Sometimes something comes through on my Facebook newsfeed that just cracks me up. This morning I couldn't help laughing at the following: If you're having a bad day remember, there are people out there who have their ex's name tattooed on them.
I really don't understand why anyone would want a tattoo in the first place, but everyone is entitled to follow their own path.
I have a family member who at 18 decided to get a giant butterfly tattooed on her back. The person she allowed to practice on her was just learning. It wasn't long before the image started pealing and began to look like a gross mess. I haven't seen it for years so I don't know what it looks like today. I often wonder if she regrets her decision.
Another young man in my family announced that he is getting a tattoo, where I have no idea. He said it is going to be an image, a quote and the name of his grandfather, who was an alcoholic who pretty much drank himself to death. I can't help wondering why he would choose this person to be his hero and just how long it will take him to realize what he has done.
The only tattoos I have are three tiny dots marking former radiation treatments. I certainly hope I won't have to relive that experience again, even though I had the best oncologist around and if it were not for him I would not be here to write this blog post.
Monday, August 13, 2018
Saturday, August 11, 2018
An avalanche of birthdays
The next few weeks are going to be crammed with family birthdays. I just bought a bunch of birthday cards for the occasions. The first one is my oldest great granddaughter on August 20th she will be 6, her mother and her twin sister will be 32 on August 29th, next my daughter on August 31 will be 39. Then comes my only great grandson on September 2 who will be 8, followed by my youngest grandson on Sept 8 who will be 17. Celebrating her 1st birthday on September 13 is my youngest great granddaughter.
There is one other important date during these weeks and that is August 30th. On that date eight years ago my only daughter sent me a rather nasty email basically telling me I no longer existed . Nothing I have done in all those years has changed her decision to eliminate me from her life. This year I am giving her another small handmade gift and I have decided that if she does not bring herself to acknowledge me or my effort this time I am through trying.
Whatever will be will be and it is not up to me.
There is one other important date during these weeks and that is August 30th. On that date eight years ago my only daughter sent me a rather nasty email basically telling me I no longer existed . Nothing I have done in all those years has changed her decision to eliminate me from her life. This year I am giving her another small handmade gift and I have decided that if she does not bring herself to acknowledge me or my effort this time I am through trying.
Whatever will be will be and it is not up to me.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Going back
For awhile things have started going back. I know that sounds odd but that has been my experience. Perhaps it has to do with mercury being in retrograde I'm not sure. Things just keep popping up that remind me of the past.
Today someone posted something on Facebook that reminded me of my own school days, a very lonely time in my past life. I didn't have a lot of friends and although my family never went hungry, we were apparently what would be considered poor today. I knew better than to ask for name brand anything. I always felt less than and it took many adult years to get over that feeling.
Yesterday I saw a Marlboro cigarette package in my driveway and it reminded me of all the years I smoked that brand. 2019 will mark 20 years since I stopped smoking.
The other night I had a dream featuring a man I didn't recognize that claimed we were married in a previous life. It reminded me of the numerous spiritual concepts I now accept.
I keep running into elementary teachers that taught my child and grandchild. In a small town I suppose that isn't unusual but it reminded me of all the years I spent as a room mother. Something I posted the other day reminded me of an elementary principle I knew, who is now deceased. He suggested that I go back to school and get a degree in education but I didn't.
A couple of days ago a butterfly attached itself to my screen door. It reminded me that years ago someone introduced me to, The Dream Book, by Betty Bethards.It explains symbols and I have never been sorry I bought the book. I looked up butterfly and among other things butterfly means:emerging triumphant in new awareness.
I recently began making a crochet pillow that has two sides of different colors. Mine will be white on one side and yellow on the other. When I realized it reminded me of a shawl I had crocheted for my ailing grandmother shortly before she died, yellow with white fringe, it made me laugh.
The number 22 has for many years seemed important but I never knew why. On July 22 my youngest grandson and I had a falling out. It may or may not straighten itself out eventually. Perhaps it was a wake up call to remind me that it was time to let him go to live his own life. Or to put #22 another way: 2+2=4 and the spiritual meaning of 4 is: Balance of energies with a partner; growing in perfect balance. It is quite possible it had nothing to do with my grandson.
