It’s been about a year and I realized I never made an announcement about the release of my most recent book, a collection of poetry and prose – Beauty of the Slow Drip: a journey of loss, grief, and healing.
This was probably due in part because the day after it went to print another aspect of my life shattered, much like the fan globe that fell to the ground as I sipped my coffee that morning. If there was ever a time to test the words I had written, it was now.
My understanding of letting go has gone much deeper this past year. And isn’t that what life is really about? Learning to release the things that weigh us down. Oh, to be light and free – this is the way for those who walk heaven on earth.
It seems impeccable timing that I posted a poem to my blog just last week – The Process – with this idea in mind. I feel intuition bringing ideas to my consciousness at rapid speed compared to the lag there used to be. But speed, a form of time, is relative. Oh, the joy of living more awakened to the truth of Oneness.
Each day I rejoice (amidst the highs and lows) for I see that I will always have much to learn. Even when walking in light of the resurrection, beauty shows me that growth is ever expansive and knows no bounds. Part of what makes life so exciting!
Back to the point at hand… this most recent book shares my journey of loss, grief, and healing (in poetry and prose).
Here’s an EXCERPT—
It started like a gushing flood.
Then the drips began.
Quick at first. And powerful.
But eventually space distanced the drips.
It is within this space there appears a place for healing.
It doesn’t happen all at once; it’s incremental.
And God met me here—in the midst of my pain.
By being willing to deal God has been able to heal.
If you picked up this book you likely have your own story of loss, and though our stories won’t be the same we share a commonality.
We all grieve.
We all lose people we love.
We all ache for what we’ve lost.
And by sharing our varied experiences
we begin to understand we are not alone
and we will get through.
Foggy Mourn
The fog sitting stale over the rolling hills
after a treacherous rain
mirrors my bleak and muted heart,
still in disbelief that you were taken away.
But hope, buried deep,
knows in time the fog will rise and dissipate;
a day of sunlight will shine once more
though now I sit in my foggy mourn.
My faith clings to God’s promise,
that in due time, hope will resurrect
my heart of sorrow into life once again.
On the sixth day after Beck moved to Heaven
I wrote in my journal…
“We come here to experience God
and help others experience God.”
May my story of loss, grief, and healing help you
navigate your own—your story, too, is one worth exploring.
EXCERPT ENDED—
Dealing with what you’re feeling leads to healing. Click here for more details, to buy the book, or to download a full PDF excerpt.
If you are in the midst of a loss, I am so sorry for your pain. And I send you compassionate love.
-akw-
I came across Phil Wickham’s Album “Hymn of Heaven” six weeks prior to my loss, and it spoke much truth to me at that time and in the season of grief I was about to enter. You can buy it online or listen to the full acoustic album below. May the words and music be a soothing balm to your soul.
Angel K Will 
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