Symbolizing a Journey ─ Learning Lessons ─ Letting Go ─ and Gaining Insight . . . tools that lead to relationships.
Relationships are formed with people, alcohol, animals, battlefields, diseases, drugs, environments, and even our emotions. Whether toxic or nontoxic they’re an integral part of daily living.
Follow Author Nina Norstrom through the journey as she peels off those toxic relationships. The story takes you through the experiences of grief, pain, trauma, and forgiveness. The story weaves lies with love, betrayal with deception and drama with murder.
As the shoe prints are molded in and out of a variety of unhealthy relationships, they’ll leave behind a blazing trail of lessons. Teaching an ultimate lesson for the meaning of relationships, that builds honesty and compassion.
The story in its raw image projects a remarkable voice to the heroic fight and bravery gained when striking back to wipe out the toxicity of deadly relationships. Through its reading, you will discover the importance that life brings many challenges, and that each challenge provides lessons to be learned.
Inside the Excerpts, are sneak previews of what's bubbling:
Preorders are available for April 5, 2016
DETAILS ABOUT THE JOURNEY
Why is the topic so important?
What we do in our everyday experiences brings about important life lessons. We’re living inside the topic each day we inhale anew breathe. In These days and times, toxicity has settled in the environment. Just think about it: every day we wake up we’re on the battlefield fighting a war. And just feeling where there’s: good against evil; sons against fathers; daughters against mothers; nations against nations; drugs against diseases; and the list goes on and on.
So who is Nina Norstrom, the writer, the author, and the volunteer?
Norstrom a native of Illinois, grew up in a suburban town outside of Chicago. She was a Daddy’s girl and her family was bonded by Christian values.
She has an extensive work history in the public sector. As an added element to her career journey, she taught in the school system. She has been writing for over twenty-five years. Having experienced a mass of tainted relationships, writing therapy helped her find solace. The story, Not Blueprint: It’s the Shoe Prints that Matter, A Journey Through Toxic Relationships, is a representation of her growth and signifies a milestone in her recovery from toxic relationships, to the transition of non-toxicity.
Norstrom says, “Medically, the whole program of journaling was a healing process. It has helped to shape and transform a toxic journey into a prescription for healthy emotional wellness.”
Since going through the journey, she says, “We all go through stuff in life (the good, bad, and ugly). When you think there’s no way out, don’t give up.
It’s that time of the year again! Those darn holidays can be joyous for many, but then for some ‘tis not quite as joyless.
Holidays, birthdays, weddings, graduations, and celebrations . . . ‘tis time of the year we tend to miss our loved ones.
I think about my sister and her loss, my loss, and all the other parents whose precious loved one has gone home to get their wings. Looking back through the stages of life . . .
I can remember when our house was filled with that holiday #blitz of giving, giving, giving, laughter and cheers. You’d think one has gotten use to living without.
Nope, no matter how long of a gap exist there’s still that piece inside that longs for their presence.
They are so precious . . . our little #angels who touched our lives with their special gifts. Their presence shall NEVER BE FORGOTTEN and forever will be a part of our memories.
Still it's a time to rejoice . . . this ole world is so seeded with toxicity. Knowing they're in a better place than you or I brings peace..
Not a Blueprint: It's the Shoe Prints That Matter
She’d given birth to a set of twins,a girl and boy. But her baby boy only lived three days and died at the Little Company of Mary Hospital. Hearing that news, I felt numb. Dana had had a little baby I’d never meet, and I felt her pain. As the tears rolled down my cheeks, I felt so empty inside. I wasn’t sure if the emptiness was for my sister and her loss or for not being able to know her little angel. The one thing I knew was that I had to be there whenever she was ready to talk. In the face of her loss, it wasn’t about giving advice, but listening and sharing time with her. I could only hope my presence would make a difference. As time passed, she never spoke about it. And I had to respect her choice — those were her memories.