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Notes From The Blue Roof

PrefaceNotes from the Blue Roof was not originally written to be read, not even by me. The pieces have no titles. There is no particular subject, no sequence, just conversation. I write in my journals and literally and figuratively turn the page.In the search for a place of solitude, quiet and sanctity, I wandered aimlessly around Galleon House Bed and Breakfast the first two weeks. I tried balc...

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Print Length: 178 pages
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 069226552X
Publisher: Inner Child Press, ltd. (October 7, 2014)
Publication Date: October 7, 2014
Language: English
ASIN: B00OA63KCU
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I'm looking forward to more books by Crystal Brown. I mean, her mother even said so right before she died and those words cling to Maia constantly, thinking that it's probably true: disaster seem to follow wherever she goes, after all. Working at Two Peas in a Pod is always fun, and now it could possibly get even better. book Notes From The Blue Roof Pdf. SPOILER WARNING - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEDLAST CHANCEDetailed comments - bringing back long-dead main characters via Larkin's ghost-seeing and via what is later blamed on Soric is a nice way to see faces long-missed. The problem with this book is it is horribly overwritten. It certainly comes in handy when addressing conflict resolution in interpersonal relationship; It provides mindfulness strategies which could be use in combination with other techniques to raise the consciousness level of all parties involve. The Old Turks Load by Gregory Gibson is a quick time trip back to 1967.
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nies and stairways, benches and pool chaises, I even tried sitting in the dirt on a hillside and I couldn’t get still enough to write. It wasn’t until one morning that I went down to paint my apartment that I figured out I could walk on to an adjacent rooftop. Hard, seeping blue color, exposed to the elements and dirty, it is the perfect spot to be still. It is the perfect spot to see, hear and reflect on what my life could mean.Here, on my blue roof, I talk to God. I read His word. I smile at His beauty. I argue with Him. I plead with Him. I thank Him. I laugh at the smallness of my understanding. Here, on my blue roof, it’s just Him and me before the whole day gets started. I write because that’s how I know to order my thoughts. I write because it’s my way of communicating. I write because it is my way of making sense of this world we live in. I write because I love.Bill and I have dream chats. We talk about books that we want to write or the direction that a project is going or sometimes just how we feel about life itself. During one of these chats about what I thought was my next project, he asked me about the blue roof. Previously, I had shared a few things here and there about my roof as well as making reference to it on a few Inner Child programs as a place of reflection and healing. We chatted about the pieces and he suggested that I gather them all in one place and publish as a book. I was hesitant. The pieces that I had not shared were even more personal and transparent that I didn’t think I could stand the scrutiny or the knowing that so much of me was in someone else’s hands to judge.I took it back to the roof and there I understood that this is a gift. The words are a gift and meant to be shared. I can’t be scared of being judged for my faith, my lack of faith, my questioning, my joy, my pain, my journey. Here I am, all human, all greatfilled.May you find the courage to ask the questions.May you find the stillness to hear His answers.Gail Weston Shazor