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LOVE KNOWS NO END – ELIZABETH HAMILTON PYLYPIW – BOOK REVIEW

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LOVE KNOWS NO END by Elizabeth Hamilton Pylypiw is a delightful book of verse dedicated to her son Kris, who sadly passed away suddenly from natural causes a decade ago. One hundred and thirteen poems of beauty speaking to the grief and loss of a beloved son invite the reader, to join Elizabeth on a helter-skelter of emotion and moreover, a journey of deep everlasting love. The book is beautifully illustrated with images and memories of the life Kris lived.

‘Sometimes in our lives something happens that turns our world upside down. It’s the loss of a child. A grief like no other and life as we knew it, is never the same again.’

Just over a year after her son Kris, passed to spirit, Elizabeth began writing poetry depicting many aspects of Kris’s life. For her, this was a talent she never knew existed. Writing such powerful verse is in itself most carthartic. Kris was only thirty-two when the wings of death embraced him, a short life but as Elizabeth’s words tell us, a life well lived. The beauty inherent within her prose is a clear testament to the range of emotions a parent may face with the loss of a child.

The prose is very easy to relate to especially when considering the emotive subject of grief and loss. Grief is a very personal emotion but in this beautiful book we find many themes relatable to all.

‘Spirituality comes in may forms, places and deeds. My spiritual faith and knowledge have been an immense insight for staying positive’

I strongly recommend this book for any parent facing the grief and loss of losing a child, therapists and anyone interested in the subject of bereavement.

‘Interview with Elizabeth Hamilton Pylypiw in Conversation with Lazarus Carpenter’ (Recorded for Book at Bedtime – Tales from Wales, Oystermouth Radio)

Available on Amazon https://amzn.eu/d/ewI6fdy

Paperback 12.50 – Kindle 9.99

Proceeds of book sales are donated to MIND

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The Reunion of Simon and Skip

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Ten years had passed since Simon last saw his beloved dog, Skip. The day Skip disappeared from their small hometown was etched into his memory: a sunny afternoon, a gust of wind, and suddenly, his loyal companion was gone. Despite numerous searches, flyers, and tears, Skip remained a ghost in Simon’s heart, a silent ache that lingered with each passing year. Simon never gave up hope. He travelled far and wide, following every lead, every faint scent, every whisper of a dog that might be Skip. Over the years, he grew older, but his determination never waned. He often wondered if Skip remembered him, if the bond they shared was still alive in some corner of the world.

One summer, after almost a decade of searching, Simon received a tip from a mountain ranger. Someone had spotted a dog resembling Skip wandering near the rugged peaks of a distant mountain range. Heart pounding with a mix of hope and disbelief, Simon set out once more, this time heading toward the towering cliffs and whispering winds. The climb was arduous. The air grew thinner, and the terrain more treacherous. But Simon pressed on, driven by memories and an unbreakable hope. As he neared the summit, he saw a figure sitting calmly on a rocky outcrop, overlooking a vast valley below. His breath caught. The figure was unmistakable: a scruffy, brindle-coated dog with bright, alert eyes.

“Skip?” Simon called softly, tears welling in his eyes.

The dog’s ears perked up. He turned his head slowly, and then recognition ignited in those expressive eyes. The dog leapt to his feet and bounded down the rocks, tail wagging furiously. Simon dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he reached out his arms. Skip dashed into them, nuzzling his old friend with a joyful bark. They sat together on the mountain top, amidst the clouds and the winds, their bond renewed after a decade apart.

In that moment, standing atop the world with Skip by his side, Simon knew that some loves are so strong, they can withstand the test of time and distance. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the mountains, Simon and Skip looked out together, grateful for the miracle of their reunion. 

The Light of Unity

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Once upon a time, in a world torn apart by hatred and injustice, lived a man named Enoch. He was a scholar and a healer, not just of bodies but of souls. Witnessing the endless cycle of violence and division, Enoch felt a deep ache in his heart, an urgent desire to heal the wounds of society. He dedicated years to studying human nature, history, and the roots of conflict. He observed that hatred often stemmed from fear, misunderstanding, and a lack of empathy for others. Injustice thrived when people refused to listen or empathise.

One day, Enoch had a revelation. He believed that if he could create a technique to foster genuine understanding and compassion, he could eradicate hatred and injustice at their core. He called his method “The Mirror of the Soul.”

The technique involved a profound but straightforward process:

Reflection: People are guided to see their own feelings and biases clearly, like looking into a mirror. They acknowledge their fears, prejudices, and pain without judgment.

Empathy Building: They then imagine stepping into the life of the person they despise or fear. This isn’t just sympathy but a deep empathetic immersion, understanding the struggles, hopes, and fears of the other.

