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Blissful Butterfly

Butterflies symbolize metamorphosis, new beginnings, coming out of hibernation into re-birth. Stories abound of transformational tales; one such is called “Bliss” written  and illustrated by multi-cultural author Dorreya Wood.  I found it to be a sweetly simple and profound book that would appeal to chronological children and those of us who are kids in grown up suits.  The theme that weaves through it is of interconnection regardless of appearance.  The irridescently colored butterfly named Bliss, shares wisdom with cynical creatures such as birds, a squirrel, a lamb and snail and regales them with a poem at every turn. 

” I am the wind, I am the breeze.

   I am the flowers, I am the leaves.

   I am the birds, I am the trees. 

   I am the stars, I am the seas.

    I am all these.

   I am.”

 

Knowing who you are is truly precious, as is this brilliantly scribed and magnificently illustrated book. Dorreya describes it as “A breathtaking story of transformation that reveals ‘we are never alone.’ ”

 

A portion of the proceeds are donated to children’s charities.

 

www.pickawoowoo.com

  • Julie-Ann Harper

    Dear Eddie – thank you for undertaking a review on Pick-a-WooWoo: Bliss.
    As the publisher of this title we can honestly tell you that we get many comments from parents saying how it helped their child understand how we are a part of everything …and that we never die…this is so reassuring to parents in sensitive and tender moments (i.e. explaining a death in a family.
    If every child could understand this (before they experience death around them) it would truly help them to understand that ‘every end is a new beginning’…
    Once again our thanks for reviewing Pick-a-WooWoo: Bliss.
    Blissful Blessings
    Julie-Ann Harper
    (Co-Director , Pick-a-WooWoo Publishers)

  • corsicablue@yahoo.com

    Beautifully said every end is a new beginning. After my husband
    passed within just a couple of weeks after a cocoon formed right
    smack in front of my door. It was just hanging there. At first we
    did not know exactly what it was like what type of butterfly I
    mean. But it had never ever happened before and to have it there
    in such a obvious place where we could not miss it. We feel it
    was symbolic of the passing of my husband and his new beginning.
    The butterfly did form and fly away.

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