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Go behind the pages of Footprints in the Whiteout. View original concept sketches and read exclusive author insights on this short fiction collection by P. S. Wilmot. Commenting on Footprints In The Whiteout. The Short Stories Collection Stories of grace, clarity, and the quiet work of the heart Footprints in the Whiteout began as a quiet exploration of storms, thresholds, and the places where the soul learns to see again. In this space we look beneath the pages to the moments, symbols, and questions that shaped the journey. Here you will find the origins of the stories, the meaning behind the cycles, and the lessons discovered along the way. This is where the world of the whiteout opens, revealing how each footprint, each storm, and each moment of mercy found its place. FOOTPRINTS IN THE WHITEOUT This is not the longest of the stories I’ve written, not by a long shot. It isn’t even the length of a novel, and it certainly wasn’t the first book to come into existence. Yet it is the first to appear here in Behind the Books, and for good reason. This little volume serves as a kind of presentation, an early observation of what I often call an emotional landscape shaped inside an atmospheric one. In other words, the storms around us have a way of shaping or completely disheveling the person within. For me, that atmospheric landscape was the Northeast United States. Winter was not a season; it was a personality. Growing up in it, I learned to embrace the storm from without. And one of those places and occasion was my beloved school. And let me tell you, my school district believed no storm was strong enough to justify staying home. Blizzard? Ice? Snow up to your eyebrows? “See you at 8 a.m.” They almost never canceled, which, depending on your perspective, either builds character or character degradation. But those years did something. They formed a way of seeing. Storms teach you about endurance, about direction, about what matters when everything else is white and loud and cold. And through the years, those experiences shaped my perspective the very perspective that eventually became the heart of Footprints in the Whiteout. Most of my books, whether a full novel or a shorter work, they are usually written, polished, edited, formatted, and published in under a month. That is my normal rhythm. Efficient. Focused. A little intense. But Footprints in the Whiteout refused to follow that pattern. This one took years. A little over three years, to be exact. And looking back, there is a lesson in that delay, one that I learned along the way, and one you might find helpful too. Not everything good must be done quickly to prove it is good. And before anyone misquotes me, let me be clear: this is not an invitation to procrastinate. Romans 12:11 still stands. Not slothful in business. Fervent in spirit. Serving the Lord. In other words, work hard and do not be lazy. Serve with devotion. But there are some things, especially the meaningful things… that require time. They need space to grow, to mature, to become what they are meant to be. Forcing them only prevents them from coming to pass. Take Naharre, for example. Spoiler alert ahead, so consider yourself warned. When I first wrote Naharre, it felt complete and beautiful. But I sensed there was room for a continuation. A family. A deeper unfolding. And yet, for years, I could not write it. I tried. Nothing came. So I kept working on other things, not realizing that life itself was preparing me to write the continuation, the story that eventually became The Age of Plenty and the Poverty of Want, a crucial part of this book. That story could not have been written earlier because I had not lived the things that would give it weight. And that raises a question worth sitting with. How many things in our lives do we force simply because we assume urgency is good and delay is failure? How many good things could we have been part of, or produced if we had simply waited for the right season? Trees do not grow faster because we shout at them. Storms do not pass because we glare at the sky. Growth takes time. Roots deepen in silence. And sometimes the very storm we want to escape is the one preparing us for what comes next. If the storm outside teaches you endurance, the storm inside teaches you honesty. And between the two, honesty is usually the harder lesson. The external storm might sting your face, freeze your eyelashes, and make you question your life choices, but the internal storm is the one that sits you down and says, “We need to talk.” In Footprints in the Whiteout, the inner storm is not a dramatic explosion. It is a narrowing. A tightening. A quiet pressure that pushes a person toward the hard place, the place where excuses stop