Happy World Book Day

 Just wishing everyone a wonderful World Book Day.  Of course, in my opinion, any day can be a good book day.  Take some time  today to find something that makes you smile.  

Life insisted - I needed to rest

 Last Friday I bent down to pick up something off the floor and somehow hurt my back.  It almost felt like something in my back, near my left shoulder popped. I couldn't move at all for a few minutes and cried in pain.  Then I struggled to move and realized, I couldn't use or move my left arm away from the side of my body or even move without wanting to cry or scream.  I had my daughter bring me a scarf from my bedroom and together we fashioned a sling for my arm so it wouldn't move and was supported, relieving some pressure in my shoulder.   I spent the rest of the day and evening in bed, propped up on a pillow, wondering whether I should call someone to take me to the emergency room.  In the end I went to sleep early and called a daughter the next morning to take me to the Insta-Care for x-rays
.  Luckily nothing was broken, and I probably just pulled a muscle.  Since I could not move my arm more than an inch or two from my side, the doctor gave me information on how to contact a physical therapist and sent me back home.  On the way home I stopped at the pharmacy and picked up some pain relief patches, and when I got home took another daughter up on the use of a heating pad.  I spent the rest of the weekend in bed, with pain patches on my back and a heating pad wrapped around my shoulder and behind my back.  By Monday I was able to be up and around, I could move my arm several inches away from my body and dress myself without help or extreme pain.   I have continued throughout the week with the patches and heating pad and each day it seems I can move a little easier without as much pain.  

The reason I tell you this, is to express my gratitude.  I guess life decided I needed a few days of rest and relaxation.  Since I wasn't doing it on my own, it found a way to force me to listen.  How often do we, or at least I know I do, focus on other people or concerns around us instead of caring for ourselves or giving ourselves permission to just chill out and relax.  I thought I was doing a good job.  After all I have been wasting time on Facebook reels lately, and even took myself to a movie alone.   So. I express gratitude for an injury which wasn't serious, but painful enough to make me pause my everyday activities and take time for some needed rest. (Daily naps for 3 days.)  I am grateful for unplanned time to think about my writing efforts of late.   I am grateful for those people in my life that were willing to serve and take care of me for those few days, for their patience and understanding.  I am grateful that I have given them skills they could use to care for themselves and for me.  

Reading Along With You

 I came across this picture the other day and had to pause. I couldn't help but think about my grandparents, and my parents and their examples of reading.  

I can never think of my Grandmother Ivie's house without thinking about the boxes and stacks of Reader's Digest magazines she had in her back entry hall. I know at one time one of my cousins and I discovered that she had copies of the magazine dating back more than twenty years.  Of course, why wouldn't she?  No matter what year or what month you opened there were articles and thoughts that were as timely in the present as they were when originally written.  Humor never grows old, and there were always several pages of  stories that would make you laugh.  Need an interesting topic for a school essay?  There was better place than the Reader's Digests in grandma's back room to find an interesting story or topic of discussion. I wouldn't be surprised if our first reading experiences began with reading to grandma.  Even if the newest volume was on the kitchen table, that didn't mean the previous three or four months were stashed away.  You could find a different month's worth of article in any room you wanted- the living room (you could read a joke during a commercial break), the bedroom (a nice story can give you pleasant dreams), and of course the bathroom (short or long reading material to help pass the time). 

My Grandma and Grandpa Pugh were also avid readers of the magazine, although Grandma Pugh didn't keep as many back copies. However, as they came monthly in the mail, and the articles fore timeless, there were still multiple months of the magazine available to browse through.  What Grandma Pugh did save were the Reader's Digest Condensed Books that came quarterly.  With the average of 4 -5 current books (fiction and non-fiction)  it didn't take long to gain a collection of good reading material.   I fondly remember reading not only the current writers, but also many classic stories.  I grew as a young lady to love these books and treasure them. I even borrowed many of these for use in English and Literature class discussions. 

With both sets of grandparents sharing the importance of this magazine, it is no wonder that my parents followed.  I would guess that mom and dad had a subscription to the Reader's Digest until the day dad died just short of turning 92.   One of the most heartbreaking things for me in cleaning out the den, was admitting that I didn't have room in my home to keep mother's collection of Reader's Digest Condensed Books.  I can't count, nor would I want to how many of those stories I read through the years, or how many mother used in some of her book club reading.  It didn't matter which book you pulled from the shelf, there were always multiple stories you just couldn't put down. 

It is my hope that someday my own children find themselves unsuccessful in cleaning out my attic or library.  May the love of reading good books and stories be passed from generation to generation, not only in my family but in yours as well.  

Have a wonderful day- Read a good story. 

A New Start

    Thank you so much for joining me today.   I didn't realize how long it had been since I last wrote on this particular blog.  Please forgive me.  

    It is a new year, 2024.  With a new year comes reflection, and I have much to reflect on and be grateful for.  I sincerely hope you have also enjoyed plenty of joy and happiness   

   As I started this new year, I challenged myself to make some new starts, or in some cases to restart enjoying things that have previously brought me joy.  Among these enjoyable activities is writing here and sharing my thoughts with you.   

