Saturday, April 30, 2011

HEARTS THROUGH TIME

By
Marie Higgins


Tears gathered in her eyes, so she blinked them away.  “Believe it, Mr. Marshal.  I am a ghost”.

Abigail Carlisle, a beautiful and charming young woman claims to be a ghost from 1912 who was murdered, doesn’t know who did it and wants to enlist Nick Marshal’s help to solve the crime so she can pass over into the next life and stop haunting her father’s old newspaper office. 
Nick Marshal,  an attorney from the 21st century who is recovering from a wild lifestyle that has left his once very successful career in a shambles, is who Abigail appears to for help.  He thinks he is going crazy and is seeing things.  Abigail must convince him she is what she is so she can “stop living in this ghostly existence”.

I was taken with this book immediately.  The cover is absolutely perfect for this book and so beautiful.  I love romance, mystery, murders, time travel, haunting, and ghosts.  Who could ask for more than to have it all wrapped into one book and Marie Higgins has successfully done that with this book.  Once started, it was hard to put it down.  I carried it all over the house with me and read it every chance I had.  I recommend it as an excellent book for youth and adults.  I know you will enjoy it as much as I did.

A copy of this book was provided to me by Walnut Springs Press, LLC for review.

Walnut Springs Press, LLC
110 South 800 West
Brigham City, Utah 84302

Copies of this book can also be obtained through Amazon.com and Deseret Books. 

Visit Marie at http://mariehiggins84302.blogspot.com and Marie enjoys hearing from her readers at mariehiggins84302@yahoo.com.

POETRY

POETRY

Verse, rhyme, balladry, ode, sonnet, ditty
Words that come from the heart
Genuine, earnest, warm, profound and pretty
Deepest, heartfelt works of art
That the Spirit allows us to write called poetry.
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

ANAI



ANAI
Little Anai is in her room
Dressed up in her princess costume.
She’s supposed to be taking her nap
But instead is singing and running her yap.
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

LANTERN POEMS

LANTERN POEM
House
Mansion
Dwelling place
Habitation
Home
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Book
Scripture
Testament
Book of Mormon
Word
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Sin
Transgress
Remission
The Atonement
Debt
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

IF YOU WERE

IF YOU WERE
If you were a book of poetry
And I were the words,
I’d say the things that came from your heart
And we’d reach the soul as do the songbirds
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Monday, April 25, 2011

WHAT BETTER WAY TO SPEND THE SABBATH?

I watched yesterday as my family came together to celebrate Easter.  We had just come home from church-a 3 hour block of meetings.  We entered the chapel, found the pew we wanted that would fit 7 adults, 4 children and a baby carrier along with all the paraphernalia that you take for 4 children, purses, scriptures, bags, etc.  We finally got settled in when one of my daughters decided we needed to change pews because the air conditioning vent was blowing right on us and she was cold.   So we all get up and move ONE row behind us only to find it’s colder than the one we were originally on.  She looks at us.  NO WAY!  We’re staying where we are at.  We make it though Sacrament, Sunday school and Relief Society/Priesthood/Primary and after helping the new RS secretary transition a little more into her new calling finally get home.  
We all change and get comfortable and finish preparing a not so traditional Easter dinner.  The kids have asked that we have breakfast for dinner.  They want fried potatoes with onions, ham and eggs.  Hookah.  After dinner, our middle child has prepared a wonderful Family Home Evening lesson on the Resurrection complete with an Easter egg hunt that has eggs containing items and scripture clues explaining the Resurrection that goes with a wonderful story about 19 second grade children leaving empty Easter eggs on the grave of a young boy in their class who has just died.  Our youngest daughter has prepared a treat in the kitchen that the children participate in which represents the Resurrection out of pastry dough, spices, and a white marshmallow.  Family Home Evening was perfect as it was suited for all ages.  After the lesson, we had traditional Easter with an egg hunt outside and picture taking and a little swimming.  It was the perfect day.  The spirit was there and the true meaning of Easter was celebrated and felt throughout the day while still having the Easter bunny visit as well.  What better way to celebrate the Sabbath, Easter and the Savior’s love?  

Friday, April 22, 2011

RESURRECTION
The garden was in bloom
At the break of the day
As Mary approached the tomb
Only to find the stone had been rolled away
And Jesus body exhumed.

Mary turned from the tomb, eyes filled with tears
As the gardener appeared asking,”Woman why weepst thou”?
And she replied, “They have taken my Lord.  He is no longer here”.
 “Sir, doest thou know where His body lays now”?
She asked hoping that he could lay aside all her fears.

