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Take A Look At My Book

I haven’t posted on Women of Spirit and Light recently. I’ve been writing a juvenile fiction book called River Adventure. Please take a look at my website: http://bit.ly/1uUygZzpaddlewheeler2

RIVER ADVENTURE NOW IN PAPERBACK.
I am so excited to announce my new children’s book, River Adventure. River Adventure features life on the Mississippi River in 1874. The two principle characters are Daisy Clover a Caucasian girl and Lincoln Johnson an African American Boy. Daisy and Linc become friends and find adventure on the banks of the Mississippi where they help the sheriff catch a gang of cutthroats terrorizing the river. This fun mystery will keep kids on the edge of their seats as Daisy and Linc escape one daring adventure after another. The book includes Mississippi River and Missouri history, including details about the beautiful paddle wheel steamboats that steamed up and down the river. Please check out my River Adventure video on my website at: http://bit.ly/1uUygZz

I’ve never published a book by myself before. It was scary and very exciting. I hope you will love it as much as I do! Please consider buying River Adventure for your children and grandchildren. The price is $7.99 plus shipping. I’d appreciate your support.
Thanks, Jane Johnson
You can place an order at: http://createspace.com/5244993

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Mountain Bride

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Like a bride and her maids adorned in the handmade lace of God, the tiny grove of Aspen trees stands shimmering in the morning mist.

I watch you tremble, like a shy, young virgin on her wedding night. A ray of sunshine illuminates your shimmering veil, held in place by birds of sky blue.

Surrounded by your sisters, the breeze ruffles your petticoats in a joyous celebration of innocence and youth.

The wind whistles a cosmic love song, while the softly falling rain whispers the knowledge every young bride must know.

As I watch you drift away in the morning mist, I feel an empty place in my heart for beauty so exquisite, yet so fleeting.
Jane Johnson

Bright Morning Star

Morning StarYou float in the eastern sky at the first light of dawn, so bright, so perfect.
My heart melts as Sister Moon reaches out and cups you in her hand.

Violet rays of the raising sun shoot purple fingers of light into the velvet black sky.

No matter where I go you are always with me.
Each day you go before me, a sign of promise for the new day.
Jane Johnson

Blessing For A Marriage

ARE YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE GETTING MARRIED? HERE IS A WONDERFUL POEM TO READ AT THE CEREMONY.

May your marriage bring you all the exquisite excitements a marriage should bring, and may life grant you also patience, tolerance, and understanding.

May you always need one another – not so much to fill your emptiness as to help you to know your fullness. A mountain needs a valley to be complete; the valley does not make the mountain less, but more; and the valley is more a valley because it has a mountain towering over it. So let it be with you and you.

May you need one another, but not out of weakness.
May you want one another, but not out of lack.
May you entice one another, but not compel one another.
May you embrace one another, but not out encircle one another.
May you succeed in all important ways with one another, and not fail in the little graces.
May you look for things to praise, often say, “I love you!” and take no notice of small faults.

If you have quarrels that push you apart, may both of you hope to have good sense enough to take the first step back.

May you enter into the mystery which is the awareness of one another’s presence – no more physical than spiritual, warm and near when you are side by side, and warm and near when you are in separate rooms or even distant cities.
May you have happiness, and may you find it making one another happy.
May you have love, and may you find it loving one another.
~ James Dillet Freeman ~

Bride & Groom

Grandpa’s Girl

Grampa

She was always Grandpa’s favorite. So perfect and so fair.
She looked just like an angel, with light blond, curly hair.

Grandpa was a tough one, to her he showed his heart.
He melted at her slightest touch, she had him from the start.

She grew into a women, and still she loved him so.
Whenever he was near her his smile would beam and glow.

He shared her with his many friends who traveled far and wide.
He’d tuck her arm through his strong one and keep her by his side.

He felt she was more like him, a self created man.
She knew where she was going; she had a master plan.

Jane Johnson

Somewhere in Space

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We are but a small band of adventures cast on the shore of the future,
clinging to each other as we explore living with intent.

