NaNoWriMo Challenge Beckons Me Again
Goodbye. I’m leaving you after this. I felt I needed to write this because I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring, or the day after. All of it is a mystery to me. And I’m afraid. 
Goodbye. I’m leaving you after this. I felt I needed to write this because I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring, or the day after. All of it is a mystery to me. And I’m afraid. 
I am looking for the type of cover for my latest book, my son. It tells of a Mystical Journey I embarked upon several months ago, arriving in Ithaca, New York, for a three-day retreat. There, I met a teacher who explained how I could understand my life and its meaning.
And like Buddy Holly once said: “That’ll be the day . . . that I die.”
(The following is an excerpt from a book I wrote entitled
“St. Francis of Assisi, A Novel Awakening to Lady Poverty“)
Experiencing the Divine Within Yourself
I found the truth hidden awayin the crevices of my mind, buried beneath what my religious teachers had told me in classes from age eight to fourteen. Yes, there is only one God, but he can only be experienced from within.
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