With a voice full of pure love and sweet tenderness
“Mary” was all that He said.
“Master”!  Was all that she could joyfully render.
He was alive!  Risen from the dead.
He was risen and death was conquered just as he had said.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


GOOD FRIDAY

Gracious is our Lord
Obedient to His Father                                                             
Omnipotent, all-powerful, almighty
Divine in Nature

Fulfilled the Father’s will
Righteous, innocent, guiltless, unspotted
Intercessor on our behalf
Dear to all who knew Him
Atoned for our sins
You and I He died for

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


Thursday, April 21, 2011

COMMUNICATION FOR THE COGNIZANT, NONVERBAL PATIENT

                               COMMUNICATION
FOR THE COGNIZANT,
NONVERBAL PATIENT
By
Jane Alleman
Trudy Brown
And
Susan Robison
This is a wonderful little book created, designed and inspired  by three sisters who after seeing a mother and husband suffer the pains of trying to communicate with caregivers and others felt that something had to be done to help meet both the needs of not only the patient but those they were trying to communicate with.  The book is small, the pages are colorful, the pictures are adorable and the lettering is large enough for everyone to see.  It is divided into sections of Comfort, Feeling, Food, Drink, Visit, and even has an alphabet page so that the patient can spell out his/her need by blinking.   I wish this had been available when my grandmother was dying and could not communicate with her caregivers or family.  It would have saved her a lot of frustration and anxiety.  I would recommend this book to anyone who has a friend, family member or caregiver that is having communication problems.  It would certainly accommodate receiving and giving care a lot easier. 

A copy of this book was provided to me by Cheri Crane

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SAM AND KYLE'S GOAT
POOR GOAT
Poor goat
Kyle had a goat
Who ate Kyle’s mother’s coat
He’d also had a pig named Sam
Who was invited to dinner
One night against his will as the main dish
“Cause his Pa thought he was too big.
What happened to the goat
Who ate Mom’s coat?
Poor goat  
Mary L. Walling 4/2011


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies are God’s glorious gift
Truly a beauty to behold
With wondrous colorful wings they drift
Wings of bright red, yellow and gold.
                                                                           
Swaddled in a warm sheltered cocoon,
Clinging to a limb
Until one beautiful afternoon
Are released like an unspoiled hymn.

Children are as God’s butterflies
Truly a glorious, beautiful gift to us,
Full of faith with hearts all aflutter
That they will be protected, taught, loved and blessed.
Mary L Walling 4/2011

SAMUEL

SAMUEL
Samuel warned them from the wall
While the wicked watchers worried,
Whispering wrathful wretched things
As Samuel walked the wall.
Samuel ever the watchman
Wistful, weary and wrought
But wanting, wise and willing,
Witnessed with worthiness and worshipping.
Weary of warnings of their wickedness
Wrongs and worldly sins
With wrath they wrought their worst upon him
Wrongly wielding rocks and stones.
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Monday, April 18, 2011

MY OWN POETRY

COUSINS
Heavenly Father sent us sweet Penelope
Then He sent mischievous, strong spirited Anai
Followed by her sister ever smiling and gentle Emileigh.
There’s our valiant priesthood holder Scotty
And his impish but angelic brother Luis (Louie)
Let’s not forget those who are adoptees
Brothers Jack and Johnny
And blessed Brandon sealed for eternity
To a wonderful celestial family.
Cousins now and ever will be
Cousins with families who love them happily.
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

SUN
The early morning sun
Falls upon the humble young boy
Its radiant glory brightly beaming
On the grove of trees
Leaving sacred hallowed ground.
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

EASTER
Easter
Awakening of a new dawn
Sweet the smell of lilies pure, innocent, full of hope, virtue and new life.
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing “He Is Risen”
Eternal salvation for all
Radiant loving spirits of those around me
Easter
Mary L. Walling 4/2011

Sunday, April 17, 2011

WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR?

It is quiet and everyone is asleep.  As I listen to the quiet I think back on the day.  It has been a wonderful day.  It has been a sad day.  It has been a peaceful day.  It has been a blessed day. 
It was sad because I was released as the RS Secretary today.  I had served in this calling for two years.  I had finally come to love this 24/7 calling.  I loved serving the sisters and working with this young presidency.  I remember being told as I was set apart to “teach and lead” the sisters and thinking “me a secretary”.   I think I learned more than I taught.  I still have so much to learn.
It was sad as I turned everything over to the new secretary, a sister new to our ward, and immediately fell in love with her and knew she would do a great job.

