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A compilation of various Spirit inspired themes which possess a Haiku, Poem, and Story for each theme. Each theme touches upon common issues we all face in our everyday human existence. They are beautifully and vividly told to draw in the reader and ultimately open them up to inner self-exploration. After each theme a work-page is provided to further assist in self-examination and soul growth. The lessons are presented in a non-preachy way so that the reader is joyfully swept into the character’s journey without feeling put upon. This book is self-help by choice and either way the reader chooses; it will be enjoyable and fulfilling.
Here is a small excerpt from my book. Hope you enjoy it!
The Universe Provides
I’ve cast my net on the waters,
I am patiently waiting on the surf’s edge,
For I usually twist and turn my big nets,
I push and I pull
But lately I’ve come to the conclusion
I now put my future successes
The universe with God’s guidance
I’ll watch, and I’ll pray as it drifts out to sea
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The Fisherman’s Plight
Once upon a time… there lived a solitary fisherman. It was a very hard life, made much harder by the fisherman trying to control everything. He tried to control the rolling seas. He tried to control the amount of the catch. He tried to control the amount of rain that fell. He tried to control the outcome each and every time he forcefully flung out his nets. It took awhile for this seasoned and weathered mariner to come to the realization that all his attempts to control what he could not control were not yielding satisfactory results. This mattered none, however, because each day at the break of dawn he would prepare his gear, his boat, but never his attitude. The sea was something to be tamed by him, the fish were something he was entitled to, and the weather when he might concede that this was something had to accept, he begrudgingly did but not every day. He got his strength and stubborn determination as well as his need to command everything around him from his father. He took on the day as if going into battle. His weapons were always drawn and ready to strike. He was constantly dueling with the very things that were intended to give him the utmost comfort. The other fisherman would end their day laughing and joking enjoying their lives. He never socialized much and kept to himself. The taverns at night would be rowdy and boisterous filled to the rafters with the town’s fishermen boasting or moaning about the day’s catch. These hardy men would be surrounded by their wives and multitude of rambunctious children, eating, drinking and laughing the night away. As far as a family was concerned, to our disillusioned captain, never felt the need to bother to create one. He once loved a woman in his youth, but she made it perfectly clear the sea shore and the smell of fish was not her cup of tea. Only once when he had gazed deep into her jet black hair and equally dark eyes had he entertained the idea to quit and give up the only thing he knew. She was stunningly beautiful with a personality to match. But in the end the draw of the sea won out. So our lonely fisherman would never be found lifting a pit and making a toast to a better day. No, our feisty fisherman-would always be too exhausted and spent to even crack a smile. He yanked his boat through the hard unforgiving sand, with stinging waves crashing against him, and angrily dumped it on the shore. For God only knew how many battles he’d fought that day and lost.
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One evening in sheer exhaustion, he stayed on the beach near his boat and rested. He spied a
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