I Did It!!

My dear friends!

I know time has passed while I have been continuing to fight those fierce inner battles…but… I’ve been making progress too. So, now that it’s complete, not only am I back, but I can finally share my incredible news with you!

I’ve been hard at work these past months getting my first book, an anthology of my poetry, ready for you!

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As you can see off to the right a pretty little photo of my book (that will take you to Amazon). For 5 days, September 3rd-7th, the ebook version will be free, after that you can purchase it on Kindle or paperback (available now) via Amazon. Also, on Kindle Unlimited you can read it for free as well.

As for the donate button…

I am asking for your help my friends…for your support. Every dollar you so graciously give goes to my roof fund. I am in desperate need of a new one and you could help. I’m trying to raise 1,800.00 as soon as possible. I’ll update weekly to share our progress making this happen!!

Whether you want to just read my book, make a donation, sprinkle me with Amazon stars, or share the word to anyone you think might like it…you have my eternal gratitude.

For all donations $50 dollars and over I’ll mail you a physical, signed copy of my book, with a personal message from me to you and sealed with supremely epic gratitude!

It was the incredible encouragement I received over the years that enabled me to do this and I just want to say that I am so thankful for each of you!! For your loving support and encouragement, thank you again, and again!

Stay tuned for progress updates on some of the other projects I’m working on. I’ll share some updates and funny stories about my journey through self-publishing, as well as a couple poems I’m getting ready for you!

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Fulcrum of Fate…

Circle of Time
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     Fulcrum of Fate…
    Fold the hours…
     Countless breaths…
     Countless hours…
Machinations of Time’s tumultuous
turning marking Soul’s internal clock.
     It chimes in silence…
      Waiting to be heard…
   Wanting…
    Needing…
      Anathema’s antithesis.
    Etchings of truth in totality indelible upon my heart.
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        The Wheel of Fortune spins once more,
Fate weaves another warp, another weft….
    Infernal interim…
Waiting for life to unfold anew…
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Diaphanous Dreamscape….

girl white rose

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I look back trying to find illumination…
Seeking my inspiration…
Pivotal points of perception…
I search for my words…
They’ve left me in the desert of my reality…

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Transport me to my dreamscape…
Let me reside there…
Where words float around me like butterflies of serenity…
Whispering promises of peace…
A balm to soothe my soul…
My self expression…needing release…aching for it…

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I search the depths of my heart…
I see the tears…
The sadness…
The scars I choose to wear inside…
Remembrance of days gone…memories packed away…

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I see with hindsight a succession of happenings…
I see the struggle…
The very battle for my sanity ~ end with the discovery of my voice…
My words…
Each little nuance distinctively mine…

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I see pieces of me creating my sanctuary…
My oasis built from the words woven in my mind…
All ways there waiting for me….
A bouquet of thought…

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 This is my diaphanous dreamscape…
A reflection of me…
My creation…
Born from the ashes of my former life…
Now the foundation on which I rebuild….
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Colloquy with Christina 〜

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This is not a typical style of post for me, but hey…we all have to mix things up every now and then right?! I would never wish to become predictable.  I am writing this to share some exciting news! First, will be a gradual changing of my last name.  I have given this much thought… the tipping point for me was that after much needed and cherished encouragement, I am indeed beginning to compile my poems for a book.

writing quill and notebookThat alone is a rather frightening endeavor for me….frightening and exquisitely exhilarating at the same time! You each have been so very amazing and supportive… I wish to thank you all ever so much for continuing to read, like, comment, follow….this journey. So…while the title for said book is up for debate in my mind…my name is not.

I have considered how you all know me first and foremost as “Christina ~” and secondly…”Christina Brownlee”. For reasons too numerous to explain, I have decided to take back my maiden name for this literary journey I’m embarking on.

Going forward I will be…on this blog then expanding to all the various social media sites, and most especially for any future book(s)…known as…Christina M. Gregory 〜  

It is my most fervent desire, even if my book only sees two sales…it will be with the name my mother gave me, one that includes my brother…his wife and family, and my father…the family who was there in all ways during my darkest hours…it is their name I wish to represent. Besides, I lived with that name for over half my life and I am rather fond of it!