It was happy because I received a new calling.  One that I know I will love because it will let me use my talents and creative abilities.  I am the new Ward Newsletter Specialist.  We have never had a ward newsletter and I am excited about this calling.  The Bishop told me that this calling has the “potential to reactivate our less active members and motivate“our all ready active members.  What a responsibility and I will do my best to fulfill this calling.

Wonderful, blessed and peaceful because I spent a wonderful morning worshipping the Lord with my entire family, taking the sacrament and knowing I was where the Lord wanted me to be.  I spent a wonderful time helping my husband prepare dinner and then a peaceful and wonderful time at the dinner table eating with my daughters and husband talking about the Sunday School lesson, my husband taking the missionary discussions for his reinstatement,  going to the temple next month when my son in law returns from Mexico and just joking and having fun.  No one was really anxious to leave the table.  We just sat there and talked.

 I could feel the spirit, peace, contentment and love in our home. What more could I ask for?  How more blessed could I be?


Friday, April 15, 2011

MY OWN POETRY


MY OWN POETRY

GANMA


"Ganma" came her sweet tiny small voice

If it just weren't three in the morning my heart would rejoice. :)

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



AWAKENING

Awakening to a beautiful new day

Puts a smile in my heart as I am

Reminded of the blessings

I have been given because His

Love reigns from above.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



NAPTIME

Croons, hums, softly sings, uttering low, murmuring sounds

As she fights her nap.

Aha, chortle, guffaw, snicker, giggle

Naptime is over.

She thinks she has pulled one over on you.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



SLEEP

"Sun has gone to sleep"

Sleepily she whispers as

Then she nods her head

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



MOTHER

Mother

God’s helping hands

Humble, steadfast and strong

Foundation of her heav’ly home

Cherished

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



HOME

*Home*

*Family, love*

*Joy, beauty, harmony*

*A heaven on earth*

*Mansion*

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


I AM

I am determined and caring.

I wonder what Heaven is like.

I hear the needs and desires of my family and friends.

I see that I am not the person I used to be and still want to be.

I want to be able to serve and do as I was once able to do.

I am determined and caring.


I pretend that I am capable of receiving rather than giving.

I feel the pure love of Christ among my fellow brothers and sisters.

I touch the lives and hearts of others (hopefully) with my words, deeds, and actions.

I worry about not serving to the best of my abilities.

I cry when I have offended unintentionally others that I love.

I am determined and caring.


I understand the gospel is true.

I say “I know that my Redeemer lives”.

I dream of being an eternal family once again.

I try to let Kindness begin with me

I hope that I will always remember who I AM and who and what I represent.

I am determined and caring.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


IF I WERE #1

If I were a monkey,

I’d be sitting in a tree and

I’d be eating a banana and

I’d be chattering away.

I’d be as happy as could be.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


IF I WERE #2

If I were an instrument in the Lord’s hands

I’d be as busy as could be and

I’d be serving others who really needed me and

I’d be learning charity and the pure love of Christ

I’d be a true friend in someone else’s life.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


SPRING SENSES

Spring looks like God’s rainbow promises.

Spring sounds like heavenly choirs singing.

Spring feels like being wrapped in the warmth of loving arms.

Spring smells like baby’s soft sweet breath.

Spring tastes like sunshine and happiness.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



A MAN FROM JERUSALEM

There once was a man from Jerusalem

Followed by those who worshipped him

Miracles He performed

He rode the raging storm

He healed the sick and raised up the dead

“Father forgive them, forgive them”, he pled.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



TANKA POEMS

For my two loving but impish granddaughters:

Emileigh conspires

With her sister Anai

I will nap right now

When I wake then it’s your turn

No rest for grandma today

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



This is my “Tanka” to someone who helped me out a lot today and didn’t complain once.

What a man he is

He vacuums the living room

Washes the dishes

Fixes dinner for us all

I call this man my sweetheart

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



GHOSTLY

The book I’m reading

Mysterious and haunting

Carries me forever into a world

Like something magical and ghostly

If only I could travel into the past.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



I’M JUST A MOM

“I’m just a mom”, I sigh at the end of the day.

No one cares what I do or what I say

It doesn’t matter that I have cooked and cleaned and slaved all day

I’m still just a mom at the end of the day.


“Mum I love you” my granddaughter says

As she throws her arms around me.

“Dear, have I told you how much I love you today”?

Asks my loving honey.


“Mommy can I get you something?  Are you all right”

Questions my oldest girl.

Wait! I don’t understand what is happening

As my head begins to swirl.