working and the soul has to face what it has avoided. Naharre learned this in a way he never expected. He wanted solitude, but what he truly wanted was control. He wanted the world on his terms, and that desire led him through a door he was never meant to open. Naharre’s storm was the storm of self-importance. His mind refused the new season even though his body was already in it. He tried to escape the noise of others, only to discover the louder noise of his own thoughts. The dim room, the second door, and the rugged hard place were not punishments. They were mirrors. They revealed what happens when a person chooses isolation over humility. And when he saw the old man fishing in the wrong pool, surrounded by better waters, he saw what he would become if he continued down that path. A life spent doing the right thing in the wrong way. A life trapped by its own stubbornness. The storm within is the threshold storm. It is the moment when the path narrows and you realize you cannot carry everything you once did. Some things must be set down. Some things must be confessed. Some things must be healed. And some things, as Naharre discovered, must be surrendered before the next chapter can even begin. We often think the internal storm is a sign of failure. It is not. It is a sign of formation. Trees do not grow strong because the weather is kind. They grow strong because the wind insists on it. Roots deepen because storms demand it. And the soul, in its own way, follows the same pattern. The storm within is not there to destroy you. It is there to reveal you. It is there to bring you back to the people who love you, even when you have forgotten how much you need them. Sometimes the physical storm will trap your steps and hold you still, not to punish you, but to teach you to face the storm within. There are moments when the snow piles high, the wind closes every path, and the world refuses to let you move forward. In those moments, the question is no longer how far you can go, but what you will do while you are stopped. What rises in you when you cannot outrun yourself. What truth you finally hear when the noise around you is taken away. Every footprint you leave in a storm tells a story. Some footprints lead a person deeper into the cold because they refuse to be still long enough to listen. Other footprints become a beacon because the person who made them learned something in the stillness that changed the way they walked. The two hunters in The Hunter’s Decision learned this in the hardest way. The storm trapped them, stripped away their plans, and forced them to choose between survival and compassion. Their footprints did not lead them deeper into the whiteout. Their choice to be still, to care, and to act with mercy became the very thing that saved them. What they thought would cost them everything became the path that brought help back to them. So ask yourself. When life forces you to stop, what do you discover about your own heart. When the path ahead disappears, what direction does your character take. And when the storm finally clears, will the footprints you leave behind show a person who ran blindly into the whiteout, or someone who came out of it with a clearer step and a steadier soul. This is why the book moves between the outer whiteout and the inner threshold. One storm shapes the body. The other shapes the heart. And together, they prepare a person for the journey ahead. As you walk through Footprints in the Whiteout, you will notice that the stories are not scattered pieces. They are arranged in cycles, each one carrying its own weather system, its own lesson, and its own kind of storm. These cycles are not simply categories. They are stages of the soul. They show how a person moves from survival, to confrontation, to clarity, to belonging. The Winter Cycle • The Hunter's Decision • Contriving • A Certain Man and His People This cycle deals with the storms that come from the outside. The cold that forces you to choose between instinct and compassion. The moments when survival and character collide. The Winter Cycle teaches that the footprints you leave in the snow reveal more about you than the storm ever could. The Threshold Cycle • The Standoff at Sundown • Do, Dunt, Dingle: The Gracie Combs Effect Here the storm moves inward. These stories deal with the narrow places of the soul, the moments when a person must face what they have avoided. The Threshold Cycle is where the internal storm speaks, and where the path forward requires honesty, courage, and sometimes a good hard pause. The Fable Cycle • Freedoh's Journey: Beyond the Reflection • The Hidden Peace of the Shallow Pond These stories teach through simplicity. They use small creatures, quiet ponds, and gentle metaphors to reveal truths that are often