   Over the past few years I have continued to write and share some of my talents.  I have self-published more of my Princess Jelisa stories as well as another self-help book.  I began a new coaching business with one of my sisters.  However due to health issues for her and work conflicts for me, that business has not, at this time, developed as we desired. Although we won't be as actively looking for clients this year, I am going to continue posting to our Facebook and group pages (Dream Weavers Wellness Coaching) (Get Fit Stay Beautiful), as over the past year, I have really enjoyed sharing some quotes and information.  In connection with our coaching business, I was happy to publish some journals, under the name Dream Weavers Life which I have received some positive feedback from. (I will share more about these later.) 

     I will continue to write this year.  I have already started working on my next two children's stories.  Thanks to a writing group I joined, I have gained some ideas on how to let people know about my stories.  Implementing some of the suggested ideas will definitely be a new start in a new direction for me.   I am also committing to reading for pleasure more this year.  I have developed association with a variety of authors and I look forward to enjoying more of their books this year.   In the fall I will be starting a new adventure with one of my daughters as she begins middle school and faces the challenges of growing up.   As you can see, I am starting a new exercise plan.  I have just finished day 6 of a 28-day Chair Yoga challenge. 

  What kind of new starts have you been thinking about for this year?  Are you looking at a new hobby?  Are you planning on building a new or stronger relationship with a loved one?  What are you going to different in your job/career this year?  What books do you hope to read?  Is there a talent you want to start developing you haven't before? 

   I sincerely wish you a very Happy New Year.  

     

   

Filling Your Bucket

A few days ago, one of my daughters was walking to the car with me afterschool    She was so excited to tell me about her day,   They  had learned about how everyone has a bucket and we need to fill our buckets, but sometimes we don't remember to fill our buckets with good things.  Sometimes we forget about our own bucket until it is empty.  We get tired and don't want to do anything. 

We can fill our own buckets by being nice to ourselves or thinking good thoughts.  We fill our bucket when we take care of ourselves by wearing nice clothes, washing our hands and face, brushing our teeth or brushing our hair.  We fill our buckets by reading, playing sports we like and doing our best on our school work.  We fill our buckets by smiling and finding something nice to think about. 

 

We can think about other's buckets.   Sometimes we take things out of the bucket and sometimes we put things in.    We should never try to make someone else's bucket empty by hurting them or being mean.  We shouldn't take happiness from their bucket by making them feel bad or stupid. When we do nice things for others that is like filling their bucket with good things,  We can smile at someone. We can share a book or an idea.  We can fill someone's bucket by telling them something you like about them.  

I am thankful for a teacher that took time to remind her students to think about others.  

A Fun Pirate Costume

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 When I originally wrote the story Prince Taylor's Corn Maze Halloween, ( one of the Princess Jelisa children's stories) one of the characters was dressed as Captain Hook.  In editing the story for publication, the character was changed to a simple pirate captain, which I felt made him more relatable.

When I started looking at clothes for the dolls, back in 2016, one of the articles I read suggested using clothes made for preemies.  In order to see how they fit, I  purchased  an outfit that my grandson liked.  The print on the shirt (a on piece that was long enough to snap over a diaper) was a teddy bear with a pirate scarf and eye patch.  Although it was too long for the doll's torso, I saved it, thinking I could use it later or remake it.

I searched Pinterest and online costume retailers and found a variety of ideas.  I decided I wanted something simple, the kids could see themselves as.  The shirt was a perfect beginning.   I cut the bottom off the shirt, keeping it a little long to go over his pants.   Next, I made a red scarf from some red cotton and tied it around his head.  The eye patch was made from black felt and held on by a piece of black elastic.  I was planning to pair the shirt with some blue pants but Lilly, my granddaughter, insisted he needed red pants.  So I used a basic pattern to make him a pair of red pants.    We used some boots, previously purchased for one of the other dolls.   Jilly, another granddaughter told me real pirates always wore a vest.  So she helped me find some felt squares to make a two-toned vest.  Finally no pirate would be complete without a waist sash.  His ended up being black satin.

This has ended  up being one of my favorite outfits to make for this particular doll.  Next to the camouflage outfit, it is also a favorite of my grandson.  I hope you like it as well as he does.

A Princess Inspired Costume

My 4 year old daughter hardly ever goes a day without wearing some kind of a princess dress.  Some days it is one of her favorite Sunday dresses, but most days she can be found prancing around the house in a dress-up costume.   For Halloween, she wanted to be Cinderella.  She found a dress at a local thrift store she decided was "perfect".  A week later another dress arrived, purchased by her mother from Amazon.  It was a brighter blue with an organza overlay. I thought she could wear the new dress for Halloween and the used dress for play, she insisted the first dress was her costume.  However it was the second dress which became my inspiration for a costume for one of the characters in my newest book. 

I bought some scrap pieces of blue silk and white organza from our favorite fabric store.  Since I was short on money and didn't want to purchase a new pattern for just one outfit, I used some creative knowledge to change a pattern I already owned.   Cutting the sleeve wider than the pattern I ended up with a full puffy sleeve.  I  figured out that two  half (1/2) circles would make a simple flounce. Jilly's dress had gold braid trim down the front, which I didn't have any of, but I did have about twelve (12) inches of ruffled lace,I could use.   I decided would look just as nice. Jilly was thrilled with the new princess dress for the doll.  Jilly wanted to wear long gloves with her costume, so of course the doll had to have the same.  Luckily I already had a pair of gloves which Princess Jelisa was happy to let us borrow for the night. A pair of clear sandals worked as her glass slippers.  

