Monday, February 8, 2016

God? Why did You give me this heart?

You know, this is a question that I seem to ask a lot lately. Mostly to myself, but on a couple of occasions it's been out loud. God gave me the heart for the underdog, for the abused, for those rejected by society...doesn't matter if that individual is a human or an animal.

Every day I see at least one post showing an animal in distress. Usually, its more than five that I see in my timeline. At least twice a week, I see a child who has been abused or is gravely ill. About that many times a week there are posts about adults or seniors going through chemo treatments or are finding themselves at the end of their roads. Every once in a while I have a friend or two who are so deeply depressed that hope is something that everyone else has. No, its not one person in particular, there are many on my friends list that have depression and have shared via PM the pain they feel physically from the emotional pain of loneliness or depression.

And every single time, my heart breaks. I want to fix it. And every single time I ask God why He gave me this heart. Most times my hands are tied to fix the issue. For all of the needy animals out there that are without a home...I'm sorry. I wish and sometimes ask for the funds to fix your status, but my heart knows that even if you are saved, so many more will follow you. Its an endless cycle. I have rescued two of your buddies and they are here with me and my family and will live out their natural lives with me...farts, belches and all.

Little children, please know that I pray for each of you. I pray that you will be able to beat whatever has intruded on your lives and that you grow, and live and prosper. The ones who are abused, I pray that each of you will know that being beaten, being scared is not love. Its evil and hateful and I pray you are given the opportunity to know love in its purest form, with people who understand what you have gone through and who will help you through what you will endure while mentally and physically healing. I understand that not all of what was done to you can be healed by man, but God will have the final judgement on who did this to you. In the meantime, I pray that you have a family that wants you, that loves you, and cherishes you, unconditionally.

For those of you who are facing medical challenges, I pray for healing for you. For strength, for endurance, for peace knowing that God is with you before, now and at the end of your journey. Please know that. And for those who are ending their life's journey, I pray for a peaceful passing. That Jesus will be the One to guide you Home, where the body that is now deteriorating will be cast off and your new body will be given to from all disease, hurt and tears.

For those of you who suffer from depression, know that not only do I pray for you, but I am here to be a shoulder to cry on. A person to vent to. I will listen...I have big ears to hear and broad shoulders to lean your head on and cry...and my heart will be with you. You are my friends, my family and I would do you a huge disservice if I did not offer myself to you when you need to talk. Never, never lose hope. Never, never feel as if there is not one person out there who cares, because I am here. I have told you before and I'm telling you again. I AM HERE. No, I can't fix everything...I'm me, I'm not a doctor (to paraphrase Dr. McCoy), but I can listen, I can try to help if I can. If I can't, then I'll find someone who can, if you want me to. But I want you to know, before you even think you don't matter, that nothing matters anymore and no one cares, that if nothing or no one else does, I do, I care, and you matter to me.

I still wonder, I still ask why God gave me this heart. I don't have the answer to that, and I hope that when I get Home that God will show me the reason. In the meantime, I'm here if you need me.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Merry Christmas!

Oh my goodness! Where did the time go?

It's said that as you grow older that time seems to fly by. Maybe its a cruel joke or maybe its a merciful thing, I don't know. What I do know is that I've learned that if I don't make the most of every day, that I've missed out on that day's blessing, one that would never make an appearance again because it was unique for that time.

This year has been fraught with violence, threats, and fear and it seems to be getting worse, but...

But, there is so much more that is going on around us, and if we are not mindful of that fact, we will miss it. We will miss the blessings. We will miss life.

There's a song in the Christian community by Brandon Heath called Give me Your eyes. The chorus goes this way:

Give me Your eyes for just one second
 Give me Your eyes so I can see
 Everything that I keep missing
 Give me Your love for humanity 
Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted
 the ones that are far beyond my reach
 Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten
 Give me Your eyes so I can see.

I absolutely love that song, not because it's by Brandon Heath, who is one of my favorite artists, but because every time I hear it, it reminds me to look around and see what I might be missing.

If we allow the world and it's problems to cloud our eyes, to put blinders on us so that all we see is what it wants us to see, we miss the beauty of Creation. We miss the beauty that rises from the ashes.
We miss the ability to show the world that Christians are more than a building, more than a religion, more than Westboro Church and others like them. We miss the chance to show the world the love of God that dwells in us through His Son Jesus Christ and the indwelling Holy Spirit.