Perhaps these little "going back" reminders are just that. Maybe the universe is telling me it's time to move on and put the past where it belongs- in the past.
Today someone posted something on Facebook that reminded me of my own school days, a very lonely time in my past life. I didn't have a lot of friends and although my family never went hungry, we were apparently what would be considered poor today. I knew better than to ask for name brand anything. I always felt less than and it took many adult years to get over that feeling.
Yesterday I saw a Marlboro cigarette package in my driveway and it reminded me of all the years I smoked that brand. 2019 will mark 20 years since I stopped smoking.
The other night I had a dream featuring a man I didn't recognize that claimed we were married in a previous life. It reminded me of the numerous spiritual concepts I now accept.
I keep running into elementary teachers that taught my child and grandchild. In a small town I suppose that isn't unusual but it reminded me of all the years I spent as a room mother. Something I posted the other day reminded me of an elementary principle I knew, who is now deceased. He suggested that I go back to school and get a degree in education but I didn't.
A couple of days ago a butterfly attached itself to my screen door. It reminded me that years ago someone introduced me to, The Dream Book, by Betty Bethards.It explains symbols and I have never been sorry I bought the book. I looked up butterfly and among other things butterfly means:emerging triumphant in new awareness.
I recently began making a crochet pillow that has two sides of different colors. Mine will be white on one side and yellow on the other. When I realized it reminded me of a shawl I had crocheted for my ailing grandmother shortly before she died, yellow with white fringe, it made me laugh.
The number 22 has for many years seemed important but I never knew why. On July 22 my youngest grandson and I had a falling out. It may or may not straighten itself out eventually. Perhaps it was a wake up call to remind me that it was time to let him go to live his own life. Or to put #22 another way: 2+2=4 and the spiritual meaning of 4 is: Balance of energies with a partner; growing in perfect balance. It is quite possible it had nothing to do with my grandson.
Perhaps these little "going back" reminders are just that. Maybe the universe is telling me it's time to move on and put the past where it belongs- in the past.
Thursday, August 2, 2018
It really is true
I would like to relate a true story. I had a wake up call this morning that proved to me that what you send out into the universe really does come back to you.
First I am going back several years to a time when I was having lunch with a friend at what was then the 4 B's restaurant in Grants, NM. We had no idea that it would be torn down a few weeks after our visit.Our waiter was a very nice guy who was down on his luck and had reached the point of giving up. His wife was sick and he didn't know how he was going to handle his bills. I had just come from the bank and had in my possession quite a bit of money. Something told me I needed to restore his faith in his community so I had my friend write the young man a note wishing him well and inserted $100 in an envelope as a tip. People all over Grants probably heard his verbal reaction when he saw what I had given him. He rushed to the door as we were leaving and gave us both a genuine hug.
The next part of this story happened several years later when I had the Writing Camp for kids. I had helped a friend edit a manuscript for a wonderful children's book that she was about to publish.It was something I wanted to do because she is a very talented writer and the book had an important message about bullying. I did not ask for nor did I expect to be compensated for my effort. After the book was published she sent me a check for yes, you guessed it, $100. Since then I have always felt that I really didn't deserve it.
The wake up call happened this morning. I had arranged with this same friend to look over my latest manuscript that is about to be offered on Amazon.com. Even though I have read it over several times I know it is possible to overlook typos. I had printed out a copy of the book and took it to the post office to mail to her. I kept thinking that the clerk looked very familiar and I asked if she had ever worked anyplace else in Grants. She replied, " I worked at 4B's for 25 years". That's where I knew her from!
On my way home my mind went back to that time years ago and that $100 I put in the envelope to help a stranger. I couldn't help smiling and I hope you do too.
First I am going back several years to a time when I was having lunch with a friend at what was then the 4 B's restaurant in Grants, NM. We had no idea that it would be torn down a few weeks after our visit.Our waiter was a very nice guy who was down on his luck and had reached the point of giving up. His wife was sick and he didn't know how he was going to handle his bills. I had just come from the bank and had in my possession quite a bit of money. Something told me I needed to restore his faith in his community so I had my friend write the young man a note wishing him well and inserted $100 in an envelope as a tip. People all over Grants probably heard his verbal reaction when he saw what I had given him. He rushed to the door as we were leaving and gave us both a genuine hug.
