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Welcome to Creative Heart Publishing

You've come to the right place if you would like to enjoy some writing from the heart. Please feel free to have a look around. I've included several free word search puzzles, too.

I am always here if you have some questions. 

Be well; be at peace.

Words from my heart to yours,

Lyn E. Ayre

Member of the Federation of BC Writers

Please note: I create my websites with Microsoft FrontPage 2000. When my former computer had problems, I had to buy a new one and upgrade to Windows 8, which doesn’t support this platform. I had my former computer fixed with the sole intent of just keeping it for updating my websites. It seems I may not be able to do this. If that’s the case, I won’t be able to update my web pages but wanted to let you all know that I’m still in practice even though my website may now be static and just for the purposes of informing you about what I do. Email is still the best way to connect with me as is the phone. Hopefully, this may all work out, but if it doesn’t, I wanted you to know why. Love Lyn

 

Author's Bio 

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When I was little, my dad read poems to me that he had written; some of them were quite profound to a little girl but that was what began the expansion in my mind and my curiosity about words. He treated me to a thick scribbler and a box of pencils so I could write down my ‘funny thoughts’, as he dubbed them. This is how it all began for me, when I was just eight years old.

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I spent hours at the library in New Westminster, completely absorbed in books. I experienced writing episodes where I was doing my best to keep up with the thoughts that were exploding in my head so I could quickly write them down. Poems literally dropped down from my mind to the paper with little or no effort. I didn't have to do another thing to them as they were fine just as they were. I couldn't explain it and I couldn't claim it either. For many years, I just kept my scribblers and odd pieces of paper in a file and the contents never saw the light of day.

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In my twenties, I wrote several songs but raising my children and a really satisfying singing career was how I used my creative energy. I was happy and felt grateful to learn more about photography, how to hand-build pottery from clay, working with liquid embroidery, and how to create acrylic paintings.

In my thirties, I began to draw together all my scraps and little booklets then put them in some order. I felt timid but I did begin to read some of it to my friends. Encouraged by their responses, I entered many contests and amassed many rejection letters. :) I sat on this for a while and contemplated if I really wanted to pursue this writing craze. There was never a time that I totally stopped but I could never really get started either.

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My late thirties, forties, and fifties saw an avalanche of words, which never ceased to fall out of my pen. I amassed several books - for kids, recipes, humour, short stories, and lots and lots of poetry. I'd begun a greeting card business and wrote all of it myself. I joined a writers' group called Women and Words. We offered readings in our communities and sold our books. There was always lots to write about so I did. 

At 49, after my Mother passed, I decided to write a book called 'The Life of Vi' but soon discovered I didn't know enough about her. So, I wrote my memoir on sticky-notes while working at an office. I'd write the note to get it out of my head so I could work, stick it in my purse, then word process them after supper. The book is called "Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole" and ended up being over 67,345 words long. That's a lot of sticky-notes. Through writing this book, my mother's story was told in detail from age 17 to 67. Most of what I (specifically) knew about her is in there. Our stories are so intertwined.

I've taken many writing courses, (most recently, How to write a great novel and How to write a great script), studying Writing & Publishing at SFU, and enjoying various workshops all over the lower mainland of BC.  

I began my writing journeys pencil to paper, used a typewriter in high school, then on to sticky notes, cigarette packages, and scraps of this and that, and finally word processing, which I can easily and elegantly do on my laptop.

Having just turned 62 (Jul 2013), I now belong to the Port Moody Writers' Group and am a member of the Federation of BC Writers. I'm where I belong.

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/CreativeHeartPublishing 

Read All About It...

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About my books: All of my books are formatted to read just like any other book with chapters beginning on the right hand page. These are E-books in .pdf format, which are easily read on-line or printed off and taken with you.

Ordering: please email lynayre@telus.net with your selection and I will email an invoice for you to pay. Please see Methods of Payment below for multiple options. Once paid, I will email you the book.

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Quick Links:

For Kids

A Gift for Zachary

Feelings

What Can I Do?

