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Insightful New Book
A path to healing your inner child
Unpacking the Attic
Does your inner child still carry hurt and longing for acceptance?
Does the experience of childhood impact who we are today?
It truly does!
Is it possible to rewrite the scripts of fear and insecurities holding us back? This insightful and playful look at the author’s childhood will encourage you to reflect on your own life.
Many of us had to navigate childhood through a maze of broken relationships, dysfunctional families, neglect and even trauma, yet as adults we can empower the child we were, to gain clarity, self acceptance and forgiveness through the healing journey of retrospection.
A unique blend of memoir and healing practices, the author takes you along in real time through the process of emptying her parents’ home as they transitioned into assisted living.
She expertly weaves the vivid stories of her childhood with compassion and intent to heal and forgive.
Told with humor, honesty, and empathetic insight, you are guided to gain adult perspective, to send love and acceptance back in time to the child still living within. Retrospection can be a powerful healing elixir.
You will cry, you will cheer, you will learn self acceptance and forgiveness. You will learn to let go, to stop fighting old battles, to rewrite the recordings others imposed upon you of self doubt and fear, with new ones of empowered acceptance and understanding.
Looking back has a way of clearing your vision for looking forward.
Friendship Flies The Sun
The Ancient Egyptian Legend of Scarab Beetle
Ann is the author of a charming story showing that when we give of ourselves in love and kindness for others, those selfless acts are the ones for which we will be remembered.
With the help of a magic genie, the Scarab Beetle dooms himself to fly the sun and Moon around the Earth forever, because he loves his friends more than self.
Author’s Notes
When I was riding a camel on the Giza Plateau exploring the pyramids and the Sphinx, the young boy guiding the camel pressed a clay scarab into my palm and said, “You’re a pretty lady. Keep this. It will keep you safe.”
I know the ancient Egyptians worshiped the scarab beetle as a symbol of the Sun god Ra. Ra rolled the sun across the sky just as the beetle rolled balls of dung across the desert sand. The ancients wore scarab jewelry as a symbol
of new life and good luck.
I began to ponder, what event could have been so powerful to be
remembered from ancient days to the present?
Only acts of love and self-sacrifice carry down through the ages.
