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LeeAnn



Booksie Address: http://www.booksie.com/LeeAnn
Country: United States
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Favorite book: Morning Girl- Michael Dorris
Member Since: Feb 3, 2012

Featured Writing

Vitality: My Spiritual Autobiography

Novel by LeeAnn
Posted: Feb 3, 2012
When I was four years old, I was diagnosed with Aspergers...
Tags:spirituality, spiritual, nature, autobiography, autism

Writing Portfolio

Staircase to Paradise

Poem by LeeAnn
Posted: Mar 28, 2012
Wisdom is climbing a staircase to discover how much we...

Tapestry of Time

Poem by LeeAnn
Posted: Feb 6, 2012
Time is a tapestry woven by the fingers of God.

Learning to Fly: After-graduation poem

Poem by LeeAnn
Posted: Feb 6, 2012
After a graduation of any kind, our souls must set forth...

A Dozen Red Roses

Short Story by LeeAnn
Posted: Feb 5, 2012
Tragedy opened my eyes to a new compassion for the Latino...

Spirits Enterwined

Poem by LeeAnn
Posted: Feb 5, 2012
A poem I wrote as I grieved the loss of my first love....

Vitality: My Spiritual Autobiography

Novel by LeeAnn
Posted: Feb 3, 2012
When I was four years old, I was diagnosed with Aspergers...



 

Hello, I'm currently a senior in college in the middle of the bustle of classes and homework. Still, I try as often in possible to find time for writing. This is not yet a habit of mine, but I plan to make it so step by step.  Don't know why I haven't already, so I simply chalk it up to a lack of confidence, which resulted in a lack of discipline. When I look back on my childhood, I see a group of children running around collecting clovers, acorns, dandelions and buttercups for a shrinking potion, so we could grow smaller and see the world as an ant would, full of mystery and grandeur. Of course we wouldn't get trampled, because we grew wings from another potion we used to turn us into faeries. Today when I look back on how idealistic and carefree my sister, cousins and I were as children, I long for that. When we got hurt, it wasn't a broken heart, but a scraped elbow or knee our mothers could kiss and heal. Just recently, I am becoming this child, gazing at this world through a lens of curiosity and wonder in the vast majesty of this world, particularly nature, spirituality and the beauty of the soul.

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