That small voice that you just ignored telling you to turn around? You just missed an opportunity to help an elderly person with the bag of groceries that just spilled on the ground. That slight nudge you just felt was the smile that you needed to give someone who desperately needed to see something pleasant instead of the unpleasantness they'd been experiencing.

This is the day that Christians around the world celebrate the birth of Jesus. Was it actually the day He was born? Probably not, but its the day that history has set aside for Him. We celebrate God Incarnate, Immanuel, God with us. Jesus who left all of the riches of the Universe to become Man, live a sinless life, who told the world for three years of God and His love for fallen Man. He was tortured beyond what is humanly possible, crucified and died on a Roman cross. He who did not sin, took on the sins of the world, past, present and future. He was buried in a borrowed rich man's tomb, but did not stay there! He rose again and preached the Good News for forty days, then He ascended to the right hand of God where He stands to this day, waiting for God to tell Him its time to bring the redeemed Home. And all we have to do is accept a gift.

What an appropriate thing to get at this time of year! We exchange gifts with those we love, those we respect and sometimes just because we pulled a name out of a hat. Well, God has a gift that is available year-round...its the gift of Salvation. God offers to us this gift with no strings attached...we don't have to straighten out our lives, do good works or go to church to receive it. All we have to do is ask Jesus to forgive us for our sins and repent. We have to believe that He lived, died and rose again, and then ask Jesus to come into our hearts. The Bible says if we do these things that we are now a new Creation, saved by grace. God comes to us, filthy habits, dirty rags and all and offers us a Kingdom that will never end and we have a choice. We can ignore the gift, thinking it has strings attached, or we can accept it humbly and experience the knowledge that we are now a Child of the King.

Does that mean we will have a primrose path? No, but it will mean that the path that we were on will change. That we will see the things that we were missing. That we will have a heart for the lost, the weak, the poor, the orphans and widows. We will have the eyes to see the things we can change and have the will to make the change or at least start it.

Now the choice is yours. Will you accept the Gift of Salvation that God offers to you or will you choose to leave it? Whatever your decision, I pray that your Christmas will be a beautiful one, full of love, friends, and family. I pray that you will experience joy, laughter and love and for the coming year of 2016, I pray that it will be a year to remember and that it will be blessed beyond belief.

Merry Christmas, my friends, and a Happy New Year.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Fear is the new normal

What a horrid statement to have to make, but it is true.

I was watching and reading about the aftermath of the shootings in San Bernadino yesterday  into the wee hours of the morning. One thing that struck me was a reporter from CNN. Of Asian descent, and although her facial expression did not change, she was angry. Very angry. She was angry that people now know by heart what to do when there is an active shooter. And she is right to be angry, I know I am.

When your children know to Run/Hide/Fight when there is a shooter in the area, you know there is a problem with society. Now, I'm about to step on toes, so be sure to wear something that softens the blow if you're so inclined.

It's not about gun control. We have some of the most stringent gun control laws in the free world. Yes, it may seem easy to obtain a firearm, but in reality, those background checks are extensive. To suggest the checks and controls be similar to the "No Fly" list...well, it could have it's benefits, but for the most part, it's useless. Why? Because, those who do not fear the law will get around it. The black market, the deep web, if you want it, you can find it there for a price. Someone bent on jihad or someone who holds a deep grudge will not be deterred, even if it means building your own weapon.

Tragedies don't always invove firearms, either. Bombs are used. The murderers yesterday are said to have had the ingredients for pipe bombs, if not the actual completed units in their possession. Timothy McVeigh used fertilizer. Bottom line, if they're hell-bent on destruction, they'll use what they can get.

Now, to get this out of the way, yes, I believe in owning firearms for hunting and personal safety. I grew up that way; I was on the Rifle Team in high school, shot skeet, hunted and I'm still a pretty decent shot. Do I own a firearm? No. But I also know how to defend myself in other ways. Do I believe gun control is the answer to this travesty? No.

Here's my opinion, and you can take it or leave it. Gun control isn't the answer. My opinion, and again, its only my honest opinion, is that people need to be aware of other people. What do I mean? I mean, put down that cell phone. Do some people watching. Get to know your neighbors. Say hi to people you pass on the street. Get to know your kid's teachers, coaches, mentors. Get to know your co-workers. That doesn't mean you have to socialize with them if you don't want to, but get to know them. Get to know the people you attend church with, the person you see at the grocery store every week, the convenience store clerk, your mailman. Do you know how valuable your smile and hello are? More than you would ever know.