Here is a picture of the finished princess costume that one of the book characters wore in the book, Prince Taylor's Corn Maze Halloween.( one of the Princess Jelisa children's stories).

Sewing- My Unusual Step in Publishing

Time has flown since my last post.  I could say I wonder where the time went, but I know where most of it was spent.

Many of my fellow writers spent October facing a blank computer screen or paper, writing everyday and building their stories.  Others prepared for NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month,) and the challenge of writing 50,000 words during the thirty days of November.   I hope they felt my encouragement as I replied to their comments on Facebook.

 I also spent time in October working on my Princess Jelisa stories, but it looked it little different.  During the first of the month I edited the story I had chosen to publish as the 8th book, and formatted the basic wording of the book I had in mind. I was hoping to publish the book by the week before Halloween, and was so far on schedule, with the next step being the illustrations. Under normal conditions I may have made my personal deadline, but not this time.

I love sewing.  I used to sew a lot, making clothing for my husband, my five children and myself, as well as things to make our home more presentable or comfortable.   Over the past year I had found a few hours,  when my granddaughter was not using the sewing machine,  to sew a variety of outfits for the dolls I had purchased.  At the time, I didn't really know exactly how I would use the dolls or the clothes they would need.  I still don't know how or when I will use what I already have.

Although the dolls have a variety of outfits, I realized they did not have the right outfits for the particular story I was hoping to publish in October.   In the story, I described several costumes which the children wore to Prince Taylor's Halloween celebration, most of which they did not have. So as part of publishing I now had the opportunity to enjoy the creative experiences of sewing some fun costumes, or adding pieces from former outfits to  make them part of a costume.  

In the end I ended up sewing all or part of the following costumes:

• Pirate
• Witch
• Cinderella
• Clown
• Victorian Vampiress
• Doctor

As part of sharing my writing experience, it seems appropriate to share the outfits either as I create them or as I use them in the stories.   Please feel free to submit your comments regarding the writing or sewing shares.  

  

Boost of Self-Confidence

I spent most of today updating some older resumes with information about the employment I have enjoyed over the past eight (8) years.   The best par of my day was that in searching through the old resumes on my computer I came across an exercise done around 2003.
At an employment workshop I had attended we were told to just list skills we felt we had gained through life experiences, volunteer opportunities or former employment that could be of benefit to a business or another person.    At that time I managed to list almost two pages worth of various office, management, accounting and technical skills along with a list of personal services I had performed since high school, and did not even include the skills needed to be a wife and mother.
It was interesting to review the skills I had listed,  It brought to mind the many people I have had the pleasure to work with over the years.  I thought about the things I  learned from them and even more about the things they  learned from me, along with the many ways I added value to the businesses.
I remembered several positions where I had been hired for my varied skills, asked to reorganize the office,  set-up a new accounting system,  create and implement new tracking systems and develop effective office procedures.  Later, after the systems, forms and procedures were working efficiently and running almost automatically, I was asked to then train someone else, whom they believed they could pay less, to run the office as I had been.  I remember laughing months and years later when I found out that it had sometimes taken two (in one case-three) people to replace me in order to keep everything running as smoothly as when I left.   
I recalled two positions where I worked for several months as a temporary employee and then ended up training my replacement, because the temp agency insisted the company I was working for would have to pay a full year salary as a finders fee in order for me to be continue past the original contract date.   Both companies, I found out later, ended up hiring two people to accomplish the work I had been regularly completing, and in the long run ended up spending even more than if they had retained my services.
Finally, I reflected on my current employment, which I have been informed will be ending soon.
What skills had I used effectively and often?  Which skills had I offered to use for the benefit of the company which were not utilized?  What ideas did I offer which I later saw someone else implement and then be praised for?  What services did I offer which they said they want me to perform but then hired someone else to do at twice what they were paying me?  What skills did I use or things did I do that no one really knew I had done?  What choices did I make to improve my self personally? What new skills did I learn or refine during this time?
As I finished updating the skill list for the day I decided I was pretty  awesome.  The fear  I would not be able to find new employment or a way to support my family as I need to diminished.   I felt confident the future will take care of itself if I just relax and keep moving forward steadily.
I encourage you to take a few minutes (or more) to take an account of  your own talents and skills.  I am certain you will find you too have forgotten how awesome and wonderful  you really are.  I know it...do you?

Lifetime Learners

Our lesson in one of our Sunday church classes was on the importance of continuing to learn throughout our lifetime.  As I listened to the encouragement of the teacher I couldn't help but think of some of those in my life that taught the importance of continually reading and learning, no matter how old or what y our circumstances.

