Category: hope and recovery

Saving Janavi

  ❀SAVING  JANAVI❀  ❥ Please help us find 350 people able to give $100, so that we can reach our goal ❥ I am taking care of my sister Janavi who has been ill and in terrible pain for 6 years. She has been diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, Cachexia (wasting), and Abdominal Adhesions which we…

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Book Giveaway

❣️BOOK GIVE AWAY!!!❣️ ❣️Dear Friends, We are giving away a hardcover copy of Janavi’s beautiful book of poetry and photography to draw attention to the fundraiser. She is seriously ill and needs your help. To enter please give a donation of any amount or if you are unable, please share this post with as many…

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Saving Janavi

https://www.gofundme.com/saving-janavi I am taking care of my sister Janavi who has been ill and in terrible pain for 6 years.  Her condition has been diagnosed as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Internal Adhesions.  When she came to live with me two years ago she weighed 97 pounds.  We improved her diet and her weight peaked…

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I’m Still Here

EDITOR’S NOTE: (re-posted from: https://womenspiritualpoetry.blogspot.com/2018/06/i-am-still-here-by-janavi-held.html) This was composed by a very gifted and beautiful soul: a regular contributor to our poetry project, and dear friend of mine, Janavi Held, whose life is gradually being taken from us by an incurable illness. She has been suffering from Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Internal Adhesions for six painful…

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Review by Anita Neilson

Letters to My Oldest Friend by Janavi Held (Goodreads Author) Anita Neilson‘s review Nov 04, 2017 This is simply glorious. The words flow gently across the page in a waterfall of despair and hope, grief and faith, pain and joy. Together with beautifully crafted photographs of the natural world, it is a wonderful, precious undertaking.…

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Time Unhinged

Video with spoken poetry below   Time Unhinged Dreamt of exterminated images, and forgotten doubts, of unhinged time with the hollow of silent bones thundering in the wake of restless flowers. Blinded by a vigilant morning I enter the mists of loneliness seeking laughter and daydreams (to counter the emptiness) too long for counting these…

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