my mouth is located on my face
But the sound of my voice comes back to me
From some other place in the room or echoed back from the ceiling
I wonder what this vertigo means; what the dizziness is revealing
I just can’t explain how I feel …
Disconnected, adrift, lost, unreal…
Free falling…
My inadequacies extolling…
Where do I belong?
When did I go wrong?
The dream becomes the nightmare
Beware … Beware … Beware…
Sometimes it isn’t carefree
Sometimes you just can’t see
When you don’t have a care in the world
Sometimes, it’s Terror!
Annie’s Story, Blessed With A Gift
I have just started a second beta reader on my upcoming book–Historical Fiction Based On Fact, Past-Life Hypnotic Regression. I wanted to share what my reader, who had asked me to beta read the book after seeing my last blog on “Annie”. This is what she had to say after reading just the first two small chapters where Annie’s parents die of the dreaded fever prevalent in early Colonial America:
OK, they died and passed to another dimension…got that. Don’t leave me hanging; what’s next?!?
Obviously I am hooked. And that is not easy because from all my years proofreading, grammatical errors, etc., become very distracting to me. Your writing has none of those. Plus it reads fast ( if you know what I mean). I hate reading where I have to stop and focus on every single word.
Frankly, I am picky about what fiction I read and I find yours intriguing. Your characters are beautifully brought to life (which you promptly killed-off) without excess verbiage — kudos.
You made me cry. Not because she died but understanding the utter despair he must have felt conscious enough to ken what was coming.
I have been sending little excerpts from my upcoming book, “Annie’s Story, Blessed With A Gift” and sharing some wonderful comments from my Beta Reader, www.wordpress/SusieShy.com Please check out Susie’s blog. She is an amazing young woman that has much to say and knows how to say it.
Today I want to share my latest communication with her and my response. Susie showed me something about myself that I didn’t even realize, but more importantly why this Historical Fiction Book based on fact is timely for the future, not just knowledge of the past.
Thank you, Susie, for letting me see the forest, instead of just the trees.
Comment on unfinished Section VI, Annie’s Story, Blessed With A Gift:
Debbie,
Read this section and am left with anticipation of what comes next. How pitiful were the lives of people who do not look, speak, talk, think like others do. And the majority or the strong take it on themselves to purge society of those who are different- Hitler a case in example. In modern parlance perhaps would take the form of bullying – school bullying, bullying at home, bullying of wives by husbands and of animals by humans- everywhere the perpetrator seems to be a human, who thinks himself superior to others. Things have not changed much in the 21st century from what it was in the 17th.
I am glad Annie had her grandma and Janie to look out for her.
I can just understand the torture you go through when you see lives as they were lived during those times and especially when you know now, that there was really nothing extraordinary about the ones they thought different. A little more sensitivity, love, care for nature or for others was all these ” weak” different people exhibited and for that they were often physically tortured.
Susie
Susie,
You have so much wisdom and understanding of the Universe. I am always so humbled by your comments. I almost waited before sending you these few chapters because they were so bleak and feared you would be upset by them, but I wanted to share with you the reality of my research, which you are so right, mirrors the atrocities of our modern society. We watch in tears and sadness or close our eyes to the truth. Either way, the human experience is denied the reality from which we learn and evolve.
History, unfortunately, does repeat itself. Somehow humankind never learns, even with a loving God watching over us. Yet, we are blessed if we but reach out with our love, but we can only change one person–our own self, our own reflection.
You have shown me why I am so driven to finish this story. It’s not a synopsis to inform what history has taught us, but rather that history has remained the same. You have given me much to ponder and even more fortitude to share Annie’s love and shining spirit with the world, so needed for the future. Will it make a difference? Probably not, but each life Annie touches has a chance to contemplate, believe, redeem…or naught.
I respectfully ask you again in loving kindness if I may share your words on my blog. We are but two lone voices in the dark, but Annie’s message is timeless.
Thank you, Deborah
Annie, a dwarfed, mentally slow, white light healer in Colonial America in the mid-1600s
