Author Archives: Gabrielle

  Greetings… I was considering the tragedy in Charleston, South Carolina this past week.  I was also considering other tragedies in previous years…useless violence towards so many…in the Twin Towers, in schools, in churches, in other countries all over the world. People, children, and animals being violated in most horrific and even deadly ways.  Man’s “inhumanity against man”. It made me remember a wonderful story I heard many years ago in 2002 entitled  “They’re Singing Your Song”. I want to quote the story below because shortly after reading this story, I began to develop an unusual creativity when I would meet children or some adults that I felt a connection to.   It was then that a story began for me to add to this unusual account of what I call “Heart Songs”. I would hear the music and lyrics to the heart song of a person.   The first time I experienced this was with a small young boy in a preschool I was visiting while reading my children’s book, “Taryn Toad Tosses Pebbles”.   He had disabilities but one thing he loved was music. He would always carry a small guitar to school with him even though he didn’t know exactly how to play it.  When I … Continue reading →

In the Circle of the Seasons, Summer Blue is the season that teaches children about tending the seeds that have been planted after they have begun to grow. It teaches the children to nurture their garden by watering and caring for the garden daily. Children are like gardens that need the right seeds planted when they are young (Sweet Spring), and then nurtured while they are maturing (Summer Blue) so that the result is a harvest of a whole and complete young person (Autumn Gold).  Then our beautiful Winter White comes to give everyone in the garden of life a rest. The focus of Summer Blue is  feeling…feeling the warmth of nurturing and care…feeling the warmth of the gentle sun. Summer Blue’s Song Summer smiles…all the while, and days stretch into years. Warm sun…shines and touches all and she holds back the days of fall. Rivers run…in slow…time, catching the whipper will’s call. Come to the edge of river’s ledge or sit beside my waterfall. Soft summer breezes…gentle sneezes beckoning one and all. Just listen at night…to the nightingale’s call…just listen to the nightingale’s call. Second Verse And all about…as dusk comes out among the starlit skies…trees are lit with little stars… … Continue reading →

HELLO, I AM SWEET SPRING – I AM DRESSED IN THE SONG OF SPRING… …LAVENDER LILACS, WHITE DAFFODILS, RED TULIPS AND YELLOW CROCUS. YOU WILL HEAR THE SONG OF SPRING AT MY GARDEN GATE SO HURRY IN…DON’T BE LATE. COME INTO MY WORLD AND YOU CAN MEET ALL MY FRIENDS…TWIG AND BLOSSOM…SKUNK AND POSSUM AND OF COURSE, MY MEADOWLARK. I WILL TEACH YOU HOW TO PLANT A SPRING GARDEN AND THEN CARE FOR THE SEEDS YOU HAVE PLANTED… YES, PLANTING SEEDS…PULLING WEEDS…IT’S ALL PART OF MY SEASON. Spring is all about hearing the sounds that are all around us.  Everything is fresh and new. It is a time to plant new seeds and to wake up from the “rest” of Winter and begin the cycle of new life that comes each  year by planting and sowing only what you want to harvest in Autumn. Sweet Spring teaches children to hear and listen as the glory of Spring breaks forth all around into new life. I would like to share the words to my Song of Spring with you  and invite you to stay and plant the garden with me.                                … Continue reading →

Scene I You are snug in your warm bed.  Outside the winter night is about to come alive with all of your night-time…winter-time friends… You look out your window and see snow beginning to fall gently all around. You see small houses with chimney smoke circling up into the dark night sky. The children who live in this small town are away now in their dreams. There are two frozen lakes where the children skate in the winter day. Then, you see Winter White dressed in a beautiful snowflake-crystal gown. She waves to you and you wave back.   Right beside Winter White is Old Jack Frost tip toeing in his striped pajamas with a long knit cap to the side of his head. He waves to you and you wave back from your wee tiny bed. You look up and see the little Princess, Moon Beaming beginning to climb on an invisible ladder into the midnight blue sky. You hear her song…   “When the sun goes down and I come up…”Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark”. When starlight twinkles oh so bright and Old Jack Frost meets Winter White…Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark. The night time sings … Continue reading →

 Winter White’s Song   Winter is a time of sleeping, and most of all a time for keeping, everything Winter White.  “Til Spring is back and ready to break through, when everything starts anew. And so it is, and so it goes, that Winter White always knows to drape all things with cold white snow, to clean the air, to make things grow.   For snow makes wet the ground below ready for seeds in Spring to sow.   Soft in silence I fall in flakes, while loud and fierce the North wind blows.  I Winter White can often be seen, lying on the ground or drifting round the trees or floating in a winter-chill breeze.   I watch over my friends in the light or the dark…the children warming by the fireplace hearth.   My friends Mr. Sun and the Clouds who Steam…the Dancing Moon who always beams and most of all…above all else… The Snowman because he tried because he can…who learned to sing…who learned to dance…who read a book…who took a chance.