We may feel alone now, but soon others will join us in our quest.
They will point to us as Elders as each is awakened at just the perfect moment.

Although our Outpost is small, we are joined in unity of purpose by those who have gone before;
standing side by side with us in spirit, their presence makes a mighty number.

The pull of the world is strong but we hang tough least we be lost in time.
It’s cold out here in space but we look to the stars, and are warmed by His love.

Jane Johnson

Spring at Last!

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I feel the breeze upon my face.
I hear the bird’s sweet song.
I know that Spring is on the way,
and now it won’t be long.

The sun shines so much brighter.
Fat buds are everywhere.
It’s like a new beginning.
I’m free without a care.
Jane Johnson

HOW DO YOU LOVE

womenLet us be women willing to lay down our sword words, our sharp looks, our ignorant silence and towering stance and fill the earth now with extravagant Love.

Let us be women who Love.

Let us be women who make room.

Let us be women who open our arms and invite others into an honest, spacious, glorious embrace.

Let us be women who carry each other.

Let us be women who give from what we have.

Let us be women who leap to do the difficult things, the unexpected things and the necessary things.

Let us be women who live for Peace.

Let us be women who breathe Hope.

Let us be women who create beauty.

Let us be women who Love.

Let us be a sanctuary where God may dwell.

Let us be a garden for tender souls.

Let us be a table where others may feast on the goodness of God.

Let us be a womb for Life to grow.

Let us be women who Love.

Let us rise to the questions of our time.

Let us speak to the injustices in our world.

Let us move the mountains of fear and intimidation.

Let us shout down the walls that separate and divide.

Let us fill the earth with the fragrance of Love.

Let us be women who Love.

Let us listen for those who have been silenced.

Let us honour those who have been devalued.

Let us say, Enough! with abuse, abandonment, diminishing and hiding.

Let us not rest until every person is free and equal.

Let us be women who Love.

Let us be women who are savvy, smart and wise.

Let us be women who shine with the light of God in us.

Let us be women who take courage and sing the song in our hearts.

Let us be women who say, Yes to the beautiful, unique purpose seeded in our souls.

Let us be women who call out the song in another’s heart.

Let us be women who teach our children to do the same.

Let us be women who Love.

Let us be women who Love, in spite of fear.

Let us be women who Love, in spite of our stories.

Let us be women who Love loudly, beautifully, Divinely.

Let us be women who Love.-Idelette

Mountain Forest

A SHINY BLACK BIRD GLIDES THROUGH THE TREES.
THE SMELL OF PINE AWAKENS MY SOUL.

BLUE BELLS NODDING IN THE SUN
OFFER THEIR NECTAR TO THE HUMMINGBIRD
AS THE WIND WHISPERS SECRETS TO THE TREES.

THE STREAM LAUGHS AND APPLAUDS MY PASSING
THEN RUSHES DOWNHILL.
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A FAWN DRINKS FROM THE STREAM,
TRUSTING AND FEARLESS, SENSING MY LOVE.
MY MIND IS CLEAR, MY SOUL IS HEALED.
Jane Johnson

Midnight Black Bird

billie2She sings for the good times, she sings for the bad.
She sings when she’s happy, she sings when she’s sad.
Our Midnight Black Bird she sings her own song.
Her voice is like magic, her tones hot and strong.

She sings at the club just down the street,
where jazz fills the air with it’s grooves and it’s beat.
Dark and smoky, a cool candle flame,
the boys in the band all whisper her name.

She sings to the moon, she sings to her man,
she sings to the angels because she can.
Our Midnight Black Bird she sings her own song,
her voice is like magic, her tones hot and strong.

Her hair black as midnight sways with each move,
her eyes close with passion, she’s now in the groove.
Her tones pierce my heart, bring tears to my eyes
and make me aware of my fears and my lies.
Our Midnight Black Bird she sings her own song,
her voice is like magic, her tones hot and strong.
Jane Johnson