Dialogue and Sharing: The process encourages open dialogue, where people share their stories and listen with genuine intent. Through storytelling, barriers melt away, replaced by shared humanity.

Visualising Unity: Finally, students visualise a future where they and others work together, embracing differences and building a community rooted in respect and kindness.

Enoch travelled across nations, teaching this technique in war-torn villages, segregated cities, and oppressed communities. Slowly, stories emerged of enemies who became friends, divisions turned into collaborations, and hatred gave way to understanding. One remarkable example was in a city divided by centuries of conflict. After implementing Enoch’s method, the community held a festival celebrating their diversity. Old grievances were replaced with new bonds of friendship, and a sense of justice and peace began to blossom.

Years later, Enoch’s technique became a global movement. Schools, governments, and organisations adopted it to heal divisions, promote justice, and cultivate compassion. His vision proved true: that the most powerful weapon against hatred and injustice is not force or punishment, but understanding and love. His simple yet profound technique became a beacon of hope, illuminating the path toward a more compassionate world. And so, in the end, Enoch’s most incredible creation was not just a method but the realisation that every human heart holds the seed of kindness, waiting to be awakened. 

Parable of the Smiling Lady

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Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Elara. She was renowned throughout the village for her radiant smile, shimmering eyes, and a beauty that seemed to glow from within. Yet, beneath her grace lay a life that had seen its share of hardships, losses, worries, and moments of quiet despair. Despite these trials, Elara possessed a remarkable gift: her sense of humour. It was a spark that never truly dimmed, even in the darkest times. Her laughter was like sunlight piercing through storm clouds, and her quick wit could turn the gloomiest day into a celebration.

One day, as she strolled through the market, Elara overheard a young boy trying to sell his handmade trinkets. His voice trembled with nervousness, and his eyes held a flicker of hope. Elara knelt down, flashed a warm smile, and said,

“If I buy one of your treasures, will you promise to keep making the world a little brighter?”

The boy nodded eagerly, and Elara chuckled softly, purchasing a tiny, imperfect but charming locket. This simple act sparked a series of joyful moments. Elara began to host small gatherings in her garden, inviting friends and neighbours to share stories, laughter, and music. Her jokes and playful teasing became the heart of these gatherings, infusing the air with warmth and happiness. Her humour was a balm for her own wounds and a gift she shared freely. Over time, her life, once shadowed by sorrow, blossomed with love and joy. She found that her ability to laugh and make others laugh transformed her hardships into stories of resilience, her tears into tears of mirth. The villagers came to see her not just as a beautiful lady, but as a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in life’s most difficult moments, a good laugh could turn everything around.

And so, Elara’s story became a gentle legend: a testament to the power of humour to heal, to connect, and to turn life’s toughest trials into moments of pure, infused love and joy. 

The Sun and the Moon’s Gentle Dispute

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Once upon a time, in the vastness of the cosmos, the Sun and the Moon often watched over Mother Earth. They shared a bond forged by their love for her, each shining in their own way, bringing life and calm to her surface. One day, as the Sun blazed fiercely across the sky, he grew worried.

“Mother Earth is burning under my rays,” he muttered. “Her deserts are drying up, her forests withering. I must shine brighter to warm her, but I fear I’m causing her pain.”

The Moon, soft and gentle, listened quietly. When the Sun finished, she softly replied,

“Dear Sun, your warmth is vital, but too much can scorch her delicate lands. I watch over her at night, providing gentle light and cooling shadows, giving her time to rest and heal.”

The Sun frowned, flickering with concern.

“But if I don’t shine fiercely, she might freeze in the cold darkness of space. My rays sustain her life, but I worry I might be harming her through excess.”

The Moon nodded, understanding his fears.

“And I, too, worry. I see her suffering when you burn too brightly, and I see her thriving when I cast my quiet glow. Perhaps we need to find balance, for her sake.”

Suddenly, a gentle breeze whispered through the cosmos, and the stars listened intently. The Sun and the Moon looked at each other, realising their shared concern. They understood that together, their light and warmth could work in harmony, each taking turns to nurture Mother Earth, ensuring she flourished without harm. From that day forward, the Sun and the Moon agreed to share their care. The Sun would shine fiercely by day, warming and energising her, while the Moon would cast calming shadows by night, helping her rest and recover. Their argument turned into a beautiful dance—balancing light and dark, warmth and coolness—for the love of Mother Earth.

And so, under their watchful eyes, Mother Earth thrived and still is, cradled in the gentle embrace of the Sun and the Moon. If only mankind could achieve such a balance?