My Grandma Ivie was an example to me of someone who sought all kinds of learning.  As a young lady she taught school, so education was always important to her.  What I remember about her was that she was always wanting to know more, about anything or everything she could.  Living on a fixed income, grandma didn't have a lot of money to buy fancy books, but she always made sure she purchased the readers digest each month.  You could always find copies of the two or three most recent editions on her porch reading stand during the summer or on her bedside table in the winter.   This precious storehouse of knowledge was not just tossed but stored in boxes and sacks in the room beyond the kitchen.  I believe, even in her late 90s grandma went a month without her monthly issue of knowledge.  As we grew we realized  no matter what subject we were learning in school, grandma knew all about it and had interesting facts our teachers had never thought of sharing.  If any of us ever needed an idea for a report, essay or other school paper we could depend on grandma to find one or more copies of the Readers Digest that would have information on a topic of interest.   I wonder how many of us grandchildren still depend on that small little magazine to enlighten, educate,  make one ponder or enjoy a moment of laughter each month.

I thought also of my Grandfather Pugh.  Even at 98  years of age, you could be sure that he would find time to sit down and read .each day  He had an old stuffed armchair he would sit in as he read.  The table next to him always contained a stack of books he was in the middle of reading.  Grandpa rarely read a book cover to cover.  He would read, take notes, and then often set it aside and come back to it hours or days later with a new perspective and/or questions to find answers to.  Although he read and studied many church books, he was also well versed in the classics.  He could tell the story of almost any classic we were studying in school, explaining not only plot and characters, but the emotions of the characters that were often overlooked or too hastily passed over in discussions.  I used to think grandpa had the most wonderful library upstairs.  He had an entire wall covered with bookcases full of books he had read, and two more glass front bookcases that held well worn editions, and a few first editions, and collections of college textbooks, reference books and school books.  While it sometimes seemed like a mess to grandma and I, grandpa knew where every book belonged.  He always knew if someone borrowed a book, and if  asked if he had a particular book or one containing a specific story, it would take him only a few minutes to hand you exactly what  was asked for (or needed).

So with this kind of a heritage is it any wonder I enjoy reading (and writing.)? I have been so blessed with wonderful examples of how to continually grow and learn, no matter what my present circumstances may be.  I hope that in some way I can reach a level even close to what they achieved and taught.  I guess, that itself, is part of the lifetime of learning - patience and perseverance.  

The Promise Took a Turn

As I started the new year I promised myself I would do more with my writing this year.  I started the year posting regularly to this blog, and actually did so fairly regularly until April.  I was feeling fairly pleased with myself.  That was the month I attended a writer's conference in the area.

The writer's conference was geared more toward those writing a novel but there was something that happened after the conference.  My promise took a turn in a different direction.   There were a number of authors who had books for sale, some on how or what to write, a number of science fiction, numerous romances, a variety of fantasy and even some scripts/screenplays. What I did not see many of were books for children, although I think there was one table that I thought offered a few. I remember walking away with the question as to why didn't more people write for children?
One of the things I found was that many writers said they had thought about writing for children but they didn't know what children would like, and didn't want to risk the reputations they had built as an author writing fiction for adults.  Another prohibitive factor mentioned was the cost of illustrating  a children's book with 24 or more full color pages, even using freelance illustrators.  

Well, a reputation was not something I was terribly worried about at the time. I had published two self-help books, but had only sold a few to date.  I didn't have reputation or a reader base of hundreds.  What I did have was a feeling that did not go away, that I needed to share what I had already written before worrying about writing more.   I had spent much of 2016 following a prompting to purchase stuffed animals that would go along with a series of stories I had written over the years as my grandchildren were growing up.  Along with the animals, I found myself purchasing two dolls whom I felt were much like the princess and prince in the stories. At the conference I had learned about several websites that offered free or low priced photos that could be used or edited for illustrations and particularly covers.    I had also talked with several authors during lunch that were happy with results they had received via Kindle Direct Publishing. One of the authors in the audience during one of the presentations asked a question about using a presentation program to design the cover and/or front pages of a book.  His question prompted me to search the internet for more information.  In doing so I came across an idea of how to prepare a children's book using a slide presentation program.  The final thing that convinced me publishing my stories might be possible, even on a budget, was that while taking a refresher course in publishing, I found an easy way to combine elements from different photos into a slide presentation.

As the weeks passed, an idea began to move forward and the belief that it was at least worth the effort.  So I began to self-illustrate some of my stories using low-cost purchased backgrounds and images, and adding elements of photos of the animals and dolls I had taken myself.  The next step was to add the text, making minor edits to the stories as they had originally been written and format them into a form that could be repeated.    The final step, for me, was to decide was what the covers should be - something about the particular book or something that would be recognizable from book to book.  I finally decided to use the same cover for each book, but to make each unique by varying the color of the background.   The first of the books about Princess Jelisa was finally published in  July in both print and ebook formats.  .   As  of today I have published 6 of the possible 20 or more stories I have written.

I don't know about you, but for me keeping a promise to myself, has been something I am really excited about.  It may not look like what I anticipated or expected back in January, but too many new year resolutions in the past have disintegrated or been pushed aside by other demands by this time of the year.  So I am anxious to continue my efforts.   I invite you to follow me as I share more of the Princess Jelisa stories and more of my own as well.

A Mini-Vacation

Back in May, our family took what my granddaughter and I call a "mini-vacation".  Usually it has just been Alexandra and I, but this time we got to include the two newest members of our family, Lilly and Jilly.  As usual, it was kind of a spur of the moment, unplanned escape from everyday life.

