Help a Mental Health charity by supporting Mindful Colouring for Adults & Kids: Wild Animals. Printables & Copies available.

Hippo Coloring Page for Adults

Hi all. I would like to share with you MINDFUL COLOURING FOR ADULTS AND KIDS: WILD ANIMALS from Helen Neale, the editor of KiddyCharts. I don’t know about you but colouring is something I still love doing. I used to get through so many colouring books as a child.


IN LIEU OF SALES OF THIS BOOK – £1 / $1 GOES TO A MENTAL HEALTH CHARITY – HELP SOMEONE BEAT MENTAL ILLNESS TODAY!

About the book

This is a lovely mindfulness colouring book for adults and kids – designed so that you can enjoy colouring together with your children.
Why not take time out today and improve your mental well being at the same time? There are 12 pairs of animals, with a simple design for younger kids, and a more intricate one for either older children, or yourself.
The wild animals included are:
Dolphin,
Eagle,
Elephant,
Gazelle,
Giraffe,
Hippopotamus,
Lion,
Mouse,
Rabbit,
Tiger,
Toucan, and
Whale.
To insure there is no bleed from one animal design on to another, we have left blank pages on the back of all the designs, so you can color freely. Suggested equipment would be standard felt tips, crayons, and coloured pencils.
You can either color alone, for a bit of peace and quiet, or carefully photocopy (or cut out) the adult pictures within the book so you can color alongside your child.
There are 12 pairs of designs – one more complicated than the other, either for an adult, or for an older child to enjoy. Young kids will love the complicated pictures too. Coloring them will improve their fine motor skills.

About the publisher and editor

Helen Neale is the editor of KiddyCharts, which is a well known and respected global parenting site with over 550k social followers and a similar number of page views. The site offers loads of free resources to keep kids entertained, and to help them to learn.

Happy coloring!

Hippo Coloring Page for Kids

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The Vanished Child M J Lee @WriterMJLee @rararesources

 

The Vanished Child

What would you do if you discovered you had a brother you never knew existed?

On her deathbed, Freda Duckworth confesses to giving birth to an illegitimate child in 1944 and temporarily placing him in a children’s home. She returned later but he had vanished. 

What happened to the child? Why did he disappear? Where did he go? 

Jayne Sinclair, genealogical investigator, is faced with lies, secrets, and one of the most shameful episodes in recent history as she attempts to uncover the truth.

Can she find the vanished child?

This book is the fourth in the Jayne Sinclair Genealogical Mystery series, but can be read as a standalone novel.

Every childhood lasts a lifetime.

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Author Bio – Martin has spent most of his adult life writing in one form or another. As a University researcher in history, he wrote pages of notes on reams of obscure topics. As a social worker with Vietnamese refugees, he wrote memoranda. And, as the creative director of an advertising agency, he has written print and press ads, tv commercials, short films and innumerable backs of cornflake packets and hotel websites.

He has spent 25 years of his life working outside the North of England. In London, Hong Kong, Taipei, Singapore, Bangkok and Shanghai, winning awards from Cannes, One Show, D&AD, New York and London Festivals, and the United Nations.

When he’s not writing, he splits his time between the UK and Asia, taking pleasure in playing with his daughter, researching his family history, single-handedly solving the problem of the French wine lake and wishing he were George Clooney.

 

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Poetry Files. Disinheritance Poems by John Sibley Williams. Fertility.

Disinheritance
Poems
John Sibley Williams
Fertility


Can I say that a child died inside us
when all we have conceived is a name
for what could be?

We’ve built a cradle of nails and wood
to house a body too busy dying
to rest, a trophy of grief
we polish in case of tomorrow

Yet still he cannot see through
the eyes I tried to give him

My mother has woven a shroud
to warm the son, blue for the sky
and gold for its promise, black
around the edges to resemble
the distances between them

Our friends have their mantra
the world will wait for you
and we have our reply
spelled out in silence.