Things that I do when I am lying awake…

It is just mere minutes before 6am according to the clock on my iphone. I have been awake for the last two hours laying in bed catching up and reading both blog post that I follow and panning new ones. I was awaken by the snow trucks coming through and then I hearing the pitter patter of tiny feet on the carpet (hey, I have mother,s hearing) and saw a tiny head appear in the shadow of my iphone light. After a potty run, a kiss and tucking him back in his bed he had driffted off to sleep and I again lay awake…scrolling. Then I realized that I was 1) hungry and 2) dying to write something…and I managed to do both in just 8 minutes. Smile

 

Pen & paper, ready, set….

I truly want to believe…that I could accomplish this. That I could take time from the world, from stuff and doing and really be able to focus 20-30 minutes and write about varying quasi randomly selected topics over a period of 30 days.

…and then, I laugh to myself as my mind begins to arbitrarily run through the ever-ending list of my current incomplete blog titles, the ones, I was so eager and smart about when I scribbled the title down.

I begin to consider how difficult it is for me to find 20-30 minutes to do something that creates, nooooo, that initiates a spark and awakens a joy, a love of words dancing, spinning, jumping, spiraling across the page constructing a story, a love, a fascination that I have had long since childhood…my adoration with words.

In the past, I have usually scribbled a topic or a few lines in passing and thought “I’ll get back to that”…and if and when I did I am completely devoid of why I selected those words, that topic or what it meant to me at that time.

Having identified, understood and communicated my challenges; I welcome this opportunity and thus, in September I will commit to this writing challenge. You are welcome to join me and write or to follow me and read. I also hope that you will be my encouragement and urge me to push forward as I “write” to complete this challenge like the “Superstar” that I know I am.

Mission Completed!

30 day writing prompts as written by  http://laghairt.wordpress.com/2012/08/04/30-days-meme-2/

1. Write about your current relationship, or about being single.  ✓

2. Where do you want to be in ten years? ✓

3. Your opinion about drugs and alcohol.

4. Your opinion about religion.

5. One moment when you thought about suicide.

6. Write thirty interesting facts about yourself. ✓

7. Your star sign and how do you think it fits. ✓

8. Moment when you were most satisfied with your life.
9. What do you hope your future will be? ✓

10. Describe your first love and your first kiss. ✓

11. Turn on your music player, turn on shuffle and write the first ten songs it’ll play. ✓

12. Describe your whole day in short notes.

13. Which country would you like to visit or move in? ✓

14. Your earliest memory. ✓

15. Your favourite bloggers/websites.

16. Your opinion on mainstream music.

17. Your successes and failures in last year.
18. What do you believe in? ✓

19. When did you not respect your parents?

20. How important is education for you?

21. One of your favourite TV shows.

22. How did you change in past two years?

23. Five pictures of famous girls/women you find attractive. ✓

24. Your favourite movie and what it’s about.

25. Someone who fascinates you and why.

26. What kind of men attracts you?

27. What problem did you have?

28. Something you miss.

29. Your goals for the next 30 days.

30. Your successes and failures in this month.

 

 

 

Writing, where does it come from?

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. — Anais Nin

When I ceased struggling to find something in which to write about, everything became a topic of interest. It was only then that I could discern, weave and create a fascinating and engaging tale oft-times filled with laughter, but certainly always with joy and love.

Given time…I will be, a writer again.

 

 

Where does it come from?

“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” — Anais Nin

 

A simple girls prayer….

 

 

Lord, I was told today that all I had to do was tell you what I wanted this job or another, because as your child it is mine for the having.

My heart’s desires are simple; do what I love and am most passionate about, while helping others in the process. Obtain my coaching certification (life and relationship), hang my own shingle and be financially stable and productive. Write a couple of books (fiction and children stories), paint more, learn to decorate cakes, travel with my husband and still have time to sit on our porch swing growing old, in love and watching our grandchildren grow up, graduate, attend college and our children grow wiser or at least learn they never knew more or as much as they once believed.

Oh and the icing on my cake would be hearing them admit the aforementioned out loud and in a single breath.

reposted from 8/6/2011

 

Who do I want to be… when I growup?

anything, but wet!