too sharp to face directly. The Fable Cycle reminds us that wisdom sometimes arrives in the softest footsteps. The Woodland Shrub Cycle • Naharre and The Feast of Woodland Shrub • The Age of Plenty and the Poverty of Want This cycle deals with belonging, identity, and the danger of being trapped in your own mind. Naharre’s story shows what happens when the mind refuses to enter the new season the body is already living in. The continuation reveals how abundance without gratitude becomes poverty of the soul. Now, if we are being honest, each of these cycles could have been its own book. A thicker one too. There is enough symbolism, enough life experience, enough theology, and enough human nature in these pages to fill volumes. And perhaps one day they will. After all, every story has a story behind it. Every cycle has its own origin. And every lesson had to be lived before it could be written. Many readers have asked what inspired these stories. What moments, what storms, what seasons of life shaped them. Those answers are not small. Some of them are humorous. Some of them are heavy. Some of them came from years of observation. Others came from a single moment that refused to leave me alone until it was written down. These are the kinds of things we will talk about more in the reader group. The inspirations. The questions. The behind the scenes. The artwork. The sketches. The symbolism. The choices. The things that did not make it into the book. And the things that almost did. So if you want to go deeper, if you want to ask questions, if you want to see how the paintings came about or why a certain scene was written the way it was, join us there. The conversation continues, and the journey through the whiteout is far from over. MORE

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What inspired the journey out of emotional exile? Dive into exclusive author insights, visual layouts, and behind-the-scenes reflections for Trauma, The Modern Leprosy. Trauma, The Modern Leprosy. Behind the Book Trauma does not disappear. It buries itself. It reshapes the heart. It teaches the mind to survive while slowly stealing the ability to feel. Yet those who have suffered the most often have the most to give if they are brave enough to rise. W e all know someone who is hurting. We know them for who they are, but not for what they carry. We see the strength they show, but not the numbness beneath it. We hear their laughter, but not the silent cries that echo in the places no one sees. We know the person they present, not the pain that shapes them. And it is true that we cannot make it our business to search out every wounded soul. But the life we live becomes a light others notice. People see in us what they do not have. They look up to us, not because we are the answer, but because we can be a blessing. To the one who is hurting and to the one who stands nearby, this book speaks a single truth: Healing does not come through ruminating analysis. It comes through surrender. The thoughts that circle endlessly only deepen the grooves, but release opens a way the mind could not find. Trauma, The Modern Leprosy was written to name this truth with clarity and compassion. It reveals how trauma buries sensation, reshapes identity, and teaches the mind to survive at the cost of feeling. It shows how the heart retreats into exile, how the mind drifts toward self‑effort, and how the wounded become trapped in patterns they did not choose. It explores the Colony that clings to familiar pain, the Brave who rise and walk toward change, and the Proud who hide their wounds beneath shining armor. It uncovers the silent defenses, the predictable resistance, the freeze of fear, the loss of connection, and the quiet hunger to feel again. But it also reveals hope. It reveals mercy. It reveals the God who rewires the mind through presence and truth, who restores sensation, who breaks the freeze, who lifts the gaze from the wound to the wonder, who returns the heart from exile, and who makes the soul whole again. These themes, along with the diagrams, the ancient patterns, and the deeper insights, will be explored further here and in the group. Check back often for new reflections and commentary. To revisit the book or explore the others, return to the bookshelf. MORE BLOG