The two little girls have this exhausting (for me) belief that anytime grandma is not at work she should be doing something with them, especially if  I am off all day.  They don't care if there are dishes or clothes that need washing, if the floor needs to be mopped or vacuumed or the toys put away.  They do care a lot about whether I can take them shopping, to the park, zoo or aquarium, or any other activity they classify for the day as fun.

 Because I needed to use (or lose) some vacation time I had earned, I ended up having Wednesday through Friday off.  Alex and I had some errands that had to be handled and appointments I had already scheduled and Alex needed to work so we kept our plans close to home.  I booked a room at Embassy Suites, a hotel located near the closest shopping mall, within walking distance of Alex's work and less than five minutes from home. for Thursday and Friday evening.    We used Wednesday to shop with both girls, and let them go to Build-A-Bear and make a new soft friend. After dropping Alex off we went to a nearby park where the girls could run, jump and play to get some energy out before going home for naps, dinner and a little house cleaning, and packing for the coming days.

Lilly had been begging Cathy for a day alone, so on Thursday, Alex and I took Jilly with us.  Most of the morning was spent shopping for some things Alex needed.  After dropping Alex off, Jilly and I went to Chucky Cheese for lunch.  Being the middle of a school day, there were very few  people there and Jilly had a ball being able to just run around play games and enjoy the rides without anyone holding on to her. When I could finally get her away, we checked into the hotel, where she immediately had to change so we could go swimming. (Is there any other reason to go to a hotel?".  After she tired of  swimming she watched TV and played with her new stuffed animal. until she decided she was "too hungry to wait".  So we walked across the street and the two of us had a dinner at a "big eating store" called Olive Garden.  Once back at the hotel, Jilly put her pajamas on and promptly fell asleep watching a movie while grandma read emails on the computer.  Around 11 pm I had to carry her out to the car so we could pick up Alex.    Thursday morning we went downstairs for the continental breakfast.

After breakfast, we packed up Jilly and went home to switch kids.  Jilly was excited to tell Cathy about her day and have a "mommy day" with her while we took Lilly with us.  Of course the first thing on her fun to do list was swimming with Alex.  Swimming always make everyone hungry, so a trip to Café Rio was in order.  A movie at the big theatre in the mall sounded like a good idea, along with drinks, popcorn and candy.   Alex didn't remember every eating at T.J. Fridays before, so it was a wonderful adventure for her and it was fun sampling some of their appetizers.  By then we were all ready to head back to the hotel for a leisurely night of computer and coloring activities and just lounging in bed.  In the morning I was able to garner about an hour of quiet, uninterrupted writing time before Lilly was awake and demanding attention.  We let Alex sleep a little longer then woke her up to accompany us tot he breakfast buffet downstairs.

I love our mini-vacations.  We don't take them as often as we would like, but they are worth the wait and the months of saving it sometimes involves.   Lilly and Jilly have both been suggesting the past few days that we can go to the big house by the stores and stay overnight in a room again.  They promise to be good.

Look around your own neighborhood for an opportunity to escape.  It doesn't have to be overnight stays.  Recently my daughter took a week off and she and her children found a museum, a fun park, an event or and attraction to go to each day for a week all within a 10 mile radius of their home.  The point is, to get away, enjoy life and relax.

I Risked It

I am super excited this week.  I decided to do something just for me,.  I joined one of the local writing chapters and attended my very first official writing conference.

As of last Wednesday I am officially a member of the Oquirrh Mountain Chapter of the League of Utah Writers.  I missed their monthly meeting last week, but I did attend the Spring Conference -League of Utah Writers on Saturday.  The conference was held at Salt Lake Community College.  Each writer was able to choose one of seven offered classes each hour (five total classes for the afternoon).  There were so many to choose from depending on where one might be in their writing journey, all of which sounded informative.  However, at the end of the day I knew the ones I had chosen were the perfect ones for me right now.

I met a new writer that shared her story and encouragement to just keep writing, even when life is not ideal.  She talked about setting individual goals that work for us, even if they are small, and then evaluating regularly as life changes, either up or down, and that either way is OK.  What matters is that you just keep writing.  While some people have the chance to sit down for days at a time and do nothing but write, for others it may be a challenge to just do a few lines a day and it may even be OK to miss a day.  This writer is definitely someone I would like to know more. 

In another class I found I learned as much from one of the other attendees as I did from the teacher about the joys and challenges of having a book signing.  I also learned some reasons why and why not to be involved in one.  During the discussion, I also learned some obstacles other authors have overcome in promoting their books during events such as Salt Lake Comic Con FanX™ . 

Another class I found interesting had to do with overcoming the tendencies and traits of an introvert as it relates to public speaking and promotion of our writing.  The teacher had a very engaging informative presentation, and I left believing I could do most of the skills he was encouraging us to be open to developing. 

Another class I attended started out with ideas for uncommon ways of promoting our writing.  Because I have to keep up on some changes and developments in technology as part of my daily employment, I was able to follow most of what this teacher was presenting as far as research.  The thing I came away with was the feeling it was OK to use unusual ways of advertising or exposing your work to new readers. 

The final class I chose was on "Finding Your Muse."  The main encouragement I got was to not feel afraid to try different genres or paths in writing.  I also felt more inspired to be totally aware of everything and everyone around me, because you never know where an inspiration, character, scene may come from.  I also felt empowered to take more opportunities to find alone or reflective time to reflect on a story, idea or thoughts about whatever I am writing at the moment. 

