author | Amor Milagre

Posted on May 26, 2025July 15, 2025 by Amor Milagre

Reading a Storyland in the Mountains

Storyland NH Field trip, Photos by Amor Milagre

Lilacs and green White Mountain ranges, a drive over and through the steep woods, stingrays and nibbling fish, and a family stroll through the land of fairy tales delighted us over the weekend. Having moved to the high hills and lakes, we read on and on. We happened upon a wooden house from one our recent reads and found a bed, a stone stove, little chairs, and skis. Heidi’s house in the Alps appeared atop a New Hampshire hill, overlooking her little town, with sprouting green ridges stretched out above in the near distance. I recalled walking along the Alps and looked about for the white cows and goats that graze in my memory. Mother Goose read to us in her lavender bonnet, we rowed with pirates and found more treasures, reminding me of Idlewild Park, a bit south, both parks having the Little Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe. No children but visitors on this yellow boot. Next door, alligators and jellyfish swam, though in very tight tanks. I’m not interested in zoos, as encapsulating wild ones is too sad. We tried first rides, and many other little firsts. We’re so proud, such big steps for our dear family.

Today, we’ll record details from this homeschool field trip. It was generally lovely, relaxed, and less crowded than parks for older kiddies, but the others’ babes were quite overtired, crying, and the tightly formed lines didn’t help. We’re extremely sensitive and outtings are difficult, but the appreciated prevention of smoke at this park made it possible for us to try it! It is a park for little cubs, after all. Conway was bustling with craft fair tents as we passed by on the lower road home, and we read out curious shop names to visit another day. We retreated back home, to de-mask and de-mitten, to rest feet and backs, and to unwind overstimulated senses with lasagna, recaps, and cuddles. Many questions were answered, for little darlings need help processing so much energy spent in one place and time. We all do, actually…

This morning, a peach pie sizzles in the oven. We’ll return to Storyland next spring, for this cool air went swimmingly with that funny pumpkin coach energy. We may even try Santa’s Village, for little elves here already know so much about the North Pole, and it would be fun to enjoy some of the perks of the job. Now, we’ll tuck into some new library books, and edit my tales, for getting to know characters lends such joy to one’s life.

Happy Summer Adventures! Take the best care. Love, ~Amor Milagre

…home again home again jiggity jig…

Storyland NH Field trip, Aquarium, Photos by Amor Milagre — Storyland NH Field trip, Aquarium Photos by Amor Milagre

Amor Milagre Peach Pie: Vegan Organic Sugar-Free

Music of the Moment: One, two, buckle my shoe…

Posted on May 18, 2025May 19, 2025 by Amor Milagre

Once…

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.

Listen within. It is fun. Love, ~ Amor Milagre

Posted on May 11, 2025May 13, 2025 by Amor Milagre

Mother’s Day?

With handmade love notes, a tiny sweet doll named Khalila, chocolate chip pancakes and giggles in bed, time to write or paint, and a fresh planting of seeds in our Rose Cottage garden, I could be describing this sweet, sunny Mother’s Day…and I could also be telling you about our recent Sundays these past few weeks. Once life becomes steady and settled, we have more time for regular simple pleasures such as these, but we’ve always aimed for daily respect, attention, and loving communication to fulfill each other’s needs and ideas.

*If the world celebrates Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Baby’s Day, Earth Day….every day…then everyone will be readily able to receive, accept, and give love and adoration without cause for surprise, or commercials to remind you to reach out. They’ll know how deal with being loved. We are all made of love, and we all can really feel this is true. Open your hearts today, and every day, so that when it comes time for your specially named day, it’s just an extra way for your beloveds to show that they care for you. You will already know it and have felt it all the years through.

If you haven’t achieved this healthy structure, even after years of fostering and encouraging it, and even if you have, then perhaps your non-day off is more a forced gratitude situation of sudden odd amounts of attention? And, maybe the offer may not even be repeated every year if you didn’t praise the belated grocery store bouquet enough? Then, what do they even expect for Father’s Day? What has your year built up to celebrate? From my childhood memory, the men somehow got to leave the house…sneaking off to golf, ignoring any offer of gifts, and making yet another day about them? Does that help a family to feel good to share their appreciation? Here, we reciprocate the same sweetnesses equally for both parent-centric days, and we love being together all of the time. What if you are sick, or perhaps tired (laughing), when the day rolls around? Do you miss your chance, or is it all bundled into one gesture? Is it lonely or sad? Why bring it up for everyone when it is different for everyone?

