Always jump in puddles! Always skip alongside the flowers. The only fights worth fighting are the pillow and food varieties.
In every real man/lady is a child hidden that wants to play.
Please share your thoughts...
Angel on your shoulder, I am not very big, in fact, I am quite small. I sit on your shoulder, and hear when you call. I go everywhere with you though you can't see me. I am with you always, even in your dreams. I share your laughter, dry your tears when you cry. Every day I'm so proud cause, I see how hard you try. I don't have a name, and I'll never grow older, but, for as long as you live I'll be your little Angel on your shoulder. Poem taken from my childrens book "Angel on My Shoulder"
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About Me
- Dawn
- Belleville, Ontario, Canada
- I have a vision of reaching out to the younger generation, through inspiration, to empower these young individuals into having strong, confident, and positive minds and prepare them for a bright future ahead. I am in continued process of putting together and publishing a series of childrens books that can offer the best chance to place the right book in the hands of many children. I hope that you will see my vision as a wonderful experience for any child to learn and grow from.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Inner Child.
To be accused of being child-like is heard as a compliment. We still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. We tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. We still listen to instinctual urges, play with leaves and skip down the street and run against the wind. When watering the garden we always soak ourself. It has been after such times of joy that we have achieved our greatest creativity and produced our best work.
Always jump in puddles! Always skip alongside the flowers. The only fights worth fighting are the pillow and food varieties.
In every real man/lady is a child hidden that wants to play.
Please share your thoughts...
Always jump in puddles! Always skip alongside the flowers. The only fights worth fighting are the pillow and food varieties.
In every real man/lady is a child hidden that wants to play.
Please share your thoughts...
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