My book and other writings
I am currently looking for a publisher to partner with a novel with the working title "The Book Of Sam" about Sam whose spirit is awoken, then chooses to return to sleep.
Estimated publication date is sometime in the fall of 2013.
You can read more of my writing on his previous Blog - http://beautifulshadows1.blogspot.ca/
Also there are some pieces at Peace Villages - http://www.peacevillages.com/
If you have any suggestions for blog posts or if you have any questions you would like to see publicly answered please submit your ideas to [email protected]
Estimated publication date is sometime in the fall of 2013.
You can read more of my writing on his previous Blog - http://beautifulshadows1.blogspot.ca/
Also there are some pieces at Peace Villages - http://www.peacevillages.com/
If you have any suggestions for blog posts or if you have any questions you would like to see publicly answered please submit your ideas to [email protected]
The Book Of Sam - Sample- I am the calmness and the chaos, the quiet man and the loud speaker. I am the liar and the truth teller, the dancer or the sit and waiter. I am the enlightened and the ignorant, the bright and the dim, the light and the darkness. I am the cause and the effect, the disease and the cure, the pain and the release. Within each and every action there is both the abuser and an abused.
Small towns or big, rural or downtown, does not matter, one cannot escape themselves. We might try to distract ourselves, blame others or circumstances for all our misfortune. We have excuses for all our blues. We have fingers to point and hell if we don’t point them at all who cross our path. It is safe and easy to attach blame onto others. What if one took responsibility for their own lives? What could we all create together if we stopped blaming others and separating ourselves from our own truths? What if the greatest power in you is to stop looking out for answers and start looking in? Do you even know how to do that? Invite yourself to yourself. Find the truth within. Find the layers of misconception, blame, anger and separation and get rid of them. Build a foundation of self-honesty. Do what is best for yourself. Tend to your needs. Listen to your lies, to your song, to your anger. Love your pains. Love your ugly side. Love your failure. |
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The gentle southern wind was dusting the lush green fields with soft dandelion seeds. This was Sam’s favorite time of year. Late summer, no bugs, long hot days, cool nights. The stars would dance at night and Sam would join them, spinning until he was too dizzy to go on. He would lie on the ground in the field of long dried grass, starring at the universe not in wonder but in appreciation. Sam loved being alive. He loved being present in this point in time. The smell of the air, the feeling of the soft wind on his face, the chill of the ground under him, it all made his heartbeat strong, his eye open wide, and his spirit feel free. There are people who glide through their life unnoticed. They seem to be always on the fringe. No ones soul mate, no ones best friend. They are just there. Sam was one of these people. He was not alone, at least he did not feel alone. He was just, himself. When Sam was a young boy he spent a great deal of time looking out the window of his classrooms. Teachers thought there was something wrong with Sam. ADD, autism, aspergers syndrome were the common diagnosis that Sam was told he might have. Sam was tested regularly and by many old men and eager young women. “Sam’s a bright boy, not very focused, easily distracted” They would tell his parents. Sam loved the world from the first day he was born. He actually had a vivid recollection of his birth. He had spent a month in an ashram in Nepal a few years ago in a silent meditation retreat. No talking for 40 days. Somewhere in that time Sam had a vision of his birth. The first thing he remembered where the bright lights in his eyes. Then it was the cold hands of the doctor or nurse, he could not tell who grabbed him first. Sam had to release the trauma of the cold bright entry to this world. There were noises and they kept moving him around. People where passing him around and poking him and putting stuff on him. Then they passed him to his mother. Sam remembered the first time he met his mother. She was beautiful, soft and smelled so good. Sam had a great mother, a stressed out mess of a mother, but a great one. She gave all she had, even if she was a little lacking in extra fuel to get her through everyday. Sam’s mother was always giving it all. She was soft, very observant, over worked and under supported. She had crafted a safe life for Sam, filled with the wonders and experiences of the world. Sam was a happy boy for the most part. He wished to be held, touched and physically loved more, but he was fed, warm, stimulated, and cared for. He grew up stable and strong. Lying on the grassy field, pondering the brilliance of the universe Sam was once again thinking of his youth. How had he been so lucky? There were no wars or guns, no hunger or disease, there was a peace in his world that few humans had ever experienced. He grew up in a peaceful, prosperous time. |