Explore the visual symbolism and disciplined legacy in The Writer's Solitary Path, the official artist's commentary by P. S. Wilmot. Available on Amazon. The Writer's Solitary Path: Anchored In Yesterday, For Choice For Tomorrow An Artist's Commentary & Companion Guide Before crossing the threshold into this second work, let us remember the road that brought us here. In Volume 1, Exploring the Architecture of a Hidden Wound, we examined the interior life, how the soul endures rupture, navigates delay, and discovers that healing is an intentional architecture. Where the first volume asked how we survive what wounded us, this second volume asks: Now that we have endured, what are we being prepared to build? The Writer’s Solitary Path: Anchored in Yesterday, For Choice For Tomorrow moves the journey from inward restoration outward into purposeful legacy, exploring the vital balance between ancient foundations and modern advancement. The Writer's Solitary Path: Anchored In Yesterday, For Choice For Tomorrow An Artist's Commentary & Companion Guide How do we move forward with purpose while remaining anchored to the sacred roots that formed us? In The Writer’s Solitary Path: Anchored in Yesterday, Choosing for Tomorrow, I invite you into the second volume of The Ekphrasis Collection, a contemplative fine art companion guide centered on one of my symbolic oil paintings set within the peaceful landscape of Elm Park. At the heart of the canvas, a solitary writer sits beside still waters, clothed in the discipline of yesterday while holding the tools of tomorrow. Around him, every detail carries meaning: the red bridge of sacrifice, the clock fixed at seven, the reflective pond, the distant steeple, the paired doves, the waiting vessel, the blooming white roses, the holy shoreline, the modern skyline, and the silver train curving back toward peace. Through Scripture, symbolism, historical reflection, and close visual exposition, we will explore the tension between ancient wisdom and modern acceleration. In a world that often confuses speed with progress and noise with purpose, this book offers a quiet invitation to slow down, look deeply, and consider what the soul may be preparing to build. As you move through the book, you will be invited to pause over five unfolding movements within the painting: A solitary mindset that distinguishes sacred preparation from mere isolation. A bridge of transition where sacrifice, time, and spiritual direction shape the crossing. The quiet dualities of belonging, where the individual and the greater whole begin to speak to one another. The human shoreline, where seasons of life, holy ground, beauty, covenant, and readiness gather in symbolic form. A returning path of progress, where modern ambition curves back toward rooted peace. This volume also stands in conversation with Exploring the Architecture of a Hidden Wound. Where the first book moved through rupture, endurance, and restoration, this second work turns toward purpose: once the soul has endured, what is it being prepared to build? For readers, collectors, artists, and seekers standing between memory and vision, solitude and service, waiting and movement, I hope this book becomes both a visual journey and a reflective sanctuary. My desire is that it reminds you true advancement does not discard yesterday; it carries its wisdom forward, shaping tomorrow with discipline, faith, and purpose. Endure the season of preparation. Honor the roots beneath your feet. Build with purpose when the appointed time arrives. Endure the season of preparation. Honor the roots beneath your feet. Build with purpose when the appointed time arrives. The Writer's Solitary Path For progress that never returns to wisdom becomes speed without direction. BOOKSHELF SHOP BLOG To the artwork Exploring the Architecture of a Hidden Wound: An Artist's Commentary & Companion Guide

Go beyond the pages with author P. S. Wilmot. Discover original sketches, behind-the-scenes commentary, and the unseen history shaping our featured works. BEHIND THE BOOKS The Author's Insights: Story Origins & Reflections CONTINUE BELOW Every book is a living canvas, layered with history, morality, and quiet reflection. "Behind the Books" is your backstage pass into my creative studio. From the initial character portraits to the final manuscript, this space is dedicated to sharing the behind-the-scenes journey, the real-world inspirations, and the hard-earned insights that shape these stories. Step inside, explore the origins, and discover the meaning behind the ink. FEATURED WORKS BRIDGE OVER POND: REFLECTION CLOCK HOOKS JUNCTION FOOTPRINTS IN THE WHITEOUT THE PLACES BETWEEN: THE LAND THAT WAITED SLIDER To play, press and hold the enter key. To stop, release the enter key. BEHIND THE PAGES Anchor 1 Beyond the pages What happens between the initial spark of an idea and the final printed page? Use the interactive slider below to explore the untold origins of each book. Click on any title to unlock exclusive behind-the-scenes commentary, view the original traditional artwork, and uncover the unseen history that shaped the narratives. Swap or scroll to navigate below FOOTPRINTS IN THE WHITEOUT Stories collection, a journey through faith, endurance, mercy, and transformation.

