Sale on MY books – Jan 26, 2012 through Feb 14, 2012

All of my current publications are ON SALE!!!! Right now through Valentines Day!!! 20% off! That is an INCREDIBLE savings and they all make perfect gifts!

Starting with of course my oldest publication, which is Poems for the Soul! This ORIGINAL collection of poetry is being offered at a 20% discount for the first time EVER! Not only that but it might be the last chance to purchase this soon to be collector’s edition before it is removed from inventory FOREVER!

Followed by Sacred Journeys. This entirely new collection of the “best of 2011″ blog posts is being offered at the rate of 20% off for the first and possibly only time this year. This edition includes the blog “Road to Forever” which is the perfect Valentine’s blog article and the perfect gift to share with that special someone you want to walk this journey with.

And finally, the epitome of poetry collections including many of Tracy’s prayer creations, Walk With Me. An inspirational poetry book. Poetry and Prayers to touch the very essence of your soul. Original photography by Tracy Seekins and artwork by John Seekins.

Remember this offer is ONLY good through Valentine’s Day and is an AMAZING savings on the PERFECT Valentine’s Day gifts. Why not consider buying all three for that special someone and really SHINE! Today is the day to create that perfect memory and what better way than to buy them something truly unique that lasts longer than just the moment that you hand it to them (with that dozen roses you ought to buy too of course).

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It's All About the Journey

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I’ve been thinking a LOT lately about the meaning of life and our journey here. Maybe not so much the meaning but the journey itself.

I think you reach certain ages and there are these moments when someone says something that makes you look back over your life and realize things that you couldn’t have during the experience of it.

For instance I can look back now and know with complete certainty that I wish I had spent MORE time with my kids. Yes I was a stay at home mom for most of their lives but I know now that I was selfish. I remember thinking how pointless life was and how bored I was with it, when I should have been savoring every moment of who they were. I should have been creating MORE memories, for there never are truly enough wonderful ones.

I look back now and wish that I had been more accepting of every single dream they ever had, instead of trying to create dreams for them. I wish I had encouraged them more and done so much less stifling. I wish I had hugged more and yelled less. I wish I had listened more and worried less.

I look back over my years and wish I had done more running and playing when I could have, for now that the ability is gone from my body and my children are grown I wish I had those memories to look back on for us all.

Did I really think they would turn out so bad if I didn’t push and worry all the time? Did I think that if I let them dream they might end up so bad off? I was so worried about them not having money and careers that I pushed them when I should have been playing. I worried when I should have been enjoying. I can’t change that now but I can offer it to other young moms. Stop worrying and enjoy them. Stop rolling your eyes and stick out your tongue. Stop cleaning and dance.

I look at my husband and wonder how I can make him see that every moment we have is precious, even those moments when it feels like there is no LIFE left to our life. The fact that we have each other is amazing.

Yesterday, while I lay here sicker than I’ve been in years and crying, my husband spontaneously came over and just held me and stroked my head. Even though I looked and felt like crap, he came over and made me feel special and took care of me. I’ll hold that moment forever.

In general we simply need to strive for more of those moments, for when we are old and leaving this world that is what we will remember. Those memories are the ones we will hang on to and cherish. We will not wish we worked more or made more money, for in the end money won’t be what matters. In the end we will remember the love and the laughter.

So the next time you are bored and wondering what the hell is wrong with your life, STOP! Take that moment to create something amazing to hang onto or for someone else to hang on to. Create a special moment. Make someone you love feel completely as special as they are to you. Shine the sun of love upon them and watch the flowers of a new memory bloom all around.

Know that in THAT moment you truly lived. Know that in that moment you actually found that “meaning of life” stuff that we all search for. Because really THAT is the meaning, that is the purpose, and in the end that will be what mattered most in this whole crazy journey.

The Long Walk

Posted on January 9, 2012 

I walked and walked, looking for I don’t know what. A Job? A miracle? Happiness? The pot of gold at the end of some unseen rainbow? Knocking on doors and asking for work or just a bit of food like some beggar of old.

If it was just for me, I would starve! But I was responsible for getting her into this and bringing our daughter into this world that once did not seem so cruel. I had to keep going. I had to lower myself and do what needed to be done.

The day was cold and wet. A fog had settled over the countryside, but it didn’t matter I had to get to town and find something, some way.

Some of the doors I knocked upon along the way were slammed in my face and I could hear the comments coming from behind them as I hung my head and moved along. It was embarrassing, humiliating really, but I continued down the row.

At other houses the people might spare a bit of bread or a bag of rice. One person gave me a chicken, which I was so grateful for I almost cried. At the doors that slammed I simply had to remember the kindness of the one before and it helped strengthen my resolve.

As the day wore on I realized I had about 4 bags of food I was carrying. I felt that was enough for one day and, with great relief, chose to knock on no more doors.

Should I turn back and take the food to my beloved or move forward as planned to seek work.

I knew she was sitting at home starving but never showing a bit of it. I had never known such a strong woman in my life. Not a wimper or a frown. She simply smiles and continues on as if we were still a family with money and a respected place within society.

Never had I seen anyone accept the twisted circumstances that life had dealt so many of us with such grace and poise. Lucy simply kept moving forward and never missed a step.

Thankfully Alexis, our baby girl, was not old enough to understand or feel the affect of our sudden lack.

Even with the girls at home waiting for supplies I knew I must move on. A day or two of food is nothing compared to a job that would provide the necesities of life that one often does not think about when one has the ability to simply buy it at any time.

Toilet paper, for example, is a luxery at the moment that we have not always been able to obtain. I will not go into the unpleasant substitutions we have been forced to use at times but I’ll leave it to say that I have learned the value of certain goods that I know I once took for granted.

So I continued through the fog and the occasional misting of rain that would escape from a cloud as if some giant hand had just wrung it out for a moment.

A few more miles and I could see the edge of town. Maybe this was my pot of gold at the end of that invisible rainbow. Maybe here I could find hope and relief at last.

I admit, with a bit of hestitance, that a tear formed in my eye and escaped to roll down my cheek as I thought of the possibilities that lie ahead. I knew the chance of finding something was small, with circumstances being what they currently are, but there was hope and I allowed myself for a moment to remember how that felt.