afterglow

so the 50,000 words in a month start today and i am still basking in the glow of another birthday. no, no parties or festivities or even a cake (rico not having opposable thumbs). no, the afterglow is the feeling of finding your place in your place. that feel of connection, of purpose and of peace. i am now 62 and i think i deserve to quit worrying. i don’t want to huddle with the masses, afraid of what’s coming next, what will happen if that and do we have any future.

i choose life and love and hope.

tonight i start my book, 1666.6 words per day. i have been doing this every november for about 13 years and haven’t finished one yet.  this year i will because this year i will simply write and use paper and pencil instead of a computer… because then i can feel what is happening and where they (the characters) are going and how they are feeling. and i won’t plan i will just watch the “movie”. if you want to know what it’s all about, this novel in a month thing go to National Novel Writing Month.

thank you for all your well wishes, you truly are my friends and i “like” love you all

namaste

j

amazing youth…

it’s graduation day here… memorials abound when normally sighs of relief and partying into the night are de rigueur … one of their own is gone, taken quickly and with no warning… we adults are stung, still reeling but moving along and forgetting the pain more and more each day… the youth (“kids” sounds too juvenile) here still hold her close to their hearts… still mourning, still shocked, still memorializing, still trying to cope.  do you see them? do you know how much they hold inside so as not to be uncool, too emo, too royal drama  to their peers?

to the youth around the world who are still trying to process the death of their own through shootings, alcohol, simple accidents… stay strong… lean on each other if you can’t get to your family… bring peace to the world by being the loving, caring people you hide from us…

thoughts… again

had to apologize the other day… for being an arrogant know it all… while thinking about the result it occurred to me that knowing yourself and apologizing when the not so nice bits manifest isn’t easy… but it is soul clearing and a clear lesson on watching and thinking about what you say to others… as well as really listening instead of picking only parts of the conversation to comment on…

ciao

just the usual weirdness…

things that prompt these random posts are clients… and the shower… and eavesdropping… and my catmate… and the the books i read, which since i inherited approximately 2000 of them from a client has been a real challenge to organize… suffice to say, life…

so what’s the thought for the day? listening to someone stress out about their grandkids and how they don’t show any respect for their grandparents and what is wrong with the children theses days, why are they so rude, why do the never say please or thank you, and i want to ask where are the parents, your kids? the ones who are supposed to lead by example and teach your grandchildren appropriate behaviours…

what the heck am i talking about? it’s friday pip emma and my brain has suddenly shut down. time to go home and make my new clothes and have a couple me days…

ciao

morning meditation…

the air has a crispness that whispers of autumn… layers of clouds, some edgy, some ethereal mist scattered across the sky, give depth and create slivers of space, the rising sun slicing through to enhance the certainty that the universe is having a very good day… in the stillness, there is a quiet young peep, someone in the trees is hungry… the ocean waking up, slowly rolling around the rocks and driftwood, the smell sharp and salty… it is a new day and in this place, at this instant, the world is at peace…
namaste

repeated and updated for 2012

04/04/08

some of the things i have learned are that I am not indispensible…that the world will continue to revolve if i am not in it…that the show will go on without me…that saying no doesn’t mean i am a bad person…or selfish…if someone is disappointed in me…it isn’t the end of the world. This doesn’t mean I should go blissfully along, secure in the fantasy that I am independent of everyone else because the fact is the things we choose and choose to do affect the planet…the universe…ourselves…everyone around us… the trick is to release and let it go about its business…you know soon enough if it was the right or wrong choice and worrying about it won’t change a thing.

j