Chasing Butterflies in the Unseen Universe-COMING SOON!
Hello dear friends!
Book Three is COMING SOON! November 2015 it will be available to the public.(fingers crossed!) I’m really excite about this. I have been asked by many if this is the last in the series. I have to say yes. BUT and that is a big but, there is a lot of area’s that I can branch off from. (So it’s not the last you will ever hear from the characters!) I have a lot of really cool things I am working on. I have a few short stories I plan to publish real soon. I also have a poetry book in the works. I have some really cool holistic approaches to heath care I have been trying out and plan to do a few blog post to share what I think. Book number 3 ! I still can’t believe it! I’ll give you a little peek….
Ripley seeing reflections
“Look at the stars, see their beauty. And in that beauty, see yourself.”-Draya Mooney
The year is 2056 and at eighty-six years old, in a world whispering-nothing is the way it was, I, Ripley Smith Watson, stand closer to the end of my journey. At least it felt like time danced by faster these days. My husband passed the year I turned eighty. That point of my life, my journey had ended. Brightest of days had long since passed. Questions of where I would go at the end of my journey called life, were a constant these days. Would I have a legacy to leave behind for my family, my daughter Lindsey, and my grandchildren? Will I be just a memory for them? Did I teach them well enough? Was Dee right with her belief of transition? Was Lizzy right with the idea of heaven existing? I was never much of a believer in spiritualism or organized religion. Things were just as they were. I never questioned that matter. From years of working for my father at the hardware store and eventually the hardware store became my store, I saw life just as I did hardware. I called my belief Hardware-ism.
You need good tools to build a home or a happy life for that matter. Each tool has its job to help in creating each life and you build your own desired outcome. May it be a home, a child’s tree house and even a bridge to cross over a river.
I considered myself more of an atheist back in my younger days than I am now. Now, I teetered on the fences of belief, the fence I built with my tools…(Unedited version)
COMING SOON!!! Chasing Butterflies in the Unseen Universe
Jorja DuPont Oliva