My husband is nice, but it still takes so much for two different people to understand…really anything. Please calendar-makers, let us decide our own times of celebration…ideally every day from: now to then. You are confusing the children. There are many dates on there which we do not celebrate, but somehow this one is hard to escape. The weather plays such a role in when we celebrate holidays, and so does our health. The false kindness directed toward mothers once a year, but not every day at the library, at the store, at the doctor’s office, is not on our menu. Be real. Choose what and when you celebrate. Respect us everywhere, always.

Be kind every day, and get to know what your beloved prefers. I don’t like dead flowers. They remind my senses of funerals. Shall we, then, on our holiday have a funeral for the poor flowers? My husband gifts me seeds. He’s outside now…planting them for us. This is a gift. Perennial flowers that we can enjoy every time the wind comes in warm with the spring months, some are even edible! We know when spring is here. No reminders needed. Take the pressure off your loved ones…enjoy every moment with them as you live it.

*A special note for the world: Women and children’s health is, and has always been, in desperate need of attention. Our rights, our illnesses, our safety, our state of being and treatment in/by this world need top priority. Remedy this lack of care and respect for us with real healthcare, real education for all to respect us, new laws to help us, and real equal rights and opportunities in effortlessly safe conditions as the new basic standard. We deserve to live as ourselves as we need to live. We are not creatures. We are people. We have our own lives, so leave us be. You will respect us. That’s it. It’s done. Now, we all live well and pleasantly, doing what we love and enjoy. This is a way to honour mothers. Let it be a perennial you plant in your mind, a daily affirmation, until it is engrained in your blood….the blood your mother gave you. Cheery? We’d like our lives to be so.

Also, being a healthy mother ties into all of this. Everyone can be a healthy parent, partner, child…and the cycle continues…so make it a good one. You can restart at any time. Love is sincerity and truth. Care about all mothers, everywhere, not only the ones around you or none at all. *Motherhood is not only the most difficult and risky experience to survive and to keep doing, but it is a wondrous one to know, and through it, you know more of yourself. Bravely invite this honesty and grow from it.

Sending loving supportive energy to all of the mothers. I know.

Respect for women and children is necessary every day to truly celebrate motherhood, not to mention the existence of our world.

Love, ~ Amor Milagre

Posted on May 10, 2025May 13, 2025 by Amor Milagre

Book Illustration: A New Beginning

Amor Milagre Story Illustration Original Books and Art Self-Health Novelettes

When one book of characters packs up and travels to the printer’s, patient tales then perk up and peek at their faces and trees appearing on new deckled-edge papers on my desk, here in the library at Rose Cottage.

“That’s not what I look like! I’m a brunette…and I would never wear that! I’m from twenty years before that style,” they remind me.

“Ah, yes…right. Sorry. My hair colour has changed since we bumped into each other that day.”

So bossy, but…correct. “I’ll look it up.” They wear me out…

For many years now, I’ve been constantly scribbling down stories, day and night. There are too many to release separately, so several volumes will release as quickly as I can compile them together in the shuffling groups as they were born. It’s only fair…

Empowering, meandering stories, belonging to my endless Self-Health Novelette book series, will begin to release in the years nearest you now.

I love writing them, then painting them up…but typing? No! Anything but typing…so this will take a bit.

Not everyone will be displayed, as many of my characters are described in soulful adjectives, allowing the listener to imagine. I sit and paint with music, my darling husband reading to us…

If I can snag him, he’ll narrate some of my novels and children’s books in future. At least, I want his voice for roles that he inspired. After I release the newly illustrated Leona’s Homecoming, I’ll rerecord those four first books. Some of these watercolours will be available as fine art prints and stationery as well. Oh, so many joys to enjoy!

Music of the Moment: The flipping of new-old books from library sales and borrowings.