Shifting Stories and Writing Stories—all focused on the reason perception is reality and practical ways to shift it towards what you wish to experience in your life.
The crosswalk that turned into five stories.
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Hi Reader ~ A little over a year ago I sat down to write one short story. A daughter, a rainy crosswalk, a father who wasn't supposed to be there. I thought that was all it was. One story, done in a week, on to the next thing. It wasn't done. Maya wouldn't leave. And then Helen showed up, and Alice, and the sisters in Not In Time, and finally Calla with her impossible maps. Five women who see what the rest of us can't, each of them sure at first that what they see is a burden. Each of them slowly finds out what it's for. I didn't plan a series. I followed one. That's how most of the true things in my life have gone, and I suspect yours have too. You say yes to one small thing, and it turns out to be the first of five. On Thursday, all five came together in one book, The Visible and The Invisible. Seeing them side by side felt less like finishing something and more like finally seeing what I'd been writing all along. 📚 Out Now All five stories. One book. $2.99 through Wednesday.The Visible and The Invisible: Five Visionary Stories is out on Amazon, and for launch week it's $2.99 — the lowest it will be. If you've read one of the five, you know the feeling I mean. If you haven't, this is where to start. Get The Visible and The Invisible → If you've already read any of the five, a short, honest review this week is the one thing I can't do for the book myself. Leave a review → 🌿 FROM MY GARDEN A family of squash. The dad, the mom, the sister, the baby who will never grow up, and the awkward uncle. Two children who have already left home. And the dad became yummy soup the next day. Flowers that fill the autumn garden... ✨ Something To Inspire Someone counted. The Emperor Penguin wears about 80,000 feathers, sixty to the square inch, and a hummingbird gets by on fewer than a thousand. I listened to this two-minute BirdNote twice because I was so amazed by it! Which bird has the most feathers? → This Week's Quote Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. —Kahlil Gibran Until next time—be well and magnify good. ✨ With love, PS: Reply and tell me which of the five stories in the book found you first. I love hearing from you! Books by Beca Lewis Stories that shift the way you see everything.Mystery, women's fiction, visionary fantasy, and spiritual self-help. Pick a world and step in. |
Beca Lewis
Shifting Stories and Writing Stories—all focused on the reason perception is reality and practical ways to shift it towards what you wish to experience in your life.
Hi Reader ~ Almost every year, something happens that makes me happy and puzzles me at the same time. If you know the answer, I’d love to hear it. A bluebird couple tries to get into the house. The male leads the way. And no, it isn’t that he sees his reflection. I know because he tries every window, and I’ve gone outside and looked in. There’s no reflection. What I see is the room. And I know that’s what he sees too, because he, and sometimes she, sees me looking back. We have one of those...
Listen to this one On the way to yoga one morning, I passed a man walking down the street proudly displaying his political affiliation. It was not mine. For a split second, I judged him. And then I judged myself for judging him. A few blocks later, I stopped judging us both and did what I always do. I thought about perception. Yes, my favorite topic. Because whether we notice it or not, perception rules. The question I couldn’t answer Somewhere between the corner and the studio door, a...
Join the conversation on Substack... While walking one morning, I had a magical experience. As I turned the corner onto the next street, the world went silent. Not nature—the world. I made no sound. My feet were silent. My breath was silent. It was as if the person I call me wasn’t there. I had become a camera moving through the green trees, recording birdsong, feeling the blue of the sky as if it reached all the way down to the road. I was gliding through a piece of the universe, and yet the...