My New Novel

Wow. It's been a very long time since I posted anything here. A lot has changed in my life. I'm painting on a regular basis, selling my work, sharing a studio with my husband and...

Last week, I published my novel. “Bee Singer Queen”, which is the first book in my fantasy series, “Tales of Ellmoria”.

Long ago in a tiny forest village, one woman was given a gift. She was shown how to hear and sing with the ancient song of a giant hive of bees. The mud of the hive grew soft and warm as she sang, and the bees freely surrendered the honey within. She fed it to the starving and the sick, and they instantly recovered.

Every full moon for generations, the women of Veroven's chiefs harvested the life-giving honey. They became known as Bee Singers and the chiefs' daughters fetched large dowry prices for their fathers.

In a land and time where women were bought and sold like cattle, 16-year-old Coleesta was bartered to a greasy little man twice her own father's age. Seeking for a way out, she found only lies and betrayal.

But she would be the victim no longer. She would arise to be the Bee Singer Queen.

“Bee Singer Queen” is available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle versions. You can find it by typing in my name (Teresa Arsenault), the book title, or by following this link to Amazon.ca: https://www.amazon.ca/BEE-SINGER-QUEEN-Teresa-Arsenault/dp/B084QLMQC9/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Teresa+Arsenault&qid=1582330557&sr=8-1

If you decide to read it, please consider leaving a review.

Hugs & smiles,
Teresa

Choose Joy

Louis Armstrong was born to a 16-year-old mother, abandoned by his father and raised by his grandmother until he was 5 years old. Growing up in the early 20th century, he faced poverty, violence and discrimination. Yet, he chose joy. Look at that face. What a wonderful face. What a wonderful attitude. When this song was first recorded, there were difficulties (An ABC Records president tried to stop it. Train whistles interrupted it twice.) so the work stretched from 2-6 a.m., after Louis' midnight show. Yet Louis laughed off the interruptions and chose to receive a lesser than average rate so the orchestra could be paid for their overtime work. He chose joy.

I wrote this poem recently and would like to share it with you.

JOY

By Teresa Arsenault ©2019

Joy beckons in nuances of colour and form

Shell-pink pearlized or dazzling shades of orange

A soft entreaty or blaring right out loud

A blaze of coloured sky

Or single ray within a cloud

Joy embraces, Joy salutes

Bear hug or softest kiss

Joy greets in lively shouts

Her whispers often missed

Walk with joy on stumbling ground

Or join in vibrant stride

She waits for you on every path

And vigils by your side

Choose joy, wondrous joy

Her intentions ever kind

Love joy when she’s apparent

Seek when she’s hard to find

Joy is a cheery companion

In sorrow a closest friend

Choose to love, choose to believe

Hold Joy until the end

May you choose joy today.

Blessing hugs,

Teresa

Index Card Art

Hello Friends,

Recently a friend posted her lovely art done on index cards. I thought it was a great idea, so I started some of my own. Here is my first batch.

Thanks for stopping by.

Blessing hugs,
Teresa