THE CAT’S MEOW FOR WRITERS AND READERS

Hello dear readers, and welcome to all our new members! This month you will notice that we now have links in our table of contents (above) so that you can go directly to where you would like rather than having to scroll all the way down! Plus, we’ve moved some of our columns around. This way you can read want you really want without having to read what you don’t want to in this magazine. But, please be patient with us as we continue to work on the linking and getting out any kinks that shouldn’t be there. Thanks, and we hope to bring a much more enjoyable reading experience to you!

Also, thank you to those who have supported us! I want to say that with the warmer weather and beach days approaching, Wt~In Spirit magazine is conveniently handy to carry and read while lounging at the pool or beach. And that’s why I can’t think of a better birthday present – yep, it’s my birthday this month! – Than you subscribing to this awesomely inspirational Christian magazine! Although June is considered a great month for weddings and Father’s Day events, it also happens to be my forty-ninth birthday.

So, why not continue to support our work by taking a look-see at Wt~In Spirit to read my column, Scripture Understood?! And also the inspirational columns, stories and poetry of other excellent writers – Karin Lacroix (founder & publisher of Wt~In Spirit), Carol Roach (publisher of Storytime Tapestry ezine), Trisha Martin (author of “My Naked Mind: An Intimate Collection of Poetry”), Rev. Karl Kessler (a pastor); – to name just a few…

I’m sorry though that Wt~In Spirit is a print-only magazine and cannot be read online, but you can order a year’s worth of awe-inspiring and heartfelt poetry, stories and columns by subscribing at: inspirit@wynter.ca (just write on the blank email that you are interested in a one-year-subscription to Wt~In Spirit magazine)! For only $25.00 a year you would receive 6 issues [it’s a bi-monthly magazine] of Wt~In Spirit ($50 for two years). Thank you, what a wonderful 49^th birthday present to me this would be!

Now I’d like to also invite you into The Enchanted Self’s website, because you see we’re all just like enchanted cottages, which we should never forget! The Enchanted Self was founded by positive psychologist, happiness coach and published author Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein, in which she shows, tells and inspires you on how to live a more positive life in her many helpful and inspirational books. Also with her inspirational quotes and lovely Enchanted merchandise! Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein’s website and free eNewsletter is an enchanted cottage you truly must see…

You’re also missing out on insider secrets if you don’t read the “Queen Bee of Filbert Publishing” Beth Ann Erickson’s eBook, “101 No Cost or Low Cost Techniques to Turbo Charge Your Freelance Income”! Go to http://rckayla.filbertpub.hop.clickbank.net to pick up your copy of Beth’s eBook today; she offers a ton of helpful advice on how to earn more than pennies for your freelance work, if you are a freelance writer that is!

Why not also check out our ‘Helpful Links’ Page on this website for other interesting and fun sites that may be of interest to you! (when you’re done reading our magazine, of course J).

See you all next month … until then,

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY,

Happy 4^th of July to our American readers,

Happy Canada Day (July 1^st) to our Canadian readers,

and everyone have a wonderful Summer! But please do be safe!

Now please WELCOME OUR EXECUTIVE EDITOR NANCY CURRIE, (my right-hand gal), along with our many authors; some new, some established who have written poems, short stories and helpful informative articles for you. If you are moved by what they have written, please do let them know by email, or by visiting their websites. [Email addresses and websites are listed in our author’s bios.] Our writing-contributors love hearing from their fans, so our writers thank you!

EXECUTIVE

EDITOR’S CORNER

BY NANCY CURRIE

The Editor’s Corner will return next month.

BEST POEM

OF THE MONTH CORNER!

Beauty in the Beast

By Bryon H. Howell

I wouldn’t let you stop my ruthless flow

you’d know too well how angry I would be

My domineering ways were such the show

I didn’t think you’d like a subtle me.

I’d rather make you think that I was cruel

Than wear my weary heart upon my sleeve

When I was at my best I was a fool –

I’d let you down and leave you there to grieve.

Once I accepted I was sweet inside

My life became much easier to live

The real me is much too nice to hide –

a caring soul with so much love to give.

Today, I’d rather be a humble guy

than some wild beast who makes his loved ones cry.

CONGRATULATIONS BRYON

ON WINING BEST POEM OF THE MONTH!

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Novel Experience

By Joan Skura

Well, I’m here, although I think I’d rather be almost anywhere than sitting on this rock-hard bench, bleacher, whatever it’s called. But June can be very persuasive.

“Come on, Helen, it’s a beautiful evening. It’ll be fun and it’s only two forty-minute halves.”

“Okay,” I’d shrugged. “You know I’ve never been into sports, but it’ll be a new experience I guess.”

These last few years have been a series of novel experiences, beginning with Ted’s sudden realization that he’d wasted his life in teaching, not to mention our marriage, and said he needed to find himself. To do that, it was necessary for him to travel three thousand miles to an island off the west coast, buy a rundown cabin and gaze out over the Pacific. But I’ve moved on.

Five minutes to game time and the teams are clustered on the sideline. The blue-shirted group has more players than the red, but I see two more reds bounding across the field, ponytails flying, before landing on the grass beside their cohorts. Another red-clad player catapults from a car in the parking lot behind us and a cheer goes up from her teammates.

“Which one is Rebecca?” I haven’t seen June’s granddaughter since she was ten (the same year Ted decamped and I moved up north to devote myself to writing full-time); she’s fourteen now.

“The one with the long, blonde ponytail,” June nods toward the blues.

I look at the group, then at June, trying not to laugh. “Uh…Junie, there are at least eight who fit that description.”

“Sorry,” she chuckles. “She’s wearing number fifteen.”

Both groups are on their feet now and I see that Rebecca, once considered small for her age, has grown tall and slender.