Here's what a smile and hello can do: It can lift someones spirits if they're having a lousy day. I can change the mind of someone who is thinking of doing themselves harm. I can let someone know they are valuable. And most importantly, when you make eye contact, smile and say hello, your gut can tell you that somethings amiss. Trust your gut. If it yells out, "Danger, Will Robinson" beat feet out of there. Remember the face so that if something does happen, you can let the authorities know. Another thing that helps is prayer. Yeah, I went there.

Prayer keeps you connected to the Holy Spirit who helps you through even the worst situations. Now before I get a lot of hate comments, hear me out. God is not a God of fear. He is not a God of evil...quite the opposite. He's also not going to foist on you His will. Remember, it is your choice to do what you want, not His. He makes adjustments according to His plan for you. If you choose to shoot up a building full of people, He's not going to stand in your way. You will face the consequences of your actions according to our legal system. If you've rejected His offer of salvation, then you will face the consequences of that action as well. It is what it is.

Bottom line is, these people made a choice to kill those people. In my opinion, again, it was pre-planned before he went to that office party. My thought is he made the decision to create an altercation, thus giving him the fuel and reason to come back and shoot up the place. I'm no profiler, but this seems like a no-brainer. With him dead, however, we may never know unless they find rantings from him online or in writing somewhere. Regardless, to me prayer is a given, but to take a means of defense away from the people by restricting or taking away their ability to arm themselves is setting the United States up for internal issues...martial law enacted by unscrupulous politicians, no defense from outside individuals who have sworn death to America. We will be at their mercy with zero way to defend ourselves, because it will be illegal to do so.

Wake up people. Quit being haters, spewing rhetoric back and forth...quit trying to take away our only means of defense. By the way...what makes you think a well armed militia will be doing when martial law takes place, or jihad is enacted in full force? They won't be on American soil defending the people...they'll be boots on the ground elsewhere and we will be here with less than half the militia...horribly outnumbered and outgunned. Try calling your local law enforcement if trouble comes to your door. If you're lucky, they'll be there lickity-split...within five minutes. But in five minutes, if someone is in your home with a gun, you're dead...your family is dead and all the law enforcement will be able to do then is to bring in a forensic team. Think about that one. When trouble really hits, we're going to be up the creek and our paddles will have holes shot in them by the ones who will hold the power, the one who got their gun illegally. Criminals don't care one bit about laws, that's why they're called criminals.  Now, if you choose to have a firearm in the house, use your head and think about safety. Keep them out of children's reach at all times. Train your children how to use them responsibly through safety courses. Use biometric safes. Do what you have to to protect your family from evil and accident. Don't leave them lying around so children will think they're toys, because they will think that.

Another thing in my little rant here, which is not what I had intended to do, but here it is. Now understand, this is me, my opinion, and you don't have to agree with me in any way, shape or form. In fact, I may just jack your jaws on this one. Sorry in advance.
 Quit disrespecting those who are well meaning. Maybe the only thing that someone can do is pray. I don't care that you're agnostic, atheist or a tree hugger. Leave those who want to pray alone. They aren't hurting you. Sure, they may mention Jesus or salvation or prayer, but if you don't believe anyway, what harm are they doing to you? None. The same goes for my Brothers and Sisters in Christ. Yes, I understand the great Commission. I understand that we are to witness to the whole earth, but we are sowers, waterers and God gives the increase. Engaging in a futile yelling match with someone won't win them over. My Nanny used to say you can get more flies with honey than you can with vinegar. Just saying.

I'm going to leave you with this:

2 Timothy 3New King James Version (NKJV)

Perilous Times and Perilous Men

But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!
12 Yes, and all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution. 13 But evil men and impostors will grow worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived. 14 But you must continue in the things which you have learned and been assured of, knowing from whom you have learned them, 15 and that from childhood you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.
16 All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, 17 that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work.

Be safe, be blessed and have a great weekend everyone.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Angel's Saga

Well, it finally happened, I turned the Angel, the Jindo Gae mix blog entries into a short book. Right now it's available for pre-order on Amazon.

