Tag: #writing

Don’t Get Up

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I’m trying to find my groove with posting a Blog.

My job has taken on full-time status, 7 days a week, and I give it my all. I believe while you work the job, you still need to fuel the dream. Writing is a dream come true for me.

Here’s another photo from my vison board.

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I was awakened this morning by a storm. A thunderstorm would definitely wake me up in this room. I can imagine the rain cascading down that window, while watching the light show.

It’s funny how all my photo’s include a desk.

Some photo’s are merely a desk with a view. That wasn’t done on purpose, or logically. I believe my heart chose the photos. A vision comes from the heart my darling. It’s when it floats up to the head, we tend to talk ourselves out of our dreams.

You see, it’s not about finding the time to write a post. It’s about finding that space where you simply sit down in front of the keys and the words begin to pour. I love to write, but like most things pertaining to love, it doesn’t like to be forced.

This space is my favorite place to be.

In the book Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott, she says this little prayer when she sits down to write. “Please help me get out of the way, so I can write what wants to be written.”

Lamott concludes, “Don’t stand up until it’s written.”

Don’t let your mind talk you out of your dream. There’s always time, but once you find that space, sit down and don’t get up.

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My Front Yard

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This is one of my favorite memes.

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Last year, I wrote about The Bird Feeder.

I loved it, but spent a lot of time agonizing over the squirrels. They wouldn’t stay off the feeder and wound up destroying one of them.

Fast forward to today, I feed the squirrels.

I pour the feed right on the ground. Didn’t realize they make a feed for squirrels and birds to share. I found it at the local hardware store. My daughter laughs at me for doing this.

At first, she saw it as defeat. I’d given up on having a pretty feeder and the squirrels won, but I don’t see it as that. I see it as making a difference in their lives. If they come into my yard, they’ll be fed without a fight.

I don’t dump food out everyday, but this is the year of making a difference in community. Last year prepared me for this year.

I added to the meme.

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I didn’t spend a lot of time on this meme to make a difference in what it says.

Last year was preparation. This year is to make a difference. It seems that begins in my own front yard.

 

Greet the Day

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Each day is unique and treated as such.

The first thing I do, after waking up, is walk through the house and open all the blinds on the windows to let the light in. My day varies from there. I have no set routine, but there are certain rituals that enhance my morning.

Yesterday, I made a cup of green tea, but today I went straight to coffee. Yesterday, I was greeted by the sun and today it’s cloudy. Yesterday, I turned on my little fireplace, but today the house is at a comfortable temperature. Yesterday morning, my phone didn’t ring, but this morning a delivery guy called at 8:00 am inquiring where to dump a truck full of sand. I called for help.

It’s the last month of the year and the change in who we are begins now for stepping into next year. This is not a Blog Challenge, it’s a personal challenge which I’m fairly practiced at. The biggest challenge so far is to find that sweet spot in my morning to write.

When everything falls still and the only sound I hear is the tapping of the keys. This is a new way to greet the day.

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Feel the Music

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It decided to rain today.

The dogs are not pleased, but patient inside.

They probably dislike that I’m perfectly content on rainy days by reading, writing or both. One sits beside me displaying his most pitiful expression, coinciding with a tail wag.

The day began with coffee and slid into English tea and scones. My daughter laughed when I told her, “I bought a fireplace!“, but it takes center stage on days like today.

My music taste recently on YouTube has been Lewis Capaldi. My daughter told me about him and he is referred to as ‘America’s Sweetheart.’ You can hear his voice because the instrumental is minimal.

After YouTube played several songs by Lewis, it created a playlist of similar artists. Normally, I feel a need to walk over and click ‘skip’ on the ads, or the song itself, but that didn’t happen today. It was a divine playlist that went from one heartfelt melody to the next.

It’s been playing for hours and I just now touched the screen to share this song with my daughter and you.

It’s been two years since posting my first Feel the Music and today, my darlings, that’s what I did.