I am a strange duck. I honestly hate sharing what I write. It is so much of my soul and I am always afraid of what other people will say. So I struggle with my anxiety and I share it when I can. The above list really does not cover all of the social outlets. I have more, and am always finding new ones even still. That is the list of my most visited places.
Which social media outlets are your favorite and why? Is there any you avoid? Why?
Ok… I am in my fourties. It means that many of my friends are now grandparents, myself included. I have a wonderful little grandson and another on the way.
As a writer I understand the power of words, and also of names… But I never expected that I would be one who would panic over what my grandchildren called me. I think I didn’t even think that I would be able to be in their lives enough to be called anything. So when my son asked me what I wanted his children to call me… Well I will admit… I panicked. My own grandma’s were Grandma, but I went with Momo, after my paternal great grandmother. It took more thought than I expected it to. And I am seeing many of my friends going with Gigi. Makes me wonder why. What the history behind their choice is.
I also find myself wondering why there is so many names for the same familiar connections. Not only for grandmother, but for mother, father, and grandfather too… I understand that many are from different languages and different cultures… But I wonder about the different ones in just English.
It’s one of those weird curiosities… So for those who are grandparents… What does your babies call you?
Ok… Let’s face it… This blog thing… I am still trying to get used to it. I have been incredibly random about when I update… I am trying to get better at that. Part of the problem is that I post all of my updates when I think of them…. Then I am sitting around scratching my head…..crap.. What do I write on here now? It really is a first world problem.
Sure I can, and often do, share poems that I write. Or update you on progress in my other writing. Rant about crap that irks me. But, in order to keep the blog active… I need to be more regular. So I think that I will start using the schedule feature. Limit myself to posting one update per day and schedule the rest for future days. This will hopefully stretch out the updates and make sure that I stay an active blog.
If there is something you would like to see me discuss… Hey let me know. New topics really can help me to do new posts.
I Know it seems early to consider my goals for the new year…but I am not one who does well with “new years” goals. I do have a lot of changes coming for 2018. I have been asked to assist my sister doing a new blog/newsletter that we may try to turn into magazine later. It will be posting weekly(thankfully I am not the only blogger on this so the schedule should be able to be depended on)
Spiritual Gardening with the Mindful Faeries
Life is also settling down for me some, so I am hoping to update this blog at least twice a month as well as doing that.
I am well over half done with Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie…and the poetry volume Word Petals. So there will be some book releases that can be expected from both Serena and I. Serena has a couple of stories she is working on, and a couple of stories planned. I have two children’s books in the works as well as my poetry volumes.
This time of year tends me towards self doubt and introspection, as it does many of us. So please be patient with me and I will hopefully be able to give you more to ponder in the days ahead.
In the meantime, Go check out the Spiritual Garden and be prepared for the Mindful Faeries to help your knowledge grow!
(Picture borrowed from Debbie Burns, head unicorn and founder of Debbieburns.me all rights to it are hers)
My writing mentor posted this picture earlier. It brings up a topic that I believe I would like to try and tackle. I have no doubt of how capable I am. I am aware of my strengths, my flaws, and the areas I need to work on. Still I have moments where I question my worth.
Now I could blame my past for that doubt. Claim that I am flawed because no one has ever seen my worth….but I really hate that. It is possible to both know your capability and to doubt your worth. I am a strong and open minded individual, still I struggle. I don’t see what others claim is talent. I see a lifetime of fighting. Of me trying to be half of what those around me said I was.
I struggle because this is the path I see. I stuggle because I refuse to quit. Perhaps the above is true, perhaps some can see the ability within and it will set them free…still not all of those who are struggling fail to see their own capability. I am a strong woman, I have a generous heart. I am creative, with a quick mind. I am a survivor who has learned to be more….still I have days when I don’t understand the love everyone around me has for the broken soul I am. Days when I am the one that sees too much of life and has no way of processing it.
This is just part of being me. Those who love me generally understand those days. They are quick to reach to help me understand why I am loved. And even then I understand my capability…even as I have no understanding of my self worth.
Dreams are what we build our lives on. They are part of who we are, and eventually of what we become. Dreams that we do not work towards die off.
I am by nature a dreamer. I am doing what I have always wanted to do. I am writing. Is it exactly as the girl I was at nine imagined? No, not really. I am working on making it into what I need it to be.
Over the course of my life I have had other dreams. I have always been a simple person. The biggest thing I have dreamed about is being stable, having a home of my own. Note I said home. For me there is a defined difference between house and home. House is where you live, it is not yours but instead owned by another. A home is somewhere that no one can make you leave. I am nearly able to achieve that dream. And it has been a long time coming. I have been dreaming about my own home since I was fifteen.
The topic came up from a meme going around Facebook. The meme asked if I hit the lottery what is the first thing that I would buy? Well I discussed it with Joe… And he said that the question is a wee bit unfair as it depends upon how much and when. Right now… If I hit for real money… My priorities would be different than they might be in a year. Right now… I would buy two vehicles, pay off my home, and effect some minor repairs. Then I would pay for the utilities for a year and stock up supplies for to help me through. Then admittedly I would stock up on craft tools. ..💜
If you could win the lottery, what dreams would you fill?
So I am an artist… In multiple ways. I craft unique writing and jewelry pieces. I draw, and I take pictures of nature that are pleasant to look at. I write music, and create digital pieces that are interesting. I do covers for books and word art. Yet, many times because I am not some million dollar paid illustrator or painter I have been told that calling myself an artist is inappropriate. So it has the question coming to mind… What then is art? What makes an artist?
For me, an artist is one who creates art… Well art is really subjective. Art is a thing that is created merely for to create happiness in the soul. At least that’s what it means for me. What does art mean to you? And what is your favorite art form?