Biblical resource through the Walking New Man website/Quotations page-3 Amusement really isn't funny. A close look at the word reveals some surprising things. "A- MUSE" means the absence of musing (consideration), or When you are amused you are not thinking or at least not thinking about anything important. When you go to an amusement park, you're entering a place where you won't have to consider, you won't have to think things through. When you turn on the TV for amusement, you're doing it so that you can set your mind in neutral. Another meaning of amuse involves diverting someone's attention so that you can deceive them. Sometimes not thinking is nice. Even the brain needs a break now and then. But when amusement becomes a lifestyle, it isn't Amusing, it's a tragedy. God created man to muse. He gave him the capacity to consider, to meditate. And if a man muses long enough, he might even muse about his Creator. Bruce H. Wilkinson American teacher and author. Founder of Dream for Africa. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men. Martin Luther King, Jr. American Baptist Preacher, prominent leader of civil rights. Dr. King, the epitome of bringing about a change for the good of all people without the unnecessary violence and hatred. The lack of understanding is not a validation to dismiss the unknown as a fable. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer Page 3 Wisdom is the right use of knowledge. To know is not to be wise. Many men know a great deal, and are all the greater fools for it. There is no fool so great a fool as a knowing fool. But to know how to use knowledge is to have wisdom. Charles Spurgeon English Baptist preacher, a prolific writer. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. William Shakespeare The famous English poet and playwright. Notable works, Julius Caesar, King Henry the Sixth and more. In the name of God, Amen! I, William Shakespeare, of Stratford-upon-Avon, in the county of Warr., gent.. in perfect health and memory, God be praised, do make and ordain this my last will and Testament in manner and form following, that is to say, first, I commend my soul into the hands of God, my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ, my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting, and my body to the earth whereof it is made. William Shakespeare The famous English poet and playwright. Notable works, Julius Caesar, King Henry the Sixth and more. The spirit of man is more important than mere physical strength, and the spiritual fiber of a nation than its wealth. Dwight D. Eisenhower Military leader, Supreme Commander of World War II. 34th President of the United States. A walking New Man 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Miscellaneous Writings Miscellaneous Writings PROTECTION IS PREPARATION God is faithful to protect those who are called by His Name, His people. (Psalms 46:7) As God's people, protection is not a luxury, but rather a provision for proclamation. God did not protect Elijah in the Brook Cherith as a mean of a leisure time during famine and precaution. Neither did He protect Moses from the power of Egypt for 40 years, in order for him to sail into the sunset happily ever after. Instead, when we are protected by God, we learn not to fear those things we feared that we are protected from. That in due time we may learn about the Grace and Power of God and boldly say, Thus saith the LORD God. (Exodus 9:13) Like in the written lyrics of Ray E. Heady: In The Shelter Of His Arms When my soul was troubled with sorrow And my heart was broken within Jesus opened His arms of mercy And He tenderly took me in There is peace in the time of trouble There is peace in the midst of the storm There is peace though the war be raging In the shelter of His arm There is peace though the war be raging In the shelter of His arms Though this war all around be raging And it is filled with many, many alone Trust in Jesus, He will keep you In the shelter of His arms In closing, the Words of the Master, is the sure solid foundation. These things I have spoken unto you, that in Me you might have peace. In the world you shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. (John 16:33) ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© # Protection BACK Share

How long has it been since you talked with the Lord And told him your heart's hidden secrets  How long since you prayed how long since you stayed On your knees till the light shone through  How long has it been since your mind felt at ease  How long since your heart knew no burden  How Long Has It Been 00:00 / 04:38 How long has it been since you talked with the Lord And told him your heart's hidden secrets How long since you prayed how long since you stayed On your knees till the light shone through How long has it been since your mind felt at ease How long since your heart knew no burden Can you call Him your friend how long has it been since you knew that He cared for you How long has it been since you knelt by your bed and prayed to the Lord up in heaven How long since you knew that he'd answer you And would keep you the long night through How long has it been since you woke with the dawn and felt that the day's worth living Can you call him your friend how long has it been since you knew that He cared for you Share At the time of uncertainties and without an answer for the heart’s fear, may the words of the song be a question to us as believers, and a reminder of who we are, and the solution for that which we face. #songs

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