For adults

The Grateful Gourmet

Of This Space and Time

Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole

Little Book of Meditations

In The Light 

Phrases & Fractals

 

Word Search Puzzles

Methods of Payment

 

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"Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole"

Read An Excerpt

About the Book:  

A memoir that reads like a novel, “Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole” spans the whole array of human emotions. Lyn Ayre’s story will resonate with many who struggle with their own challenges. This book gives us all an opportunity to see life through another’s eyes and to feel the true gratitude of another’s heart.  

209 pages: 2002

ISBN 0-9731427-0-7

$20.00  

 

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"The Grateful Gourmet"

Mom's home-cookin' made easy. A personal treasure of tried and true family recipes, all of which are delicious. 

59 Recipes plus tips on shopping, food handling, food storage

32 pages; 1998

$12.00

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In The Light

Read an excerpt

About The Book

Now healed from a seemingly hopeless state of health, Lyn can fully appreciate a life of Light, Love, and Laughter. Her wonder about how Spirit works, in her life, fills Lyn with awe. Everyday mundane things have taken on a new meaning – a brightness – that they have never had before. As she says, “God is the bass note, the voices of my husband and I sharing late into the night are the melody, and the sounds of my family are the harmony, which fill my moments with music.”

39 pages; 2005 

ISBN 0-9731427-8-2

$12.00

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"Little Book of Meditations"

Includes 27 Meditations written over the last 25 years, tips for meditating, and frequently asked questions. 

56 pages; 2004 

ISBN 0-9731427-7-4

$15.00

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Of This Space and Time

Pure poetry in praise of life, love, and laughter. Having come to the middle years of my life, I have a new perspective to offer. Read an excerpt.

70 pages; 2000

ISBN 0-9731427-2-3 

$15.00

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"Phrases & Fractals"

A compilation of inspiring notes along side 25 gorgeous energy fractals. 

Sample of Phrases & Fractals.pdf

51 pages, 2008

$15.00

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Excerpt from Fragments...

 To Have And To Hold  

... Norm, Aaron and Dorothy had planned a surprise. He donned his tuxedo and lay in wait for his unsuspecting partner to walk through the door. I was escorted up to the living room and asked to take a seat on the couch. Then Norm came in and knelt before me with single red rose between his teeth. He told me how much he loved me and what it meant to him to have me in his life. I laughed, cried, and said ‘yes’ when he popped the question.

We set the date for a few months later. One night, as we ate our meal at the Bonanza Restaurant in Surrey, we planned our Wedding Day. Using several napkins, we mapped out the details; who to invite, what to say on the invitations, what to wear, who would be in the bridal party, the feast, the music, the first dance and all of the myriad details that go into planning the ‘big day’. 

We had become close friends with my sister, Valerie, and her partner, Ted. They were to be our Matron of Honour and Best Man. Our song is “Always” by Atlantic Starr. We asked our kids to sing it for us after we said our vows. We wrote words of love and devotion to say to each other to say in front of our family and friends. Fifty people were invited and we ended up seating forty-two in our living room. We placed candles and fresh flowers on every surface to create a romantic ambiance. Rather than go with a particular colour scheme, we went with several - blue, pink, yellow, green and purple. A sumptuous buffet covered the top of our pool table in the den.

We were sequestered in our room and watched through the window as our guests arrived. Alternately pensive and excited, the anticipation mounted. Finally, we heard the music swell and our escorts were at the bedroom door. We walked down the hall and turned to the left. Just as we came into the dining room, Norm’s knees gave out and we both thought he would fall over. He took a deep breath, found his feet and we gracefully made our entrance.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly until it was time to say our vows. All of a sudden, a plane flew over the house and this set Mom’s dog, Taffy, to yapping. She barked all the way through our promises to each other. But, I heard Norm and he heard me. That’s all that matters in the end. It was a beautiful sunny day. We had found a love to last. Surrounded by our family and friends, what more could anyone ask. I said a silent prayer of thanks. At 11:17 a.m. on 20May1989, we were pronounced husband and wife.

The reception was held downstairs. We had a dance floor and lots of room for everyone to have a great party. At five o’clock, we decided to make our get-away.