For those of you who followed her story about getting her to her family, I hope you will be pleased with the book. For those of you who pretty much have no clue what I'm talking about, much less what on earth a Jindo Gae is, I think you'll love this.

Angel was the victim of not having all of the necessary vaccinations to go to her birth land, South Korea, with her owners who are in the Army. The story follows our quest to get her back to her family who had a new duty post there, and all of the obstacles that we encountered.

There are some smile/laugh moments, and a couple of sad moments in the book, but its mostly about giving back to the Military in a way that was unique to us (my family).

I hope you will check it out, and if moved to, will pre-order it. Right now, the pre-order is for ebook only. The paperback will be out the same time as the ebook goes live on Amazon for actual sale.

Thank you all for all of your support of my books. I hope you enjoy this one as well.
Have a blessed week!

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

What Hell isn't....

What is Hell?

According to Wikipedia, hell is a place of punishment and torment in an afterlife (here's the Wiki link ). It is also described as a place that is eternal, meaning there is no end, no light at the end of the doesn't stop. Ever.
There is talk from those who are into conspiracy theory that the largest hole drilled (14.4 meters) into the crust and beyond that is tapping into hell itself. Of course, there were many sensational news stories that came of that saying that super-sensitive microphones inserted into the bore-holes actually picked up human screams. When all was said and done, it turned out to be a hoax by a Finnish man.

Scientist theorize that the core of the earth is hotter than the photosphere of the sun, which sits at 5,500 C. What they say is that the core of the Earth is 6000C, making it 500C hotter than the sun's outer surface. That's mighty hot. The inner core of the sun is roughly 15,000,000C, which is enough to vaporize a planet unlucky enough to get close to it.

According to the Bible, however, Hell is depicted as a place of eternal torment. There is no end to the suffering, the heat is hotter than the sun and there is no way to quench the burning. Water vaporizes in its proximity. The death worm is eternal (worms that feed on dead bodies...probably maggots), it continually feeds on the flesh of those imprisoned there and there is no redemption. No light at the end of the tunnel. No get out of jail free card. No bail. It's eternal.

Here's what it's not. It is not an eternal party. There are no orgies going on, no drinking, gambling, sex, or any other vice you can think of. There are no eternal golf games with the devil, no elbows, winks and evil grins.

Something else about Hell. Everyone is invited. Doesn't matter if you volunteer at the local soup kitchen or are best buds with Hitler. Works aren't going to keep you out of there. Kind words aren't going to keep you from going. Giving to the poor, championing for those less fortunate, being Republican, Democrat or Tea Party isn't going to keep you out of there. There's only one thing to keep you from going to Hell, and some people are willing to relinquish their eternal souls to reject it. It can't be that simple. I can't do that. I like my life too much to change. I've heard a few of these, but the only way out is to accept Jesus as your Savior.

Okay, when you finish with your eye rolling, let me explain. Jesus was given the keys to Hell after He died and descended into the depths of the earth. When He rose again, He was victorious over Hell, and still had the Keys with Him. God made Him King over all. He is the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords. Eternal Sovereign. Emmanuel. God says there's one way to Heaven and away from Hell (eternal separation from Him), and that's through His Son, Jesus Christ. Confession, repentance and acceptance of Christ as your Savior is the only requirement to go to Heaven. That's it. Nothing more. There are some things that a person gladly does with thanksgiving such as tithing and tending to widows and orphans...doing good. But the thing is, those things, those works are not what is keeping them from Hell. Salvation is. The Bible says that any who hears the Word of God (Romans 10:8-17) and believes it, believes in Christ as the Savior (Romans 1:16-17; 8:34), repents of sin (Romans 2:4-5; 6:1-2),  and confesses Jesus as the Christ (Romans 10:8-10), is saved. The remainder of what's known as "The Roman's Road" is baptism (Romans 6:3-4; 8:1) and present yourselves a living sacrifice (Romans 12:1-2, 11-12). I know that seems like a bunch of stuff, but it really isn't. The truth of the Gospel is easy, the Roman's Road spells it out for you. The truth is if you are presented with the Gospel (the Good News) and believe in Christ as Savior, calling on Him to be your Savior, confessing that you know that Heaven is out of reach for you as there is no way to achieve it apart from Christ, and mean it with every fiber of your being, then congratulations! You are now a new Creation in Christ, free from the bondage of Hell. The rest is a work in progress that others who have taken that step before you can help you through.

