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An altar of belief:

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An altar by belief,
stands alone in the north west corner,
of my bedroom.
it is the place onto which,
i allow my beliefs to sit.

every once in a while,
i linger there
lighting three candles,
and say my prayers,
with my heart-
not my lips.

my lips do not seem fit.
to express what my heart
longs and shouts out for;
justice, a good life, an omen
or a sign, to allow
me to practice,

the fine art of allowance and
of course self-acceptance.

magical meditations, covered in mystery.
set the stage for most of human
history.

i have an altar of belief which sits,
upon my north-west corner.
Even if my Gods and Goddesses,
are ancient fairy tales to you…

please respect my beliefs,
as I try to respect yours.
if more folks do not try;
to sway and convert the masses,

think of all the less holy wars,
that would be raging
across many a foreign land.

all it takes is a small slit opening,
into your heart,
and some peace and understanding;
for those who see the world much
differently than you do.

blessings-tidings-mote it be,
hence tied by three.

A prayer for the Earth

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A prayer for the Earth by Emily Sturgill 4/23/13

Mother Goddess Gaia,

Oh Great One in the Sky,

Once worshiped as Divine.

Isis, Ra, Nut, Osiris;

Demeter, Hades, Persephone….

Gods and Goddess of old both down and above,

Hear our prayers for our little planet,

and bring forth some love.

Bring us the midnight sky, and her highness the Moon,

shining brightly Round and Full, in her own sheer gorgeous brillance.

Bring us the rainbows at the ends of the storm-clouds,

Light up our souls with sunrise and sunsets,

and the time, spent in-between.

Show us your power and glory-

led us by the example of

Earth’s joyous beauty,

so we treat our planet better and thank her more.

So we give God the Sun, a reason to keep on spinning and shining brightly-

not only for us-but our children too-or the children of others if we bear

no fruit of our own. Dearest Hecate, Gaia, Kali,-Mother Earth,

please forgive our past transgressions,

as we trample our lovely planet,

and take for granted the simple beauty beneath our feet.

The ground, the dirt we walk on is a hallowed

space.

The Earth itself a holy place.

Let’s not forget,

the Earth does not belong to us Alone,

We belong to the Earth itself.

Remember her beauty, <Mother Nature> Goddess Earth,

not just on Earth Day but everyday. Seek out her beauty within all of us, and around us everywhere.

Observe the singularly beauty in her teardrops as the Rain falls,

nurturing our forests and crops.

Observe the Earth’s light within your own,

might and power. It is all around, it is everywhere and everything, it is inside all of us.

It is our Earth and we should respect her.

Earth day drawing1Happy Earth Day everybody.

Check out my other blog on google

http://dirtyfilthybutterflyblues.blogspot.com/2013/04/moody-men.html

This poem, I wrote today about my husband. We’ve been together now almost 13 years, married barely 2.

He is one of those strong silent types. It drives my apes#$! But what can I do? I am in love, still very much with him. I try to accept him as he is. He’s not going to change. And being private its not necessarily a bad thing. It just frustrates me, when i know something is upsetting him but he wont tell me what. so yeah, i wrote a poem about that. The link above is a safe one it’s just my other blog. Some of the poems are different, some are on repeat. it’s a newer blog-so it does not have all the tons of posts this one does. Alrighty then. Check it out. let me know whatcha think???!!!digital art 9 emily and dean 2002

Earth Day Kick off event-

Today I attended a Earth day kick-off event at an Open Art Therapy Studio about a 30 min drive away.

We painted with Moss. It was definitely something I never tried before. I got to see some of my old art therapy friends from school. One, of them asked about my books I’ve been selling. (just in case something like that happened, I had a copy of ALL my books except the one published two days ago.) I showed my friend. And we were talking about my bipolar disorder. A great deal of her younger clients have been diagnosed with bipolar. She had read a good book I had mentioned to her called “Half-way House.” I shyly mentioned that I too, had just written a memoir -personal account of living with bipolar-I had a copy with me, and she was totally digging it, so I offered to sell it to her right on the spot. That worked out awesome for us both-she did not have to wait until it arrived in the mail- and I got a bigger amount as an author.

I don’t know, it was a pretty good day I guess. I have been trying to get this art studio to offer me a job, for several months now. Since, they were in the middle of a workshop they really did not want to talk about that today. That sorta bummed me out. But as my one friend talked to me about my illness, my other friend who already works at the studio, asked if i would mind talking about it to their clients? I was actually initially attempting to “downplay” that issue. (which is hard because it is a huge part of what makes me, ME.)

By the end, I was feeling hungry, frustrated and a bit depressed. When I was saying goodbye to the owner, I casually mentioned my “disability”-she asked about it-so what the hell? I just told her.This seemed a smart move, because she expressed more interest in me after that, she said she knew a lot of people in recovery as adults were SMI-(seriously mentally ill)

but not too many who were Art Therapists too! So maybe, things will turn around. I am ever so hopeful. Because, in the end that is all we have to hang onto-our hopes and our dreams-without those? You are so lost….they are like a magical compass-your hopes and dreams tell you which direction to go.Earth day drawing1earth day drawing 1