The next part of this story happened several years later when I had the Writing Camp for kids. I had helped a friend edit a manuscript for a wonderful children's book that she was about to publish.It was something I wanted to do because she is a very talented writer and the book had an important message about bullying. I did not ask for nor did I expect to be compensated for my effort. After the book was published she sent me a check for yes, you guessed it, $100. Since then I have always felt that I really didn't deserve it.
The wake up call happened this morning. I had arranged with this same friend to look over my latest manuscript that is about to be offered on Amazon.com. Even though I have read it over several times I know it is possible to overlook typos. I had printed out a copy of the book and took it to the post office to mail to her. I kept thinking that the clerk looked very familiar and I asked if she had ever worked anyplace else in Grants. She replied, " I worked at 4B's for 25 years". That's where I knew her from!
On my way home my mind went back to that time years ago and that $100 I put in the envelope to help a stranger. I couldn't help smiling and I hope you do too.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
What's next?
Even though I am happy with how my new book, What Now My Love? A Writer's Journey, looks I have decided to hold off sending it off to Amazon.com I always try to follow my intuition because I know it is the voice of my soul.
This book is partially dedicated to my grandmother whose birthday would have been August 18th. Also there is a lot of universal energy out there right now with the planets doing their thing. My intuition is telling me to let it pass before engaging in anything new.
It is amazing just how much information there is in this book. I know I was guided every step of the way to choose what is between the covers. I am going to keep the cost low because It isn't about money it is about getting my journey out there with the hope that it will inspire others to believe in themselves. If you don't believe in yourself who will?
In the meantime I will concentrate on finishing projects I have started and getting my yard and life in shape for the next round of my journey. Have a great day everyone!
This book is partially dedicated to my grandmother whose birthday would have been August 18th. Also there is a lot of universal energy out there right now with the planets doing their thing. My intuition is telling me to let it pass before engaging in anything new.
It is amazing just how much information there is in this book. I know I was guided every step of the way to choose what is between the covers. I am going to keep the cost low because It isn't about money it is about getting my journey out there with the hope that it will inspire others to believe in themselves. If you don't believe in yourself who will?
In the meantime I will concentrate on finishing projects I have started and getting my yard and life in shape for the next round of my journey. Have a great day everyone!
Friday, July 27, 2018
Finished- What Now My Love? A Writer's Journey
That's the fastest I have ever written a book! I do have to admit most of it was already written. All I had to do was follow the bread crumbs I had already left behind. I have two friends to thank for the inspiration and they are a former Facebook friend, John T. Shivell, for telling me to check my archives and a current friend, Priscilla Alvik, for her never ending encouragement and belief in my writing talent.. Without the help of these two individuals, whom I believe to be members of my spiritual tribe, I would not have even began this project.
Although I envisioned this manuscript as an amazon e-book I see no reason it could not also be a self published hard copy so it could be signed. I need to check into that to explore the possibilities.
Wait for it!
Although I envisioned this manuscript as an amazon e-book I see no reason it could not also be a self published hard copy so it could be signed. I need to check into that to explore the possibilities.
Wait for it!
Monday, July 23, 2018
Taking time to re-write
Some of you might think I have stopped writing, but you would be wrong! For the last week or so I have been writing a new e-book. It is called: What Now My Love? A writer's Journey.
The process of sifting through twenty-four years of writing, since I first became a published author, was exhausting, but at the same time fun and educational.
All that is left is to go through the finished manuscript and make sure all the punctuation is correct. I am quite happy with what I wrote. I also need to take a new photograph for the book cover. I have no clue at the moment what that will be but I am sure I will know when I see it in person.
When everything is completed I will once again ask for assistance from my son to help me offer it on amazon.com. as an e-book. When finances are limited I have found this is the best way to go.
Wait for it!
The process of sifting through twenty-four years of writing, since I first became a published author, was exhausting, but at the same time fun and educational.
All that is left is to go through the finished manuscript and make sure all the punctuation is correct. I am quite happy with what I wrote. I also need to take a new photograph for the book cover. I have no clue at the moment what that will be but I am sure I will know when I see it in person.
When everything is completed I will once again ask for assistance from my son to help me offer it on amazon.com. as an e-book. When finances are limited I have found this is the best way to go.
Wait for it!
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