Janet A. Wilson
Healing Desire/Love Spiritual Realm
First published by Publish Drive in 2018
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Healing Desire/Love Spiritual Realm is Dedicated to myself, my children, all women who are independent and successful and lastly my ex-husband…
Poem - Love Finding Love
by Janet A. Wilson
When Love finds Love…
Who knows what will be…
It all occur naturally…
The moments interfered by time and space…
All actions have its place…
Our thoughts intertwine the powers that be…
Our loins yearn for the ecstasy…
When love finds love…
Who knows what will be…
It all occur naturally…
Spells broken its only you and I…
There is no witchcraft in me…
Spirits vanish, stride by stride…
Negativity, have no place to abide…
When love finds love…
Who knows what will be…
It all occur naturally…
Janet A. Wilson
Acknowledgement
The Train Station
The Compartment and the Passengers
Arriving as Schedule
New Beginnings
John and Janet's Physical Attraction
James Jones - Real Estate Billionaire
Week-end at Napa Valley
Reuniting and Announcements
Chapter 9
James Jones
Chapter 11
About the Author
Everyone and everything in my life who has a cause and reason to do what is being done…
One
Healing Desire by Janet A. Wilson
Twenty Four Hour Train Ride is an experience of traveling on a popular Train Service in the United States of America. The experience was overwhelming and daunting.
It was a wet and rainy autumn evening in the South of Florida, I was early for my departure to New York, I was already checked in by the agents who were very polite, from the day before when I picked up my ticket. They were informative and seemed to have been the only modern adornment, at the train depot; they spoke in a very southern accent. The following day, early evening I was expected to depart Florida for an unknown time.
First time traveler on the famous United States passenger train, I thought would have been scenic, historical and maybe romantic journey.
The quaint, authentic, very old, railroad station, was painted in beige and brown with benches for waiting passenger both on the inside and on the outside along the platform of the track, a newspaper stand, a ticket machine Quick-Trac Ticketing Kiosk all blended in with the decor a small waiting area and restrooms that could accommodate four people, let me not forget a vending machine.
I scanned the place quickly and decided to pick up my tickets from ticket agent, have a friendly chat and inquired about the train and other pertinent questions so I could be prepared for the trip the following day. I walked through the depot as they were getting ready to close, it was late in the afternoon.
The day of the trip we were anxious, as this was the end of five years in Florida State, I was disappointed, as we accomplished nothing, my mom was ill and she passed away during the course of that five years…we spent time in essence and the last of her days were unexpected.
We arrived at the Train station early it was a stormy afternoon, I checked in validated my tickets and I went to check in my bags on the other side of the track which was even more authenticated than that of the entrance, the ambiance of 18th century decor was made appealing by the old scale, old boxes and suitcases lying around. The checking in of the luggage was the same method as the modern technique at the airport, for the exception of the scale, which was not digital as it had to be in another area. Check-in went well, as I patiently waited for the arrival of the train, my well wishers and I reminisced on all we had experienced while I was in Florida. It was raining lightly and sometimes hard a short lightening storm made is dismal.
At the depot there was an arrival of the Grey Hound Bus which had its final stop in old town where I waited for my long awaited departure for a 24 hour trip to my favorite city. We shopped at the convenience which was conveniently located across the street from the train tracks. The rain and lightening became more intense, and lasted for a good half hour as we hurried for shelter out of the lightening storm our train arrived.
The train arrived on time, we walked along the platform to embark, the boarding was a bit clumsy as the steps were as a ladder with thick metal rungs at least twelve inches (12”) from the ground. I was helped on board by a very polite female conductor and male conductor, they both
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Tracy moaned restlessly on the sand as the water splashed speedily and on the shore, where she have been laying most of the morning, the tides spcarelesslylashing in ebbs and flows on the soft sandy shore massage her back and thighs. The sunbathing made her even tan body appears to be glowing as she lays there thinking of nothing but of the endlessness and vastness of the sea. Tracy was vacationing alone she requested room service daily and a guide.
A journey ends another begins for a mother and her children, as she become an independent success with her children and find love and romance. Surprises, intrigue, adventure, unscrupulous moments and sweet tenderness