Ah, but Christ says the way isn't easy. There's no rose garden, no sparkly paths. You won't become rich, famous or equally well off. There are going to be times when you wonder just what it was that you did when troubles come knocking at your door. Be assured that you are Christ's, none can snatch you from the Father's hand. The Bible says when you are saved, your name is written in the Book of Life and it cannot be erased. It is also written in the palm of God's hand. What a wonderful word picture! No, life won't be fair, it never was before and it won't be after. Your paths may not be straight anymore, there might be twists and turns you've never imagined, but you have one certainty. Christ is with you no matter what. You will no longer ever be alone. He will help you through the good times and the bad, through peace and persecution. When it comes time to leave this life and go the the final one, the eternal one, you will open your eyes to Heaven and not Hell. Hell has no place for the Christian.

Let me leave you with one more author's look at hell, and take note of the man with no eyes. Don't be that person. Ever. Accept Christ in your life. Now is a good time, because even a few minutes from now isn't promised.

Hell isn't a party. Don't let anyone, not friends, family, acquaintances, Hollywood or voices tell you otherwise. Its ugly torment that lasts forever with no end. Don't go there.

The Trial of Andrew Osher

Andrew tossed in his bed. His eyes darted quickly back and forth, as he entered the REM stage of sleep…the time nightmares come.

The heat is suffocating and the pain, well it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I have no idea where I am. Screaming, sounds of horror and pain. Pleas to all within earshot not to come here, to tell their families not to desire this place.
There’s a man next to me whose skin is melting off his bones like wax. As horrified as I am at the sight, the fright intensifies when his skin regenerates and the process starts over again.
Screams seem to increase with every second, with every movement. There is no time here, time doesn’t exist, it’s just a penetrating realization that you are here, and you can’t escape. Time and space no longer exist. This place is the only place that exists.
I smell something behind me. When I turn to see what it is, I find another man covered in rotting boils, crying, drool running out of his mouth, and writhing in pain as the boils continue to surface. The sight makes my already tortured stomach retch, and agonizing spasms race throughout my body. As the heaving continues, I drop to my knees, doubled over in intense anguish wishing that it would stop, but it doesn’t. My only thought is to get a bit of water….
All around me I hear crying, screaming…but one voice seems to be getting closer. From my kneeling position, I look up and see a woman running toward me, gouging wildly at her face and eyes. “Please! Get them off me! Make them stop!” she yells hysterically. She rips at the shirt she is wearing, exposing her stomach and arms, and then falls to the ground. Bulges in her skin begin to appear as she is jerked to her feet by something that I’ve never seen before. I hear frightened whispers around me, “It’s a Taskmaster.” The bulges erupt and bugs begin to emerge from the open wounds.  
Another Taskmaster goes by, dragging a man with no eyes. The man is grasping at the ground frantically trying to get a solid grip on anything that will keep him from his final destination. Crying, struggling, and clawing the ground with bloodied fingers to get away from the creature who has a vise-like grip on him, he screams out, “I did what I was supposed to! I never broke the law. I was a good person! Please! I don’t belong here! There must be some mistake!”
Still the screams continue and if possible, become more passionate, more desperate. I smell sulfur and burning hair and flesh. My skin crawls at the thought of people being burned alive and I have to wonder if that’s where the blind man is now.
The scenery around me suddenly begins to move, shapes change, and I find myself in another place. The stench has intensified to the point that it burns to breathe. The man who I had encountered earlier with the boils is now on his knees, hugging himself, his eyes bulging. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. A look of intense horror comes over his face. I turn my head to see what has him so petrified, and then hear a scream of horror, but it’s not his scream.
 It’s my own.


Friday, October 23, 2015

A body at rest stays at rest...a body in motion stays in motion...

Or so says Newton's first law. Personally? A body in motion has to stop every once in a while to take some Advil to quash the pain. Meh...such is the life of a person with a chronic pain disorder.


That doesn't mean that everything stops. Nope. I'm still going. Just call me the Energizer Bunny. Hmm. That really doesn't work either. Okay, let's put it this way, my fingers are doing all the work. I've been going back and forth between a work-in-progress with Kay Ganley, to working on new mandalas for the next coloring book to setting up an Etsy store at the urging of some friends. There is one constant, one linking thing with all of them. I'm still relatively unknown, so my works, whether they're the actual novels I put out or the coloring book, or even the coloring sheets on Etsy, well, they get lost in the abyss of massive amounts of works out there.