These few hours, listening to and sharing thoughts of other writers, and learning about the writing they  have completed or are in the process of working on, was probably as rewarding for me as my sister, Karla, who is a carver, attending a woodcarving show. 

Why Is This So Different?

I have lost count of how many times I have asked myself this question over the past days, weeks and months as I raise the youngest two children in my home.   As a single parent, I already raised my own five children.  Then I chose to take on the care and responsibility for three of my grandchildren.  Now I am starting over by raising two more children.   One might think since I have done it once, the second or third time should be a breeze.  Which, I guess, is why this question comes up so often.  I did it before, so why does it seem so hard? Why is this so different than last time? 

The answer is simple. Everything is different.    My financial situation is different.  My housing situation has changed several times over the years.  The support of family and/or family members is different. Former health and wellness concerns for me and others have been replaced by new medical and counseling needs.   The demands on my time have not remained the same through all the years.   Employment, hours and expectations have not remained constant.  Ways of dealing with stress or discouragement may be managed in a more or less effective manner.  Actions, thoughts and choices may have shifted in their level of priority or importance to me or someone else.   Relationships have certainly changed through out the years.  The expectations of society have changed over time.  Most importantly, no two children are alike, so it impossible for anything or everything to be the same as it used to be.

Last week, as I was looking through some prior journals, I found a passage where I must have asked myself the same question- What is different?   Reviewing the comparisons I made at that time between how things were when I was raising my five children alone and the reality of where I was at while raising three grandchildren was very informative.  I realized that whether I was to compare my present circumstances to thirty or ten years ago I would find a difference in every category.   In those few moments of reading, I felt a peaceful understanding settling in.

It is perfectly fine if what I am going through now, the choices I make and the results are different.   What worked in the past, worked because of the times, the people and the circumstances.  When dealing with different circumstances, people and challenges I was able to be, act and choose in another manner that were the best and most workable at that time.   No doubt, as I shift and reevaluate what is going on now, I will also find what works best in the present moments of life.  By recognizing the differences I can better decide how to use the knowledge, experience and skills I have gained from the differences of the past.  In recognizing the differences, as well as similarities, between the past and now both I and those I love will progress in new, different ways that will be just right, whether perfect or not, under the present circumstances and into the changing future. 
 
Are you feeling like life should be different than it is?  Ask yourself the question.  You may be surprised at the answers that come back. 





 

Finding a Balance

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This week has been interesting as it has given me the opportunity to take a look at the balance in my life between work and home, especially the balance at home between responsibilities/expectations versus caring for myself and my own needs.  
I feel most of the time my balance between work and home is handled well.  However, one of my managers caught me during a few moments when I had spaced off mentally or blinked without unblinking for a few seconds.  I know it was less than a minute, but it was enough to receive a formal warning from management.  Rather than freaking out about possibly losing my present employment, I have taken time this week to reflect on perceived demands on my time and expectations of others, both at work and home.
I found this picture today, and as I looked at it I appreciated it more and more.  In many ways it is depicts exactly how I feel lately. At first glance what I see is the balance of the stacked pebbles and the initial feeling of peace and relaxation. I feel balanced, things are happening with order and I am in control.    For a short period of time I just enjoyed the moment of calm and feeling of freedom the picture evoked.  Then I noticed the other pebbles nearby, the ones that are not as close in size or included in the choice of pebbles to work with.  There is a fairly flat pebble not too far back which looks as though it may have made a good base, however, as perfect as it appears on the visible surface, the sculptor chose not to use it, just as he chose not to include many of the other numerous rocks nearby. The choice of pebbles in creating the balanced result is like the choices I have to make in finding my own balance. Though something seems like it would add to the value or creation, I can't  include everything.  Have to make choices of what seems will work best together at any given time and leave other things to work on for another time.  Another thing that caught my attention was the water coming toward the shore.  At the moment it does not threaten the balance, but as time goes on it may or may not, depending on the changes in nature, shake or even topple the fragile balance that exists.  This is like the emotions, needs and choices of others in my life  Their moods or choices may threaten whatever balance I build and could come crashing upon me like an ocean wave, disturbing or changing the balance of sleep vs rest, freedom vs responsibilities, time for/with others vs time for own interests.  Like the stones, what I build may remain standing, inspiring someone else in the process or it may be washed away and I will need to rebuild from different materials or a new perspective. 
So I will take this opportunity to look at finding a new balance of responsibilities, work and time for self.   There will be less free play time allowed when I have four children here and more time in teaching them if the toys are not put away properly, it will take them longer to clean up.  Balance may involve putting out some cleaning charts as a reminder to myself of little things I can do in each day.  It will involve a refocus on getting the girls to sleep without grandma so I can have an extra half hour each evening to work on other things (writing, playing the piano or reading) which help me release and handle stress.  
I wish the reason for this reflection had never happened, but I am glad for the opportunity to reevaluate what does and doesn't work for me in keeping life in balance.  I am thankful I have skills and resources I can call upon to help me make choices which will work for me, in my unique circumstances.   
Although you may not have had a recent experience to cause you to reflect on the balance in your life, I encourage you to take the time now to look at how you too can improve the balance(s) in your life. 