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We’d planned a weekend to Harrison Hot Springs as our honeymoon. After a delicious dinner at the Hot Springs Hotel, we decided to have a little nap then take a walk on the beach and enjoy the moonlight before retiring. We woke up ten hours later at 6:00 a.m. the next morning. So much for our wedding night.

“Well, that’s okay.” We told each other.

“There’s always today and the rest of our lives.”

I was craving coffee and so my new husband set out to find me a ‘cuppa’. First, he tried the front desk. They were brewing a pot but it was for the staff only. He got in the car and started searching around Harrison but to no avail. He went as far as Agassiz but still no luck. He drove back to the hotel and spotted a man carrying the black brew. The man said there was a little coffee shop up a side street so Norm jumped back in the car and tore off up the street. He bought us two cups of coffee each and hastily made his way back to our room.

I had started to get worried as he’d been gone for over half an hour. I’d had a shower and gotten ready for a day of exploring. I so appreciated his efforts in getting me a cup of coffee to start my day. I drink two cups in the morning to kick-start the old bod and I really miss it if I don’t get it.

We went into the restaurant for breakfast and then off to see the sites of the town.

After lunch, we were moved to go back to our room and pick up where we had left off the night before...

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We hung out with my sister, Valerie and her partner, Ted. We all had teenagers at home so when we would get together, the old ‘soapbox’ would come out and circulate around the room. It was great to be able to vent openly and get some support from people who were going through similar things to us.

Ted and Norm were like brothers, very close. They had both grown up in Great Britain and had some interesting ‘sayings’ that always got Valerie and I to raising our eyebrows and chuckling to ourselves.

One day, we decided to take ‘the boys’ to Victoria for Father’s Day. Not telling them where we were going, we left the house at six o’clock in the morning. Valerie had dug up some blinds for them to wear so they couldn’t see. We drove to Surrey and had breakfast. Then we pulled out the masks and had Norm put on the elephant one and Ted, the doggie one. I took a circuitous route to the ferry and they were trying to guess which way we were going. It was hilarious.

As we approached the terminal, Valerie got out of the car and walked up to the booth to explain the spectacle, ask for silence and purchase our passage. The looks we got as we drove past the attendant were priceless. I guess he’d seen everything now. It wasn’t until I drove over the ramp that the guys surmised we were going on the ferry.

Arriving in Sydney, we drove on to Victoria. Our goal was to have high tea at the Empress Hotel. There was time to explore so we walked around the town and ended up at Beacon park. We fooled around like teenagers and had a wondrous and free time for a while.

Then we went back to the hotel to change. I discovered to my dismay that, in the dark, I had grabbed one black high heel and one black flat. I ended up wearing my sandals. We didn’t know we needed a reservation, so our hopes for high tea were dashed. But all was not lost. We headed downstairs and had ‘low tea’ and a fantastic dessert.

We went to Victoria again for my fortieth. We had adjoining housekeeping rooms with a little kitchen. On the day of my Birthday, the radio was playing and Valerie and I were dancing in the kitchen. We were laughing and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. The guys were loading up the car.

All of a sudden, I was on the floor and unable to breath. From far away, I could hear Valerie yelling “Lynnie, Lynnie!”  ...

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Excerpt from "In The Light"

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Life is sometimes very strange. In 1993, I’d heard my Mom quit smoking and I thought ‘if Mom can do it, I certainly can.’ I did, and I’ve never looked back. Unfortunately, Mom started to smoke again. In 1999, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Years of smoking finally caught up with her. My mom, Vi Hutton, crossed over on March 2, 2001. As you can imagine, it was a very difficult time for us all. We rallied round each other and did what had to be done, just like most families do.  

My mom didn’t seem to be a religious sort but she made sure we always went to Sunday school and had the opportunity to make up our own minds. Having the love of God and Jesus Christ instilled in me at an early age has been a saving Grace on many occasions. This was definitely one of them. Prayer and meditation saw me through many a tearful time.  

My Mother loved people and was always there to lend a hand or simply enjoy a good laugh. She was just a regular gal. Or so I thought.  

