Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Grateful Writer

Bah humbug on New Year's resolutions!

Resolutions are silly; for many, a setup for failure. Rather than fall into that fizzling trap, I thought about what I could accomplish this year that wouldn't fall off the cliff. Something that could grow daily and benefit all. Gratitude was my answer. I would give thanks.

I remembered Tony Robbins, the famous American live coach and author had said, "When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears." Abundance sounded good. Abundance looked good. If being grateful produced abundance, why not give thanks for all that there is? But how could I achieve this? 

I decided to nourish my growing need to give thanks and started an online page on raising gratitude.

The page is a "closed group," for women only, by invitation. Besides posting gratitude, it's fun at times to read what others are grateful for. Some words of gratitude are of a serious nature, such as remembering the life of a lost loved one, while others are funny and upbeat as in being grateful for a smartphone. I tend to post thanks on a daily basis, even if it's just being grateful for a clean house. 

Recently, while sitting on the beach and catching the afternoon sun, I took out my little mini notebook and doodled about being a grateful writer. It turned into a silly poem, worthy enough for the gratitude page, but definitely not worthy of the ranks of Shakespeare or Yeats. I'll share it with you here, but remember - I am not a poet!

A Grateful Writer

I am a grateful writer, toting words wherever I go. 
I am a grateful writer, birthing characters and watching them grow. 
I am a grateful writer, spinning stories and seeing them flow.

I am a grateful writer, penning light and happy tales.
I am a grateful writer, balancing moods when all else fails.
I am a grateful writer, sitting on beaches or hoisting sails.

I am a grateful writer, knowing my words are sometimes read.
I am a grateful writer, reading comments on what I've said.
I am a grateful writer, discarding all for my comfy bed.

I'm grateful to you for reading my blog. I'm even more grateful for comments left from near and far.


Thursday, January 1, 2015

The Birth of a New Year

I don't go out on New Year's Eve. One reason being, one of my dogs is highly afraid of fireworks. She's the same guilty dog who inspired my writing The Big Bad Rain Monster. Over the years, her quirky mannerisms taught the other dog how to be afraid of fire-works, thunder and also lightening. Now I have two dogs afraid and crazed at the same time. Lucky me. So, I use the dogs as an excuse to stay home on New Year's Eve. I could also use pain, or lack of sleep as reasons, as well. Or, how about - I'm just too old for this stuff.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Hurt Writer

An attractive platinum haired woman stopped by the roadside and said, "Excuse me. Who does your hair?" Stunned, I looked down at my two dogs, well aware I had on my dog-walking clothes. Thinking I had heard wrong, I said,"Excuse me?"

Since that time nine months ago, the woman and I became friends. In fact, she often calls me just to check how I'm doing. At one point, she called once or twice a day; it reminded me of a guy dating a girl. Jokingly, I even asked her if she was dating me.

My friend and I do the normal girl-things: run errands together; sit and talk over coffee, tea or lunch; take turns driving the other to the airport; and, of course - shop. I'm truly grateful for her friendship and knowing she's there if needed. The thing is, she hurt my feelings.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Bahamas International Film Festival

With The Bahamas International Film Festival less than one month away, the local expression, "It just keeps getting better," comes to mind.

Monday, November 10, 2014

A Good Beach Read

Until recently, I've concentrated on reading one book at a time. Not sure why, but I now have anywhere from five or more books in various stages of reading. 

Yesterday, while packing for the beach, I had to decide: which book should I bring?

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

NaNoWriMo and Abulia

I’m suffering from two lovely days here in The Bahamas. Suffering, since most of the time I complain about not being home in New York, enjoying family and four different seasons. Not today. No, today I'm quite happy to be where I am. The weather is just as I like it - windy and cool.