Paths of Fear (Paperback) | Released: 01 Oct 2016

Paths of Fear is a unique anthology which explores that universal and misunderstood experience we call fear. This enjoyable read is part psychological, part informational, and all inspirational. It is largely personal narrative with a sprinkling of poetry and all entertainment. Paths of Fear explores a broad range of fears from that which manifests in screams of sheer terror, to that immobilizing, fear-ridden freeze we all understand. This survey sheds light on that deep, dark discouragement that reminds us of how we might fall short or "fail." It exposes furtive beliefs sometimes rooted in us that we, "aren't enough;" a destructive idea cultivated in toxic environments which erode us from the inside out. Thought-provoking narratives highlight the many faces of fear with the sensitivity and insight of real experience. A wide variety of real-life examples are offered up on how others have dealt with fearful things and fearful places in life. Some of these circumstances have called for a long endurance, with dignity and grace; others required a special kind of strength and defiance. All are examples of facing fear, on one's own terms, inspiring in their own right. This part psychological survey, part self-help, and part spiritual essay spotlights the true antidote to fear - love, of one kind or another. Secularly accessible, but decidedly faith-based, Paths of Fear de-masks the monsters of circumstance and sheds light on some of the darker recesses of life experience. It is a pleasing, poignant reveal of courage, faith, and modern knowledge balanced with age-old wisdom. Paths of Fear encourages us to rely on our best, healthy sense of true self, and a heartfelt love for others. It's a collection to inspire readers down paths of faith and hope and to encourage anyone through trials of fear they must overcome.
About the Author: Indeed... On being blessed with early spiritual experiences: these would be as a conduit between myself and a renewable fountain of faith which has utterly saved me time and again. Indeed, this source of amazing grace ever rescues, revives, and rejuvenates still my soul. On having a grandmother whose upstairs library I perused: it was here I met first the Caldecott and Newbery classics, enduring poets, composers, story-telling icons and literary giants. Indeed, I was irrevocably impressed. On having an antique, script, manual type-writer tossed my way: it defined my tender years. Indeed, it nurtured my budding muse. On being married to my childhood sweetheart for 30(plus) years: I am in awe of our incredible journey together. We have been honed and humbled even as we've been bathed in bliss. I am grateful he has been my faithful, capable - and especially good-humored companion all this time. My admiration and love for him are indescribable. Indeed, words fail to convey such a divine devotion. On being adoptive-foster parents for nearly a quarter of a century: this means bevies of babies and bus-loads of youth of all ages and stages have graced our home, profoundly altering us. With 13 adopted, and three procured the old-fashioned way, indeed, I love and appreciate beyond expression, being honed and owned all this time by these precious people. On all the above and more, my family, dear friends, Walk of Faith, and my writing journey: these have indeed, all made for the savoriest of lives and the ultimate, beautiful mess. It is to my great delight that such a crazy-wonderful menagerie has somehow chosen me! On writing: Indeed, is there anything better than ever growing, changing, and becoming? Is there anything better than that release of tremors that have rumbled inside for eons, as they built up a force to be reckoned with? When they finally find their focus to surge into a tsunami of positive energy that ripples out into the world - to leave its mark. To leave it just a little better place than they might have found it? Indeed. It is not that I found writing. For some-how, some-why, it found and claimed me. It's not even that I am a writer, per say. I am just a vessel in which a small but powerful portion of that endless stream, that fountain of renewable vigor - pours a bit of itself in me for a time. Until it flows out to its next, Destined purpose. For more, please visit: http: //www.conniekerbs.com.