I looked at my coloring book, for instance. Color Me Mandala: Advanced Mandalas is at a mid-range ranking of roughly 250k. Yup, I'm exactly 253,668 in a pool of over 700 thousand books that are sold daily. Over 700 thousand, that's five zeros behind that seven. But that's all inclusive paid sales for ebooks. Print books? An embarrassing 650k+. I won't bore you with the actual number, but that's over all print books, not just coloring books. I couldn't find a definitive number of actual coloring books available every day, but there are a couple of biggies out there that have sold over three million copies...each. That's 3 with a bunch of zeros behind it. Oh, how one aspires to that number! The only book out there that racks up that kind of sales is the Bible, so to have a coloring book sink those kinds of numbers is a phenomenon.

Anyway, so I'm still the plankton in the food chain of coloring books, and I'm good with that. I'm working every advertising angle my sock full of change can manage; bombarding friends and family on facebook, pinterest and now Etsy. Pitching in coloring groups, well, actually only one. Apparently I wasn't supposed to pitch in one and it got me banned. And, I'm finding as I'm drawing each mandala, each picture that my stress level is coming down, even without picking up a coloring instrument. I'm enjoying having people like my stuff, but more importantly, I'm having time with Mouse and the Granddaughters that the four of us will sit down and color a butterfly page here, a kitten page there. My Little Pony and Barbie...they're on their own. Just can't do it. The fun part is, though, the babies are learning how to color, what colors are used where, how to stay in the lines (but they get excited and its all over), Mouse? She still colors Barbie green or blue, but, she's getting better about staying in the lines and matching colors. So the blue Barbie on my desk? Her clothes are blues and purples. Its progress.

So, here comes the shameless plug. My Etsy page. Here's the link:

It's chock-full of stuff to print off and color and there's a link to my print coloring book. I'll be adding another one, as soon as I have more mandalas than I have right now. I'll be sure to let you know when its ready to go. As far as the novel, Evelyn? Its going well, we hope to have the first draft ready for editing by the end of the year. I'll keep you updated on that one as well.

If you're interested in Kay Ganley's work, her book Lost: It Begins can be found here:

Read this, it's really a good read. Ms. Ganley is great and you sit there and can actually see the scenes in your head, you connect with the characters.

Have a great weekend and a great week, everyone. For those of you in the path of that nasty Hurricane Patricia, stay safe. If you see flooding, remember this: Turn around, don't drown. Don't take the chance that your car won't be swept away with you in it.
God Bless!

Saturday, September 26, 2015

New book, but not my normal stuff!

Well, I did it. I have another book out. But its not your run of the mill, L. A. Brown book. In fact, its not even a reading book. It's a coloring book. A mandala coloring book.

Right now, and that will change hopefully in the next couple of days, its in e-book form, which means if you have a touch-screen, you touch and hold the object you want to print and a pop-up will appear. If you're using the computer, a right clicky-of-the-button will bring up the print option. Either way, you can print off the mandalas to your heart's desire and color away.

Now, when the coloring book itself comes out, there are pictures only printed on one side of the page, the other is blank. Why? You ask? Good question, which deserves a good answer. Because, if you use markers or sharpies in your book, there will be bleed-through to the next page (the back of the picture), which would ruin whatever is on the back of the page.

All of the mandalas are hand drawn by me, there are no computer images in there. It was digitized, sure, but that's so the lines were a bit darker and the picture could be a smidge clearer. Regardless, they are still original drawings by me, including the one on the front. The picture on the back, I don't take credit for. Its a head-relaxing-thingy...not sure where one finds one of those or why one would use one. I guess its a preference thing.

Anyway, here is the amazon link for the ebook. I do hope you enjoy coloring it as much as I enjoyed drawing it for you. Leave me feedback on amazon if you do, please! I will update this post with the link for the paperback version as soon as its available, so check back often.

Enjoy your weekend!

**update** The paperback version just went live! How cool is that?
Here's the link for you. Enjoy!

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**update 9/27/2015**

Apparently Kindle and Kindle Fire don't like the print option, so to get around that, I put a link for an e-book converter in the manuscript. When folks download the ebook  version, hopefully (if they have either Kindle) will see that and upload the free converter (its a trial version). I'm hoping that fixes that little bug!