Author Aija Monique Butler, was born in San Diego California, in 1979. She currently resides in the San Francisco Bay area where she is a student of Medicine pursing a graduate degree in Healthcare Management. She is an Advocate and Philanthropist for non-profit program development in the areas of Youth and Social Service Development. She is a grant writer and holds an extensive background in Psychology and has a host of medical certifications. Aija has a love for the arts and is a writer of poetry both fiction and non-fiction novels and memoirs.

Aija Butler is the Author of the Fiction Mystery Suspense Drama, My Nemesis a book series, Non-Fiction Memoirs, “Life Honestly After, The Undeniable Truth,” and “The Rebirth of My Soul,” an intimidate look at her walk with illness, sharing her journey through recovery and independence. She is also the Poet/Songstress of the Poetic Experience, My Butterfly Effect, and Non-Fiction Poetic Memoirs, In the Mourning.

Latest works involve freelance article writing,and an album of musical and poetic memoirs. Aija also looks to put together her first script and plans to release three new books in the year 2012. Look out for this creative genious she is taking on the world of creative arts by storm.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

After The Storm

After the storm the clouds lightened to a pearl white. The rain left puddles of water and wet leaves. It was clear and quiet outside my window. The soft knock of the rain had gone. I came from under my soft blanket. I took refuge shielding myself from the angry winds. Still the thunderous rage, pounded outside my wall, until the storms end. The thunder no longer threatened to take my soul. It slithered away cowardly. The wind stopped screaming at my window. Branches from the winds rage were scattered upon the ground. They died during winds wrath, separating from their roots. A disastrous event of nature, that destroys but must come to pass in order for the earths survival.

Life after the storm is much like the quiet just before the storm hits. We don’t know how hard it will hit or what kind of damage our earthly possessions will sustain, but there is no running from it. Life happens, in scenes. Like a movie it jumps back and forth from character to character. Life’s changing adventures take place and we don’t know where and when or how bad or good the outcome will be; but we roll with the punches.

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