Enjoying something simple

I found myself in a church meeting recently thinking about how something small and simple can make such a difference in our day.  It may not have even seemed important, but something or someone later made you realize a shift in your attitude or outlook on circumstances or situations.

For me, on that particular evening,  it was a three dollar ($3) pair of red patent leather open toed wedge pumps.  My granddaughter had needed to go shopping earlier for some pants she needed for work.  We decided to try a new thrift store which had recently opened near our home.  Having never been there before, I started to browse while she was trying on her clothes. I was looking to see what they had in open toed shoes, which are often hard to find.  Surprisingly I found a pair of nice looking red shoes in really good condition.   What was even more surprising was that they not only fit, but fit comfortably.  Although I had not planned on buying anything for myself, I kept them in my hand as I joined my granddaughter to pay for our purchases, rationalizing to myself that a few extra dollars would not make that much of a difference.   Later as I dressed for the meeting, I chose a skirt with a red, black and gray print, and slipped on the new shoes instead of the black shoes I normally wore with the outfit. I didn't think much about my appearance as the toddler asked for hugs and reverted to their usual tears because I  was leaving without them, again.   I hurried to get to the meeting and find a place to sit in the crowded chapel, ending up on the front row of the folded chairs for the overflow crowd.  It wasn't until after the opening song, the prayer and the first talk was concluded before I relaxed.  As I listened to the speaker I began to look around at the couples seated near me.  Being single, as often happens, I began to feel self-conscious, especially as I was seated near some couples, who I perceived from their clothing and shoes were probably much more financially stable than I am. I realized I was beginning to compare myself to others, which I know is not fair, especially to myself.  It was then I looked down, and suddenly my feeling of being less was gone.  I suddenly felt beautiful, accepted and the equal of everyone else there.

What was it that made the difference?  A simple pair of red shoes, purchased on a whim.  They were not scuffed up from kids stepping on them or playing dress up or being knocked down the stairs. .  They were not missing pieces of rubber from the heels because they had been worn daily for months at a time because I had chosen to buy shoes for others in the family instead of myself.  .  They were not just something I had thrown on as I walked out the door, but something which complimented what I was wearing,   In that moment I felt proud of the way I looked.  I was glad I had chosen to spend something on myself without guilt.  In that moment I felt loved.  I felt like I deserved to feel special. 

That moment was a reminder that it doesn't take much to make a difference in a life, whether it be your own or someone else's.  It was also a reminder to appreciate and notice the simple little things we do for ourselves and others. What may seem small may actually be the very thing that makes a difference in how someone feels about themselves, their surroundings, their choices or their life. 

What have you done that seems simple?  What simple thing could you enjoy right now? 

What was I thinking?

Do you ever have days where you ask yourself "What was I thinking?"  I seem to be having a lot of those days lately.

I love the two great grandchildren I adopted, but when they are running around, as 4 and 5 year olds do I wonder.   When they are resisting going to sleep and jumping on the bed instead of lying down, while I am exhausted from a full day at work, cooking, cleaning and meeting various family needs, I sometimes wonder what I was thinking, but then I get a goodnight kiss or someone has to hold my hand in order to go to sleep, and I know I was thinking of them, not me, the love we have and the things I thought only I could give them. 

I know a daughter needs me to watch her children so she can work her unusual shifts, but sometimes I wonder what I was thinking when I agreed.     When I have four children ages four to nine running from one room to another I wonder. When I am fixing the latest thing that got broken because of the combination of children playing together or not respecting the rules I find myself asking, why I thought I could have a nice home as long as I have so many young children playing in every room.   I not only question my own expectations but what others expect of me. Of course, a lot of things have changed, some on her end and some on my own since we agreed I would help, which is when it comes to the end is what the thought was - helping. 

What was I thinking when I took a cut in hours and pay a few years ago? At the time it didn't seem like a big deal,  it was only $5000 a year difference.  Now the difference is over $11,000 (almost a year's worth of mortgage payments or the payoff of my car).  I was thinking it was better to have a well paying shorter hour job than a full time job with less benefits or salary.  I was thinking the same thing I think about now, the trade off of money versus the schedule which allows for
medical appointments and meeting family needs. I am still thankful for the blessing it so often is.

I guess my point is, for me, that when I question myself and sometimes ask "What was I thinking?" , upon reflection I find that the decision was not made without thought and there is always a blessing within if I take the time to look.  I wonder what you find when you stop to ask

2017 - Time for Revival

The New Year, 2017, has begun with a bang.  One of the things this year offers is the chance for revival. 

It is time to revive passions, interests and dreams.  It is time to reinvigorate creative desires and abilities.  It is time to restore a passion for living, whether I am choosing to live day to day, week to week or month to month. It is time to resurrect saved manuals, books and articles full of guidance and advice.  It is time to re-establish daily rituals/routines so life can move along smoother.  It is time to put back into place boundaries in relationships, work, time management and expectations, of self and others.  It is time to energize promises I want to keep. 

