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A person who a hundred wondrous words
Can throw onto a page with careless ease.
Can make a poem of a hornet’s nest,
And literary magic of dis-ease.

A writer who has phrases born aplenty,
Rattling round a mind that needs to write,
Discerning threads of life’s rich golden tapestry,
And reasoning that darkest black is white.

Who has a thousand words that they can spare,
Plucked sweetly from a joyous atmosphere,
To place upon a sheet as light as air,
And thrill the heart and soul of all who hear.

Who shares a thousand phrases of the mind,
With others who possess an empty pen,
And writes upon the senses words unkind,
Yet soothing to the tortured minds of men.

Born with a heart where words are made complete,
And knows the way that life should set them down,
So spreads them in sweet order at our feet,
To write upon the innocent a frown.

She knows why life must choose to treat us thus,
And uses words that seem to make some sense,
Yet escapes the general notice without fuss.
A poet, past and future, present tense.

Deb Hawken
1990s

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I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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