Keeping It Simple - Imagine Being Whole is an exploration of the trinity which is Meditation, the Seven Major Chakras and Psychospiritual Therapy.From the AuthorWhen I put together the pages of Keeping It Simple my thought was that if this book helps one person in this chaotic world I will feel I have accomplished a job well done. I was unprepared for the number of people who have come to me and told me that the reading of this book for them has been positively life-changing. For this I am happy and I am grateful.
Susie Donnelly is missing. Has she run away? Is it a kidnapping? A murder? Without exception the residents of Crabapple Court do not like to draw attention to themselves or to their homes. They do not like publicity. They do not appreciate media attention but this day, whether they like it or not, the Fairmont residents are keeping them under strict scrutiny. Indeed the eyes of the entire country are fixed upon them.
Excerpt from: Moose Road, a Canadian Tragedyby Audrey AustinChapter One: SEVEN DWELL NEAR "Tell me a story, tell me a story, tell me a story and remember what you said." Ever since that terrible day of the tragic accident each of the residents who live by my side has a tale to tell. Yes, everyone has a story and each story teller speaks his own truth. What I do find curious is the fact that no two stories are alike. Each is unique in its own way. I am of the opinion that truth is multi-sided and speaks from many hearts. A very long time ago I heard someone repeat the words of Winston Churchill who is purported to have said, "The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is." Yes, indeed, there it is. Truth is multi-sided and it dares to speak from many hearts. I have been around for a very long time. I existed in this very location even before man decided to give me a name. I guess that makes me old and, that being the case, I confess I am very old. I was here before any person chose this place to build a home. I have always thought I possessed a firm grasp on reality but since the day of the tragedy I am questioning for the first time the meaning and the impact of truth. I have more questions than answers. Is it possible that truth is, indeed, no more than one's personal perception?Each individual's truth, until shared, is locked in a sacred space in one's memory. Memory does have its share of weakness. It can be faulty. As weeks turn into months memory is often tested. "Tell me a story and remember what you said."I find it very interesting that the residents of the seven farms impacted by the tragedy each retain a different personal memory of the accident and its aftermath. Although I am well aware that it would not occur to any ordinary human that an old long-travelled country road could possibly have the capacity to remember, I can assure you that I do. Yes, indeed, I do have a memory. Even though I am very old it remains a good one. I do remember well. Some thoughts give me reason to smile while other memories I would prefer to forget. I have learned that the more painful memories are the most stubborn; the least likely to be forgotten and the most likely to be remembered. Even when a human believes he has managed to bury a painful memory he has not. That remembrance will pop up like a jack-in-the-box. It will present itself at the most odd and unexpected of times and sometimes even in the form of a recurrent dream. Of course, I am not a human. I can assure you that I am a no nonsense road; plain, practical and from my very first appearance on earth many generations ago I have made it my focused mission to do my duty and fulfill my purpose as I see fit. I have always taken great pride in my existence and to this very day I do my best to serve those who choose to travel upon my surface. Unlike humans who are, I have learned, sometimes very superficial creatures, I am not shallow. I don't blame the travelers for being unable to see beneath my surface. But I assure you I am not just the visible thin layer of gravel you might observe at first glance. I do have substance. Yes, I am old now. I have been here in this spot in northern Ontario, Canada for many interesting and enduring lifetimes. Although I am a road less travelled I am still in pretty good shape. I expect I'll be here for a few more generations. I can see no good reason why I should not continue to be here. I have never existed anywhere else on this earth and this is my home.
Maurice Wilson lives in Salt River, a small town near Cape Town, South Africa. He is the son of a black father and a Caucasian mother. After the sudden death of his parents he makes the decision to move to High River, Alberta, Canada, the place of his mother's birth in search of a sense of belonging. He becomes a Canadian citizen, is employed as a mail carrier for Canada Post. The morning of his first day on the job he meets Alison Pierce, a plain woman whose silent passions run deep. Shortly into her relationship with Maurice all her hopes for fulfillment plummet however she continues to live with him for more than twenty-five years. In their later years Maurice and Alison become acquainted with the Internet and with the Senior Befriender Chat Room. When temptation with the name of Conrad enters their lives the shared bonds of loyalty and trust are put in jeopardy. Will deception rule the day?
Poetry from A to Z is a collection of poems, some of which have been previously published in various anthologies. This collection includes a variety of subjects and styles for your reading enjoyment.
Reawakening is a novel that reveals itself in a place called Notsew. Here is a story that takes the reader on a journey, along with the story's characters, far from earth. In this place called Notsew the powers that be have great curiosity. They want to learn more about why human beings do the things they do and mostly they want to learn about some strange phenomena best described as emotion. The story's characters find themselves unwilling participants in an experiment. I dedicated this story to my dear sister, Muriel, because she just loved it. Of all the things I had written this was her favourite. And though my sister is now also far from earth the love we shared continues to make me feel as close to her as ever.Although I didn't know it at the time I wrote Reawakening, I believe there were greater forces at work. Why do I think this? Because the love my sister & I continue to share is the kind of love shared by the characters in this story. Nothing and no one - not even death - can lessen the power of love.
SILENT STAR Plus a Dozen SELECTIONSThe original publication of The Silent Star plus a Dozenalthough available in Kindle formatis no longer available in print formatapart from a very few copies I have on hand.This is why I have chosen these selectionsto bring new life to the original anthology. I hope you will enjoy the "Selections".
Simply BE is a collection of inspirational thoughts, sayings and quotations. This book is a reminder of the importance of striving to be who we really are. It's all about choice, and knowing that who we really are is a good thing to be, I wanted to illustrate this book although I am not a visual artist. The most important thing I hope to illustrate is that we don't have to be perfect. We do the best we can with what we have and give thanks.It is my hope that Simply BEWill encourage you to step upAnd be all that you know you can be.
"The Last Drop" is a storybook told in rhyming couplets written for young children. Alison and her brother Bobby are experiencing a very unhappy rainy day but umbrellas in pink and blue save the day. This story is educational. Each rhyming couplet begins with the letter A, B, C., etc. until the story is told. This helps the young reader to learn and enjoy the alphabet. "The Last Drop" is written by Audrey Austin.Cover design is by Susan Ruby K. of Yuneekpix.com
From the author: Throughout the past two years writing my memoir has been a most difficult challenge, however, I am happy that I have, at last, completed part one. I hope one day, in the not too distant future, to be publishing part two which will be titled All Them Houses - from John, Paul, to Bedlam.I am an ordinary woman. Each day I put one foot in front of the other and live my life, but there have been times throughout the past seventy-four years when I have felt like my life has been living me. I have sometimes felt like I am a stranger outside; an observer looking in on events that I don't always understand. This writing has been cathartic for me, but I hope interesting to a reader. I find memoir writing to be very challenging, much more difficult than fiction writing and, for me, it is a very slow process. I can only hope I will live long enough to complete part two. At the same time I always hope that I will not out-live myself. Yes, it is true; I live in hope.These excerpts from my life are true from my perspective and as I experienced them.I encourage all women to write a memoir.
This story is my journey through the grief of losing the love of my life. I began writing this story in September, 2017, one month after his transition, and I finished August 18, 2019; eleven days prior to the second anniversary of his death. The writing of this story is cathartic but it is my deepest hope and desire that, for those of you who have also lost someone very near and dear to you, my writing will be of benefit and comfort to you. For as long as we remember them, they are not far. Life is good and life goes on. ♥
