Hodge Podge and Update

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I’ve been a bit of a slacker lately. Although, I guess slacker isn’t an accurate term. Life has been exceptionally busy, but I’m so grateful that I’ve got a good life to live. My son was the passenger in a car that was totaled in an accident two days ago and he came out of it with nothing more than an injured shoulder. And that injury is already healing nicely. Some people say he’s lucky. I say he’s beyond blessed. God was also in the car with him that day. I’ve mentioned in a previous post that my sisters and I have an ongoing prayer challenge where we find a stranger to pray for each day. I believe my son was somebody’s stranger that day.

My book, Shear Madness, is doing better than I expected, and on September 5th I have a book signing at the book store in the town where I live. I’ve ordered my book postcards, flyers, and pens with the name of the book and my name, which are due to arrive tomorrow. It feels like tomorrow is Christmas morning. 🙂

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Tomorrow brings with it a weekend trip to the mountains with lots of trails to run, elk that roam freely, and eagles flying overhead. And did I mention a Starbucks that sits just off the riverwalk by the creek? I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the live entertainment by said creek on Friday night. It’s sheer heaven listening to folk music with mountains on every side of us, breathing deeply of the fresh mountain air. A perfect place to drive creativity to all new heights. With that renewed creativity comes the time to lounge outside working on my current novel, Finding Abby.  Complete joy! 🙂

Estes, 8.1.14 029 Have yourselves a beautiful weekend.

 

Throwback Thursday–On Tuesday

I’ve always had a bit of rebellion coursing through my veins. Thank goodness it’s mellowed as I’ve gotten older to breaking only trivial rules–like deciding to post a Thursday post on a Tuesday. 🙂

I found another poem I’d written a very long time ago, shortly after the birth of my oldest son, Benjamin, who turns 26 (Zoinks!) tomorrow, March 25th. He’s grown to be such an amazing young man!

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A totally unrelated question for you as I ponder the future of the mystery novel I’m writing–what is your preference, self publishing, traditional publishing, and why?

Carpe Diem

 

T.G.I.F. – Gratitude Friday

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Top of My List for the Week:

3.)  Getting a letter in the mail from Mamounata, one of my sponsor children from Burkina Faso. She has such a passion for learning, for Jesus, and is so filled with gratitude. She inspires me.

2.)  Seeing my son and granddaughter come through the front door, he with that amazing, genuine smile I have always loved so much, and she with that energy and zest for life that melts this grandma’s heart. Seeing him be such an amazing daddy is such a gift.

1.)  My youngest son stopping by to visit for the first time since he moved out,  getting to see and hear how well he’s doing, and watching him as he walked through the house remembering so many things. And that same son calling me early the next morning to let me know he re-broke his arm at work, was on his way to ER, and could I meet him there. No matter how old my children are, when they want or need me for anything, it’s such an honor to be able to be there for them.  The fact that it wasn’t broken at all, but a contusion over the old break, was a blessing in and of itself. 🙂

What are you grateful for this week? What tops your list?

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”  -Marcel Proust
Carpe diem.

 

T.G.I.F. – Gratitude Friday

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My Top Three for the Week:

3.)  The joy and peace that comes from the “normalcy” of routine after realizing it’s been so long without it. It’s like finding my security blanket after losing it for a while.

2.)  My small personal sized scent diffuser on my desk at work misting the exhilarating scent of Inspiration from Young Living Oils. (You can learn more about them here and here.) Scents can bring peace, harmony and tranquility to my state of mind.

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1.)  Visiting my son at his new apartment, and seeing him doing so well, independent and happy. Makes this mama’s heart swell with joy.  🙂

What are you grateful for this week?

May peace be yours.

T.G.I.F. – Gratitude Friday

My top three for the week:

3.)  Watching my 22-year-old son play in a soccer tournament. I love to watch him play. His speed, skill  and agility are delightful to watch and I’m so proud of him.

2.)  Opening the door one evening to find my 25-year-old son and my 16-month-old granddaughter standing there, both smiling from ear to ear. Sheer delight!

1.)  A heartfelt, meaningful conversation with one of my boys on life and relationships. Being a mother–and grandmother–truly is my greatest joy.

I would love to hear what you’re grateful for. 🙂

And now it’s back to my last week of camp, (camp NaNoWriMo)  to get some serious writing in and pack things up. What a fun and productive month it’s been!

Back off to the wilderness.

Back off to the wilderness.

 

Healing Words

Today, July 8th, marks eight days of celebrating life, and each day hereafter, yet another.

A year ago, I posted a blog entry on life circumstances that have made July a very difficult month to get through. I had mentioned how each year I would find myself holding my breath just waiting for July to end, giving birth to August, and I never quite released that breath I was holding until 12:01 a.m. when August was fully born.

This past year has reaped so many blessings and stitched so many miracles through my silky web, that I feel like my soul has been given new birth. Not once have I measured the minutes in the day by the pain I’ve endured, by the “almost’s” that nearly happened, nor have I x’d out each day before it ended, eagerly waiting to ‘x’ out the next–and the next.

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I’ve traced the beginning of the real healing to writing. Writing has released repressed emotions, thoughts, and ideas that have led to newness and wholeness, and a brand new life.

Writing brings light when the day begins dark; when sadness strikes, it brings a glimmer a joy; it brings clarity out of confusion, and draws gratitude out of the simplest things; when isolated and alone it brings company through blogging friends and make-believe characters.

Writing pen to paper – or fingertips to keyboard – has facilitated healing and freedom from the traps the enemy has tried to catch me in. And what a blessing that is!

“It’s ironic that poets use words to convey what lies beyond words, that poetry becomes most powerful where simple language fails, allowing one to bridge the conscious and unconscious.” – Diane Ackerman, author and poet

This month, as I’ve mentioned in my post last Friday, my son was married, which brought joy to soothe a lifetime of pain. Chalk up another July bonus.

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The happy – and gorgeous – couple.

This is one happy and proud mama!

This is one happy and proud mama!

And now, my friends, it’s back off to Camp, another July bonus, where I’ll be mixing fun with healing in one neat little package. Well, okay–I guess it could turn into one sticky little package if I get carried away with the marshmallows and s’mores. And what is camping without that? 🙂

Back off to the wilderness.

Back off to the wilderness.

All truly is grace.

T.G.I.F. – Gratitude Friday

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With such a big week, it’s difficult to narrow it down to three, as blessings flowed–and keep flowing–abundantly. However, keeping consistent with my Friday posts, my top three for the week:

3.) The amazing freedoms in our country, none that have come without a steep price by dedicated and loyal military men and women, that give us the freedom of choice in so many vital areas of this beautiful thing called life.

2.)  The outstretched arms of my precious granddaughter followed by the feel of her little arm curled around my neck. A grandparent’s delight.

1.)  Dancing with my son at his wedding for the Mother-Son dance, to the song Watercolor Ponies by Wayne Watson. Reduced this mama to tears of joy, pride, and love beyond anything I could have ever imagined since the day he was born.

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Wishing everyone a beautiful, filled-with-love-food-fun-family-and-friends Fourth of July!

I’m back off to the wilderness of camp! 🙂

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