Magic Makers: from Cranberry Dusk

Every month I share an excerpt from one of my books. For September, I’m sharing an inspirational poem from Cranberry Dusk that encourages us to embrace our differences and uniqueness. Because this world needs more dreamers, visionaries, wishers, star gazers, and magic makers. In peace and love, BethAnne   Magic Makers You don’t have to be what this world tells you to be or kneel … Continue reading Magic Makers: from Cranberry Dusk

Who I’ll Be: from Heliotrope Nights

Every month I share an excerpt from one of my books. For August I’m sharing a short essay/prose piece from Heliotrope Nights called Who I’ll Be. It is a reflection on how it takes courage to give ourselves the space to  change and the space to nurture an unmet self. But it is only through finding that kind of courage that we can self-actualize and … Continue reading Who I’ll Be: from Heliotrope Nights

Red Doors: from Heliotrope Nights

Every month I share an excerpt from one of my books. For July- month of fireworks and the leo and summer’s heightened sense of creativity and movement, I thought I’d share Red Doors, one of the essays from the Fire & Light chapter in my latest poetry and prose book, Heliotrope Nights. Happy Reading! BethAnne Once upon a time, in one of my former lives, … Continue reading Red Doors: from Heliotrope Nights

Heliotrope Nights: My Serenity Prayer

These days, time is sneaking by so quietly I almost forgot to announce that I have a new book coming out tomorrow (here’s a sneak peek via the trailer)! My wonderful publisher timed the release for World Environment Day since Heliotrope Nights is a celebration of nature and spirit and soul. The funny things about publication is that by the time the book is published you … Continue reading Heliotrope Nights: My Serenity Prayer

Fifty-Two: from Lamentations of the Sea

Fifty-two. The number of weeks I have left in Alaska. Well, give or take a few since life can sometimes have its own timetable, but approximately one year from today we will be pulling up stakes and moving on across the waters to Kauai. I drove to work this week thinking of the number 52 in my mind. That if things do fall out the … Continue reading Fifty-Two: from Lamentations of the Sea