Just had to share a few of my beautiful birthday gifts – purple
tulips from a dear old friend who joined me for tea on Thursday (April 11th) and one of four butterfly wine glasses (I got these using gift money from my parents and in-laws). I’m looking forward to using these gorgeous glasses out on the patio, if it ever stops snowing here!
Are these gifts perfect for me or what? So maybe I shouldn’t call it ‘getting older’, I’m just getting easier to buy for!
Happy Weekend everyone – CHEERS!
Heather
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Hey gang. Great news: Until Dec. 31, 2012, Where the Butterflies Go (my first poetry collection) and The Friends I’ve Never Met (my most recent work ) will be reduced to $1.99 on Kindle.
That means I make a little less than $1 a book – but instead of donating half proceeds as I have been doing, Graceful Publications will donate ALL proceeds from sales of these two books, as well as proceeds from sales of my 2nd collection, LEAP -to Hearts for Change – an incredible, hardworking Canadian charity that helps orphaned and needy children in Kenya, and is working toward helping needy Canadian children in the near future.
My books are available in several countries now on Kindle, and it only takes seconds to download an ebook. IMAGINE the differences we could make in these childrens’ lives if even just 100 of you buy copies!
New pencils. New books. School fees! Please share this note and consider giving $1 to a great cause.
♥ ♥ ♥ (P.S. Sales from Kobo, Nook, and iBooks will count too, but I can’t reduce the book prices quickly enough on these systems- but if you buy them there in this time period I will donate 🙂 )
The Groovy Granny made its way to children at Hosanna Children’s Home in Kenya through Hearts for Change http://heartsforchange.ca This is Mercy, our sponsored child.
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This Christmas, I am telling my inner Supermom to leave the building.
In the pre-Christmas chaos, I will remember to breathe while juggling the buying flying shopping shipping put-it-on-plastic happy hoopla pot luck and good luck trying to squeeze into last year’s little black dress.
Multi-tasking to the point of burn out will no longer be my middle name. I will not apologize or feel inferior if the cards are late or the presents aren’t perfectly gift-wrapped or the kids look like baboons in the family photo.
This Christmas, I won’t trip over my words when I start to say Merry Christmas to someone celebrating Hanukkah. Screw political correctness. This year I will remember what’s truly important: opening a door for a senior, giving food and clothes to the homeless, teaching the children it’s not all about that guy in the red suit.
This Christmas I will put on John and Yoko’s Happy Christmas (War Is Over)—and listen.
No. Really, truly listen.
Another year over, and what have I done? …And so happy Christmas, for black and for white, for the yellow and red ones, let’s stop all the fight.
This Christmas, I will be still. Between the turkey and the silly paper hats; between the wine and the goodnight kisses, I will find my true North star, make a wish for the world and count my blessings—every one.
Stop and smell the…Christmas tree! Happy holidays and thanks so much for reading. xx
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Heather Grace Stewart 