The Spell Of Grandmothering~ )O(


For decades I slept or rushed through multitudes of splendid golden sunrises, I was unresponsive to the delicate dew kissed bird music of dawn and I overlooked a million enchanted glitter-spun moon beams.
Having a Grandchild made me magickal again~

Published by sheilarosskuhn

I write, I am an earth mother goddess...

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  1. Wouldn’t you agree, the first time you hold a grandchild in your arms, some kind of weird wash of love, peace & connection envelops your entire being? The feeling is spectacular & actually indescribable & totally different than the first touch of your own child…

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