Now that I’ve shared my exciting news re: a poetry anthology with you,  I will also share that I am full of ideas simmering for other projects…some I won’t mention (yet) because I do love to be enigmatic.vintage book flowers

I have another reason for sharing with you all and that my friends is *Accountability*. I know the moment I post this…I am now accountable to see this through. I will not be able to ‘conveniently’ forget, get overwhelmed, too nervous, etc.〜 Though, I do beg for your patience as being a single mom raising 3 kids while running a household does put tremendous demands on my ability to have much free time.

I will share a small hint because I adore you all…I chose this particular title for a reason…the hint? I will use this title for further updates, musings (maybe), and…well….perhaps a few surprises along the way…

Again, I wish to thank each of you for your cherished support and encouragement over these past two years. You are priceless!

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Christina M. Gregory ~

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Preponderance Of Maybe…

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Maybe fills Uncertainty…

Wrapped in risk…

What if’s abound…

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Machinations of love occupy thought…

Permeate senses….

Resonating reason leaving a trail of doubt…

Maybe prowls lurking…

Night’s shadow…

Unceasingly seeking the entrance to Heart’s fortress…

The path I fear to tread…

Caution in bold relief on Soul’s frieze…

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Love…potential probabilities…risk…life…safety…reason…

Internal discourse…

Preponderance of maybe…

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Left behind in the warmth of embrace…

Doubt dissipates…

Forgotten on the shores of Trust’s consistent building…

Daring me to walk on…

Pushing beyond that fear which I hide behind so well…

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One kiss…

Elucidation sets me free…

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Undone….

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Procession of emotions…

Steady succession of thoughts, so rapid they are unfathomable…

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My mind begs surrender to illusion of peace…

Longing for tranquility of thought creating serenity in my soul…

Momentary glimpses of how the scattered pieces will join together…

One by one a blurry picture of future is forged…

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The quest for answers takes me down the path of distraction…

Unexpected knowledge…

New pieces always adding to the potpourri of thought…

Mirage of the new world…

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Conflicted confusion invades serenity…

Discovered distraction surrounds me…where does it dwell?

More illusion or just a dream within a dream?

Did I unknowingly discover these new pieces?

Adding to the journey of solution…

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I close my eyes and ponder…

Trying to find answers…

They are not forthcoming…

Purposely hidden from me…

Faux reality…

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Surreal scenarios leave me aching for illumination…

Conflicted distraction my new companion…

The very lens through which I see myself…

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Tonight…

I am undone…

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Waiting For The Rain…

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On the precipice of reality’s revelation….
Staring out at the majesty of the sea…
Thoughts wander aimlessly..

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My life’s imprint…
Introspective…
On the cusp of inspiration…
Illusory images of illumination…

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Enigmatic longing…
Destiny ever so slowly revealed…
I wish as the waves roll on oblivious of me…
I wish for epiphany…
Enlightenment…
Knowledge of Fate’s intent…

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Contemplation of the ocean… timeless…mysterious…immortal…
Lost in the rhythm if its reaching to and fro…
Enchanted by its gifts which permeate all my senses…
Glimpses of future tempting me to push further…

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I wait for any answer to my quest…
I wait for direction…
I wait for peace…
I wait for the rain to fall…

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    Paradigm…
 
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Diaphanous Dreamscape….

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girl white rose

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I look back trying to find illumination…
Seeking my inspiration…
Pivotal points of perception…
I search for my words…
They’ve left me in the desert of my reality…

΅∼ ∼΅ 

Transport me to my dreamscape…
Let me reside there…
Where words float around me like butterflies of serenity…
Whispering promises of peace…
A balm to soothe my soul…
My self expression…needing release…aching for it…

΅∼ ∼΅ 

I search the depths of my heart…
I see the tears…
The sadness…
The scars I choose to wear inside…
Remembrance of days gone…memories packed away…

΅∼ ∼΅ 

I see with hindsight a succession of happenings…
I see the struggle…
The very battle for my sanity ~ end with the discovery of my voice…
My words…
Each little nuance distinctively mine…

΅∼ ∼΅ 

I see pieces of me creating my sanctuary…
My oasis built from the words woven in my mind…
All ways there waiting for me….
A bouquet of thought…

΅∼ ∼΅ 

 This is my diaphanous dreamscape…
A reflection of me…
My creation…
Born from the ashes of my former life…
Now the foundation on which I rebuild….
~

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