Among the things to restore is this space.  I began sharing after I had seen others I respected and admired reaching out via the internet to share their lives.    Just when I could (or should) have been sharing more about the challenges of parenting following the addition of two children to our home, priorities got jumbled due to the increased demands of working with social workers and agencies, supporting the parents, the legalities and process of adoption, working to support a larger family and caring for two very active demanding toddlers and a teenager faced with all the decisions, challenges and growth of attending high school.    What spare time I did find I used to post a few thoughts on another blog, “Bridge of Skills” or promote my book by the same name. 

The beginning of a new year fell right behind moving from one home and city to another.  Among the comments I have heard from people in our former area and people I am meeting in our new living area is that they wish they knew me better, and as they learn more about me, the question of whether I have ever considered sharing my experiences and inspiration with others.  The answer is yes, I have, and it is time to do it again.   

So, for those who have known me before, and allowed me to share with you in the past, I ask you to forgive my absence and hope you will again look forward to reading the thoughts of someone who is just like you.  For those who are new, I hope you will feel love, encouragement and value as we journey through life together.   

START- A little differently

I recently had someone recommend a book to me that had to do with becoming an entrepreneur or having faith in yourself to follow your dream.   The book was called "The Power of Starting Something Stupid"  by Richie Norton.    Part of what caught my attention in hearing more about this book, was his use of the word START.  In his book he shares the idea that part of the process it to Serve, Thank, Ask, Receive and Trust. 
I was impressed with the ideas as working together, but didn't write them down at the time.  When I finally did take the time I found I had rearranged the 5 words in a slightly different order.  My first thought when I realized I had done this was to think I had a bad memory, but as I thought more about why I had written it differently.  On reflection I found that right now I do often go through these steps in something I may involve myself in.  I also found instances where in giving advice I have encouraged someone to follow this pattern.  So here is some of my thoughts on the anagram START.
Share-  Share your ideas, Share your thoughts, Share your talents,  Share of yourself through service, Share your wealth or good fortune, Share the experience, Share your feelings, Share the challenges
Trust-   Trust yourself,  Trust Others, Trust that things will work out, Trust that guidance and inspiration will come at the right time,  Trust in a spiritual source, Trust your feelings, Trust your intuition
Ask- Ask your spiritual source, Ask those you trust, Ask yourself what else you could do,  Ask to forgive (yourself or others), Ask for patience or strength,  Ask to learn, Ask to grow, Ask for help
Receive-  Receive graciously, Receive from others, Receive without expectation, Receive the unexpected, Receive what you asked for, Receive and notice,  Receive and then pass it on
Thank-  Thank a giver, Thank the universe,  Thank yourself for trying once more, Be thankful for lessons learned,  Express Thanks everyday,  Look for something to be thankful for,  Thank someone unexpectedly,  Be thankful for life itself,  Be thankful for the little things and stop looking for the big event, 
This list is far from complete.  I am sure you can add to it from your own experiences. You may even decide this list is still not right.  You may find it even changes.    I know I  have. , Yesterday as I was thinking about someone I cared about my START  list was Serve, Trust, Act, Receive, Thank.    Another day in thinking about setting goals my START list became Set Goal, Time Limit, Act, Review, Think Again.   
As I have said before, there are usually not any right or wrong answers or ideas.  What is yours is unique.  So come up with your own START point(s) and take a step toward a great you. 

Beautiful - But Use Caution

 

I was going through pictures my granddaughter had uploaded from our recent vacation to Oregon.  This particular picture was taken at the Aquarium just south of Newport, Oregon.  For some reason this really caught my eye as something very peaceful and calming.  It certainly was something I spent several minutes watching while I was there, and I was glad she had taken the time to capture it on film. 

This evening as I reflected on these seemingly fragile creatures, I was awed again by their elegant beauty as they float along with such ease, inviting anyone or anything to draw nearer to investigate them further or be apart of their casual way of being free and just moving along slowly, unhurried, unstressed, free of cares.  Yet as inviting as they appear, it is good to remember that the beautiful, fine tendrils can be very deadly if one draws too near or ventures to touch them.

I couldn't help but think about how often life is much like these jelly fish.  We watch from afar, envying the ease with which we perceive others receive blessing, riches or what we might consider the good things of life.  From a distance we watch, wishing we could live the life they do, wanting to join them or be a part of their group, or enjoy the personal or financial freedom we think they have.   But get closer and sometimes we can get stung or hurt.  We may find they are less than honest and what you think they earned they took by taking advantage of others.   It may appear as though they are coasting through life happy and carefree but when we get closer we find they are lonely or fearful.  Just as the jelly fish immobilize their victims, these people's  depression zaps our personal reserves of energy, enjoyment or gifts until we feel completely drained and empty, unable to cope as we have done in the past.  Then like the jellyfish, once we are immobilized and they have taken from us all they can, they float on as though we were never there, leaving us to hopefully find a way to heal as they sting someone else who dares to come near.  Yet as we heal, we learn the greatest lessons.  Life is not always as it seems.  Sometimes what appears good is not. What appears enticing can be dangerous or deadly.    Be cautious of getting too near or rushing ahead too fast before we know what may happen.  Finally, sometimes what seems tragic brings insight and growth. 
May we all enjoy the beautiful things that surround us and that we come near.  May we learn to use caution and wisdom in our relationships.  May we enjoy many of the things we see without the need to be closer or be a part of.  My we be happy to sometimes just sit back and watch the beauty of life as it happens and feel joy when it appears to be good for others.