End of summer

Today, I’m trying to embrace the fact that I woke up and got up at a painful 6 a.m and took some time to just be. I needed it and I needed to write or at least feel like I’m writing. ūüėČ

I don’t often wish this happened more often because I enjoy sleep, but the quiet I seem to need lately happens at these awful times. The early morning sounds, the smell of the plants wafting into the windows, the faraway sound of the highway (really?), and the birds chirping (minus loud crows).

It’s what¬†my soul¬†craves.

This morning, I’m also thinking about how much I enjoy having grown kids. It’s exciting to watch them become young adults and make their way in the world. There’s no school supply shopping, no thoughts of making lunches nor jumping quickly into vehicles and joining the procession of hurrying vehicles.

Thinking about those days makes me tired, but I admit, there are parts of that season I miss also.

So, if you run into me and wonder what I’ve been¬†doing lately, I’m just focusing time and energy into my marriage, my grown kids and working. Though I have creativity in my being, ¬†participating in it¬†fluctuates, but it’s okay, I’ve learned by now, creativity¬†comes in waves and I don’t need to stress that I’ve lost who I am or that I’ve betrayed my soul.

~peace.

 

 

The Power of Words

 

I may have known it as a child, but it took years to develop, and build up enough hours of practice to begin to embrace the title of writer. And even still, there’s so much to learn. But, it all began when I stole took the¬†diary that belonged to my older sister. I began writing¬†my thoughts, desires, and wishes way back then. However, I didn’t receive guidance, training, and encouragement to embrace it as a career.

It doesn’t matter what didn’t happen, but what does happen now. I will continue to write out my thoughts, desires, wishes and dreams until I’m wrinkled and gray.

All this to say that I’d like to share my son’s¬†dream with you. I’ve known he was a musician since before he was born. How? Because he kicked in rhythm while I was pregnant with him.¬†True story!

Anyway, my baby is now¬†a¬†full-grown young man¬†who’s trying to live out his dream of being a full-time musician. He knows it’s a path that isn’t easy and he works hard to live out his dream. Click on this link and you’ll get a sampling of his band, Shortsweather¬†. My son is the handsome one, in blue, playing the guitar. His band would like to take a tour coming this July. Will you help him live out his dream? Thanks for sharing this link as well.

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One of those days

I don’t care to vent it out because it takes too much energy out of me and I need to keep some for our upcoming move. I’ll need it.

But, it has been one of those days.

I don’t want to ask why, because it really doesn’t matter why certain things happen;¬†high and low days will occur.

The challenge, my challenge is to breathe, stay calm and turn.

I have a choice, to turn away from discouragement and to turn towards positivity.

Nothing was lost today that can’t be replaced. There are far worst days that others these days at this very hour are suffering¬†and there are worse things to lose. Therefore, the choice is really easy if I just take a minute to think about it.

I chose to be grateful. There really is no other choice that makes sense for me. I’m grateful for the life I’ve been given, and for the people who grace my life. I may not own the world, but I have love. If not for love, I would surely perish and lose heart.

 

 

Monday

Here it is Monday again and I noticed that my last post was a poem. Today, I’m just¬†tapping the keyboard and¬†seeing what comes out.

I do want to report that I finished my story and put it on kindle, but I haven’t yet promoted it.

I will promote it after a few select people read it first, but it’s up and complete, and now I can move forward to the next idea. I’m¬†excited to work on it. At the moment I’m brainstorming with my creative family and¬†playing around with ideas.

I must admit, it’s nice to have fresh thoughts.

 

Finding home

There’s plenty of hospitality and friendliness and smiles in Texas, that’s true. The¬†visits with friends and family are welcomed¬†fun and needed. The familiarity of what I once considered home,¬†comforts my soul, like putting on a worn jacket when that first chill of fall makes it’s presence known.

I’m keeping my heart open to the realities of¬†my life. There was a time when I struggled to find a place to call home. I longed to find a place to hang my hat, to grow roots, but no more.¬†I’m not running anymore. I have found my places to be, my places to visit with¬†the¬†people I love and cherish. Home for me is my loved ones. The ones who make my heart sing.

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Downtown Fort Worth. My home town and where my son currently lives.

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Kansas City, where my son plans to move.
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Seattle is where my husband, daughter and I currently reside.