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AuthorHouse, Oct 18, 2007 - Poetry - 188 pages
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He Even Made the Leaves Dance is a collection of Tapestries created while living in Heidelberg, Germany, and travelling within Europe. A bittersweet saga of a woman living & writing for a Magazine in Manhattan, and going on a sabatical of sorts to visit friends from Amerika now living in Heidelberg. There is no true beginning to the writings, no middle, and trully no end...just an outpouring of thoughts while living there. Taking liberty with imagination and just putting pen to paper. Just when the reader begins to think it is a story, it gets unjointed, wanders off into other waters or pathways...but always seems to find itself right back where it all began. Life is and can be disjointed, yet we all have lights to help guide our way. the dream for He Even Made the Leaves Dance is that it will sit/rest on people's kaffee tables, nightstands, kitchen windowsills... and just send out an energy that it desires to be picked up. No table of contents necessary. Whether a reader reads the first tapestry, one in the middle, or the last tapestry the gift hoped for is that the reader will find something on the pages they chose to read, that will enable them to see their own reflection. A saga from birth to death, and every imaginal occurrence in between. So please sit back, settle in, and take a look inside...I know you will see yourself...smiling back at yourself, the reader. If any of the contents enables you to feel...than my gift back to the Universe has been accomplished....Namaste

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Born into this world uninvited...seemingly unwelcomed.
Never the less she came with valice and passport already in tow.
Losing her Mother at only ten, and never a rememberance of meeting her Father, raised by a Grandmother that instilled within her eternal Hope and Love.
She began writing shortly after the death of her Mother as a cathartic balm...creating a world as she thought it should be?
Always sitting at a station somewhere anticipating a journey.
Published frequently in smaller ways whenever and wherever possible.
Then upon marriage to a soldier the valice and passport took meaning and the cathartic balm began to replicate itself into reality as she saw it.
A hopeless romantic and a believer in always a happing ending...began living life as it really was...a vagabond of sorts I would guess.
Mother of two wonderful grown sons, and grandmother of two.
Having travelled the United States in depth with the military, lived in Great Britian, Heidelberg, Germany...and visited many other beautiful countries along the way...finding that the journey still continues.
Temporarily living in Phoenix, Arizona, waiting for the next train to arrive....

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