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Welcome! Cosy up with a warm drink as I meander down the past decade of home renovations and introduce you to my company, Amor Milagre. A Gentle Life Collection is full of empowering, sweet, unique, and loving books, artwork, stationery, woodworking, design, and gifts for all ages. I am an artist, author, designer, gardener, and homeschool mother. This first video, organized from spring to winter, is an overview of all of the lovely organic living we do. I hope you enjoy it, and I’ll post again on my new youtube channel soon!
I am pleased to introduce the illustrated Vol. I of The Love Letter Diaries, Leona’s Homecoming. These darling books are my favourite. They are my heart. I hope they become a part of yours, too. So, if you like romance, peaceful living, gardening, art, seasonal holidays, delicious foods, love, mer-mysteries, and sweet families, then allow these life-long friends to invite you into their beautiful world. Hold them dear, and they will whisper amusing ideas for you to try as you write your own days.
Unfold mysteries of past, present, and future lives and loves through the empathic souls of Leona’s town of friends as they invent and enjoy simple pleasures and Nature’s joy during the first year of seasonal festivals. The illustrations reflect the memory-based scrapbook evolution of the story. This is an ongoing tale of real love, healing, connection, and the endless benefits of growing an ever-expanding web of kind hearts. Adoration lives in each character of this Italian seaside town, guided in love by one lovely woman. Her granddaughter, and her friends, continue sharing this positive energy together.
This ethically made book series allows the reader to explore the four seasons of Leona’s beautifully sensitive world. The books are a delight and a chance for planting and growing seeds of positive change for all. The festivals are full of delicious foods and exciting events where every person’s gifts are celebrated. (Printed on cream FSC Certified Paper in the USA.)
I have written these books in love and gratitude in the hope that these pages will blend peacefully into my readers’ lives. These loving novels are wonderful gifts for the Self and Dear Ones to explore your own passions, while appreciating each season of nature’s gifts. Read these books in order for a sense of how simple pleasures and small acts of kindness can add up to connective positive changes that benefit all for ages.
Amor Milagre Nature Waterscape Photography Lake Maine New England Painting Spot
Our mer-family is on a quest to find an unpolluted swimming spot for the spring through autumn time. Water is a healing way to connect with the soul. In our last town, we enjoyed two private, yet open to the public, waterscapes. It is still an unsavoury thought that where there is pollution in one place that it flows into everything else, including us. We urge everyone to end this pollutive madness and begin to repair our planet. Here, there are many small areas with too many people and boats. At first, this spot seemed alright for painting on cool days when no one else comes, but the boat fuel pollution renders it unsafe for a swim. I also wouldn’t be able to go now due to the road traffic and town renovation sound/vibration pollution. We, of course, will not reveal our findings…but you may still wish us luck! We’ll need it.
In the meantime, care about your footsteps…leave only love behind. Nature is worth preserving. We are a small part of her, and we depend on her. Love Nature, for she loves us.
After finishing a book series, several years in the making, I celebrate this thrilling liberation with some cosy bakes and cooks: a weekly vegetable soup, some demi biscuits, baby tarts, and spiced apples.
Amor Milagre Author, A Gentle Life Bookshop, Hoppy Bunny Illustration
Isn’t it so very interesting to record something? A moment of thought, feeling, senses… Not for anyone, just you. Don’t listen to anyone who says your senses are incorrect. That makes no sense. Yours are yours. You can express. You must. It is natural. I was made to observe for so long. Made to wait to live. Sick. Surviving. I painted, yes…and I still do, but now…I cannot stop writing stories…my hand hurts. Did you know that there is this well inside of yourself…just waiting to be heard? Much more than you thought was there, which was already so much. Unblock this timeless space by removing yourself from the distractions and pollution surrounding you and built into your non-beneficial daily routines. To be able to finally hear oneself again is a relief. Do not pollute and prevent others from their self-connection either. Our world needs a new beginning full of green plants and fresh air. Untangle yourself from the buzzing mess of cords and blinding lights and walls of sound. Free us from this poisonous frequency and shed all wires wrapping the earth. Decompress. Get back to you.
This is so very interesting. Endless. An intangible joy.
I do not wish to think of bones, mere dust held together by moons. I focus on stories. I depend upon stories to hold together my given set of bones, though they scrape and burn as they disintegrate causing a fire of endless pain. I need stories to distract from this. I take no medicine. They research no comforts or cures. I write endless stories, not only to express my other world of dreams, ideas, persistent unfolding rooms and eyebrows raised, lashes asleep, or waves unending. They are me, I am them, and I am their translator, though no words or brushes could ever make them vivid to you. No one reads them, no ones can sense them…do you see this? Everyone is so very very lost. I keep our family aware, open, and alive. Where are all of the stories? Can you feel them? They are everywhere. They speak and dance and laugh and cry…there are trees in my eyes… There are stories. I write them down. My cursed bones can barely read my scribbles. I try anyway. We hear them, my breadcrumbs and keys for my baby, my salt sprinkles and downpours of sweetness for my husband, to follow. I do what I can with these sandy bones. I know that where I exist is beyond them, a plane walker.
All I ask of you is to do what you can with yours…be good to our worlds, and be grateful for what you do have, and can make….finding it all in the air you breathe. It is all there…always…just open your senses and, absorb. Truth is not hard to find. Love is everywhere. Breathe in this wisdom of stories flying, flying. Love it back. You are what is missing from your life.
Treat us well while we are here. We open the windows… Love, ~ Amor Milagre