Several days after she died, I asked my husband, Norm, to have a look at the Christmas cactus in the bedroom. I thought I saw a bud on it. We’d had it for about ten years and it had only ever bloomed around Norm’s birthday in the middle of November. I always thought to myself, ‘some Christmas cactus! It always blooms a month early!’ He confirmed what I’d seen.  

I did some research on the blossoming of this plant and found out that March is usually the resting month for Christmas cactus. I watched in amazement as a single bud slowly formed over the following week. On the first day of spring, it was in full glory. This tiny flower was the size of my baby finger. It looked like a shocking pink and stark white flying angel. My mom was wearing a shocking pink head covering when she passed. She loved this colour. I fussed over that little bloom and took many photos of it, sending them off to family and friends.  

One day, as I prayed over the flower, I began to laugh. This truly was a sign from mom and showed her weird and wacky sense of humour. In life she couldn't grow any plants indoors so she dotted silk and plastic ones throughout their home. In death, she grew a single beautiful bloom, which always amazed me. I knew this was my Mom sending me a message of survival. I appreciated her efforts. This went on for ten years. There was no bloom in 2011... 

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Excerpt from "Of This Space and Time"

Cycles

(C) 1991 Lyn E. Ayre

 

Troughs created, breaking foam.

Miles of ocean on sand roam.

All that was here, is here, how?

Changing matter, then to now.

 

And now to then and back again.

Recycled into this and that.

There’s nothing new in heaven, on earth.

It’s all that is from death to birth.

 

And up and down and out and in

Through cycles many, end, begin.

In crashing surf and seagulls fly,

There’s no such thing as live or die.

 

It all is here. It’s never gone.

It separates, then comes to one.

The same and changing, ever be.

From past to present. Eternity.  

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Kid's Books

A Gift For Zachary

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Excerpt: A few weeks later, as Zachary was walking home from school, he heard a funny sound coming from a bush. He stopped to see what it was. There was Tyler who had been chased by the same kids who had made fun of him. He remembered how good it felt to tell his Dad what had happened. He told Tyler how badly he had felt when he had been chased and teased. He showed him the boat that Martin had made for him. He saw how happy Tyler was becoming just by talking about how badly he felt. Zachary felt a strange surge in his chest. Suddenly, he handed over the boat to Tyler. He had never felt so happy.

ISBN 0-9731427-3-1
$8.00 CAD for the E-Book

What Can I Do?

 

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Eight verses with corresponding illustrations. Brightly colored pages.

Excerpt: 5th verse- What are the things that Daddy does that makes my life just great? He goes to work and dries the dishes and builds castles with a cup and a plate.

ISBN 0-9731427-4-X
$8.00 CAD E-Book

Feelings

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Six verses, each with their own highly colorful illustration.

Excerpt: 2nd verse- So if you feel bad 'cause your Mommy's away, go ahead and cry 'til you feel okay.

ISBN 0-9731427-5-8
$7.00 CAD E-Book

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Word Search Puzzles

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Words are fun; word puzzles are double the fun. Here are eight of my puzzles as a gifts to you for visiting:

Card-Making Word Search.pdf

Herbal Word Search.pdf

Perfume Making Word Search puzzle.pdf

Reiki Healing Word Search.pdf

Reiki Smile Word Search.pdf

Reiki Spiral Word Search.pdf

sound healing word search.pdf

Writing & Photography word search puzzle.pdf

If there is an issue with opening or printing off any of these puzzles, email me at lynayre@telus.net  

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Methods of payment  

please email lynayre@telus.net to make arrangements

Cash/Cheque (if local to Vancouver, BC area),

Money Order/Bank Draft in Canadian Funds, 

Western Union Worldwide Money Transfer

If your bank has Interac, and you do online banking, 

you can also send an email money transfer.

MoneyGram worldwide, and PayPal  

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The information, writings, artwork, photographs, recipes, sayings, and all other content on this site is (C) 1999-2016

  to Lyn E. Ayre, Ph.D. 

Please respect this. Thank you.