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My life journey
/in Writer /by pappiroI wrote Clara and the Magic Circles to my 8 year old self. Through my life journey I have learned to embrace the power of gratitude as the path to manifesting my dreams. And no matter the circumstances I found that it’s still possible to believe in one’s own limitless potential. I had so much fun writing about Clara’s great adventure into a world of magic and miracles. I hope to inspire children that they are not their circumstances. They are enough. They are worthy. They are the hero’s of their own lives.
Upon a flower
/in Cavan Column /by pappiroWhen I gaze upon a flower, for a moment, every worrisome thought vanishes and what’s left is a delicious feeling of anticipation. I see a vision of sunshine and spring and lazy summer days with picnics, friends and wild flowers. My heart beats for magical evenings under twinkling stars, flowers illuminated by flickering candlelight.
When I gaze upon a flower…