It was a book about her son, Christian.
The same son who suffers daily from autism, and lights his mother’s life with a love born of innocence. Who, despite daily pain and confusion, laughs, smiles, and gazes with wonder at a world he will never truly know. Who will always lack that which the rest of us often take for granted.
This, then, is the story of one incredible, loving, laughing little boy, and his family’s painful journey toward understanding and coping with autism.
Click on the cover to get it on CreateSpace!
￼Open a book, slip into the comfy seat of a movie theatre, turn on your favourite show or play your favourite video game and you will be transported to another world where you can escape from the day to day stresses of being human.
However, once that story or game has ended, you will slip back into the day to day grind of the real world.
Imagine being stuck in the world of make believe 24 hours a day, 7 days a week because the outside world is too confusing and painful.
This is how the real world feels like for Christian Traverse.
Inside you will be introduced to the world of one extraordinary boy, who at first glance, you will not find anything unusual about his sandy blond hair, his big, deep blue eyes, or even the long, dark lashes that would be the envy of any woman. You will not be taken aback by his crooked grin or the bubbly personality that can make just about anyone instantly fall in love with him. In fact, unless you know what to look for, you are not likely to notice anything different about him at all, but he is different.
This world we live in is confusing, overwhelming and painful because he has a condition known as autism.
Mr. Navarro started following my blog recently, and as I always do, I slid over to his site, to see what I could see…
What I saw was some truly fabulous poetry and artwork. I spent the next several minutes browsing about, and I’ll be back very soon to look around a bit more.
Below is a sample of what I found, for your enjoyment. If you care to, you can see it for yourself at http://gavrielmuse.com/
You already know my secrets…
There is no serene journey
even less, discrete steps
my voice moistens the rain
without avoiding your loving heart
growing among the virtues
of a generous body
where my hands found respite
and there is no such ideal world
in the innocence where we lived,
away from honour, delicious
as the rubbing between skin and silk
leaving behind the spirit of innocence
silent as a witness of our love….
Ya tu sabes mi secretos…
no hay camino sereno
mucho menos, pasos discretos
mi voz humedece a la lluvia
sin eludir tu corazón amante
creciendo entre las virtudes
de un cuerpo generoso
donde mi manos hallaron respiro
y es que no hay tal mundo ideal
en la inocencia donde habitábamos,
lejos del honor, deliciosos
como el roce entre piel y seda
dejando atrás al espíritu de la inocencia
como testigo silente de nuestro amor…