I want to be the person who walks into the room and brings warmth, love and laughter. I envision my being the arms that make children feel safe, nurtured and loved. I should be the most rational cupcake, without too much over the top frosting.

My hope is that I can be the one who laughs with and is okay with being laughed at…because laughter is certainly the best medicine for falls, breaks and moments of craziness.

 There is nothing simple about complex!

 

Not just a butterfly in your hand…

The heart really does matter.

This is how I see me in the palm of your hand. It is quaint, alluring and altogether magical from my perspective.

Most might think that this would render me powerless with absolute no control. Little do they know I am energized by you; I feed not only off of our power, but also from your love for me. I do not need to siphon your strength, because it is fed to me with every beat of your heart, in every smile and our laughter.

I am inspired by you and that is why, I am able to sit so quietly in the palm of your hand never considering… that flight from you should be an option.  

There is nothing simple about complex.

 

 

Reading is f-u-n-d-a-m-e-n-t-a-l!

I began reading, long before I had mastered the art of pronunciation or speech that said, I love, love to read. As a child, I found reading to be entertaining, educational and a means to an escape! Reading, is how I created my very own wonderland and adventures. Books and words were my retreat from my ordinary life, I could kick off my shoes, pull up a chair and immerse myself into the comfort of a story and feel as if I were a part of the action.

I remember reading mt first primary books “Run Dick Run and See Jane” oh, the memories…Borrrring! A term over used by my grandson, whenever he feels that he is not being fully entertained or asked to participate in anything of no interest to him. haha

My first love story was about a pig, a spider and a wonderful thing called friendship, Charlotte’s Web. I was seven years old and in the second grade. Mrs. Beatty (my absolute favorite teacher) was reading this story aloud to me (the class included) over a period of days. I remember being so eager to hear what would happen next with Wilbur that I awoke early each morning believing that I could propel the morning into afternoon story time with just my wishful thoughts. Although, I always enjoyed story time, I was truly excited about this particular story. I loved to listen to the sound of her voice as she brought each character to life through her animations and enthusiasm. I am certain that when Mrs. Beatty had children she was a phenomenal mother!

All these years later, I can recall how I felt in my little girl self as the story turned from humorous to devastating. I was heartbroken when Charlotte died (can you believe, I am tearing up now, as I write this). My teacher (being observant as a teacher should) noticed me crying (more like total meltdown) sat the book down, called me to the front, sat me on her lap and wrapped me in her arms. She waited before asking me, why I was crying. I told her because it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair that Charlotte should die and leave Wilbur and her babies alone. I guess, I could mention, that I was the only child out of the entire second grade class blubbering (If only I had known they that I would be an emotional train wreck the rest of my life). Do you think any of the kids in my second grade class remember me crying?

Like any “good” adult should, she talked me through the process of life and death as it related to the story. I will tell you that that moment has has stuck with me well into four plus decades of my existence. Recanting it now, the tingle in my heart feels as if it happened just yesterday.

Truth is I read any and everything! Which, I must admit has turned out to be my saving grace in many situations, because I am trained to read both the obvious and the less interesting, just out of habit.

My very first adventure book “The Boxcar Children” oh, how I loved those children and their antics. I didn’t know it then, but they romanticized “curiosity” for me. Ramona the pest, The Great Brain sparked my intuitiveness and inspired me to think outside the box, The Little House on The Prairie (I was certain that I was Laura Ingalls hanging out with pa on the creek). Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (I must reread this as an adult) LOL Are You There God, its Me Margaret? That was a sort of coming to age book for me.

Books tell a lot about a person, I believe they tell a lot about who you are on the inside. I am older, more mature and a bit more seasoned now, I still enjoy a good story, but I really like to read about people, their courage and character. I find it interesting to see what people or made of, how a situation can affect them to their core or how they will rise to the occassion.

I sincerely hope that I can convey my passion for reading as I attempt to share the books I review here. Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts as well, because we all know that reading is fundamental.

*I can’t expect to be perfect, I sometimes just want to get it completed.

R&W