What happened to “I’m just still a mom”

To those who love me I am mom, mommy, mother, dear

Mum, grandma, sweetheart, someone who’s calm

And suddenly it all becomes so clear

I hold the most sacred calling of all Motherhood.

Mary L. Walling 4/2011



WHAT IF

What if I counted my blessings each day

I might be more thankful for all Lord has given me.


What if I were an angel

I could have the wish of mine heart.





What if I listened with an open mind and heart

I would hear the whisperings of the still small voice.


Will I hear “Well done thou good and faithful daughter’?

Mary L. Walling 4/2011


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

THE BOOK I'M READING

The book I’m reading
Mysterious and haunting
Carries me forever into a world
Like something magical and ghostly
If only I could travel into the past.
Mary L Walling 4/13/2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Heavenly Father, Are You Really There?

Today sitting in Sacrament meeting I listened to the speakers talk on the topic of Eternal/Celestial Families.  A young sister spoke about how she was raised in a family where there was never prayer or the mention of God as her father was an atheist.  Down the street from her lived a little girl with the most wonderful family.  They prayed together, ate together, played together, and had family time together...all the things she wanted her family to do.  One day she decided to pray to Heavenly Father and ask Him for a family just like her friend's.  She didn't know how to pray, but did the best she could.  She woke up the next morning fully expecting to find her family just like her friend's; expecting them to have changed overnight. 

When she realized this hadn't happened, she never prayed again.  She thought God had not heard her prayers.  She still continued to go to her friend's house because they were still the most amazing family and the little girl was her best friend and still is today.  Years later, she found herself single, pregnant and alone.  She was depressed and didn't know what to do.  She had recently been to a family reunion and an aunt she had just met, someone she barely knew, pulled her to the side and gave her her phone number telling her that if she ever needed someone to talk about anything to call her.  So she took the number and called it, not knowing what she was going to do or say.  However, when her aunt answered the phone, she began to cry and poured out her heart.  Her aunt told her to pack her bags; she would be there in 6 hours to get her.  Six hours because that's how far away she lived.  This woman literally dropped everything she was doing to reach out a hand to someone she barely knew.  The next day was Sunday and she took her niece to church, immediately sought out the Elders and had them come to her home that evening and begin the discussions.  This young woman was baptized and returned home within the year.  She later met her husband and they were married and began a family of their own.  Last December they were sealed in the temple.   Saturday they went to the temple for the second time since they were sealed and she said as she stood in the temple looking at her husband her heart was so filled with love for him and if that love for him was so great here on earth, how much greater and sweeter was that love going to be in the Celestial Kingdom.   It was then that she realized that God had heard and answered her prayers…20 years later.  She had the family she had always dreamed of having.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

CONVERSATION AND PRAYER WITH A 3 YEAR OLD

ANAI
CONVERSATION & PRAYER WITH A THREE YEAR OLD

As we sit down to eat, Grandpa tells Anai that it’s time to fold her arms and bow her head so that we can say the blessing.   Anai, in usual fashion, wants to play with her spoon and when that is taken away, picks up her fork.   Putting off the blessing a little longer, she points to her grandpa and says in her sweet little voice,
 “Ganpa”. 
“What, Anai”, replies Ganpa? 
“I like your big ears”.  (At this everyone tries to hide their giggles including Grandpa.)
“I like your ears to”.  Now fold your arms and bow your head so that we can ask the blessing”. 
“Ganpa”.
“Yes, Anai”.
“I like Jesus”.
“I like Jesus to”.
“He berry funny”.
“Who’s very funny”?
“Jesus berry funny.  I lub Him.  He my friend.” 
“I’m glad to hear that.  Now fold your arms and bow your head.”  
“Okay, Gandpa”. 
“Would you like to ask the blessing”? 
“Uh huh”. 
“Okay, who would you like to help you”?  Mommy, Aunt Karrie, Grandma”? 
“GANPA”! 
“Okay”.   “DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER”  
“Dear Heavenly Father” 
“WE COME BEFORE THEE NOW” 
 “We come afore Thee now” 
“TO THANK THEE FOR THIS FOOD” 
“Thank Thee this food”  
“PLEASE BLESS IT TO OUR NOURISHMENT AND HEALTH” 
(Off on her own tangent) “Bless mommy, daddy, ganpa, ganma, Aunt Karrie, Jesus, Sassy, Owo, Lucy.  Bless we go to temple when daddy gets home.  Help daddy home from Mexico soon. “ 
“PLEASE BLESS THIS FOOD TO OUR BODIES”.
 “Bless the food.  Jesus name, Amen”.   
“Ganma”.
“Yes”.
“I like your face”.
Now what can you say to that?