Book Review: Twin Flames: More Love Poems

  I was asked to review Kanta Bosniak's new book, Twin Flames: More Love Poems. I know the wonderful Kanta through our connection on Facebook. Her posts are always delightful and thought-provoking. She ministers many weddings, leads guided meditations and workshops, and is the author of many other books. She is the type of spiritualist I love to follow since she is well-versed in a myriad of religions available to us and never levies judgment on people for the way they are or their lifestyle choices. She wears another hat, artist, and her work is shown all over.
  In her new release, Twin Flames, Kanta delivers another round of creative poetry and whimsical art. The book is peppered with glorious quotes about love from the greatest thinkers. Her poetry is truly from the heart. Her pieces range from playful to little heart pangs. She gives every reader a gift. It is a gift that love is real, possible and begins with yourself.
  In an hour one Sunday evening, she took this hardened Northern woman and reduced her to a pile of mush. It was absolutely disgusting to realize that I am such a damn softy. A romantic even. Yet, her poetry helped open a door in my own heart that I thought closed years ago. It was a very important part of my particular healing process.
  So what are you waiting for? Gift it to your favorite woman. Read it for yourself. Quote from it to your beloved. Enjoy the artwork. Let yourself remember what it is truly like to love.

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