Darkness and Light

This is the time of year where the sun sits low in the sky and rain falls sometimes ceaselessly.

So much bad news in recent weeks and too many deaths.

It’s easy to fall into the darkness.

Yet, it’s not my nature to do so.

I find light in unusual places.

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Moments of sunshine

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and comfort when everything else feels chaotic and unsure.

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Five Beautiful Things

It’s super easy for me to focus on my goals and work, work, work. What isn’t easy for me is to stop and appreciate the moment.

So, in honor of this moment, here are five beautiful things:

 

Billowing curtains (in the bedroom I grew up in)

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Yellow Roses

 

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Raining blossoms

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A pause on a walk

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The sky and shimmering sea

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Enjoy!

 

 

The Art of Keeping Sane: My Life as a Musical

This is a new series in my blog inspired by the things I do to keep myself happy.

Wouldn’t it be cool to have the real world turn into musical? Just when you need it, someone would start singing and music would play and people would dance. Yes, I know those are called flash mobs, but I have yet to witness a flash mob in the real world.

I am not a gifted musician. I played the clarinet for a few years as a child. I can read uncomplicated music and plunk out a few tunes (with one hand) on the piano. My voice is flat, so I only sing when I’m alone. I do have an irritating knack for remembering lyrics—all lyrics—sometimes really dreadful lyrics from songs and commercials that everyone else has forgotten.

Yes, I can remember as far back as age six, right before my mom got rid of our television (thank you, Mom), a groovy Coke commercial with those catchy lyrics . . .

“I’d like to teach the world to sing . . . “

Yeah, that one. I’ll save you the torture.

But, it isn’t just dreadful commercials I sing, I also make up songs in my head.

After grocery shopping, I walked out to the parking lot, and made up this lovely tune (to be sung to the tune of “Dirty Old Town” by The Pogues):

I left my car by Island Market–

Dirty old Forrester, Dirty old Forrester.

I sing my creation to my children. Their typical response?  “Just stop, Mom. Please!”

I stop. But it doesn’t stop the song from going through my brain, over and over and over again.

On those rare occasions when I find a missing sock and bring the pair together in my sock drawer, I sing this classic:

The green apple sitting in the bowl with all the red apples inspired this:

I’ve had this song stuck in my head for years.

I’ve changed the lyrics:

She’s a Bella dog and she’s okay,

She likes to wag her tail all day.

"Please stop, human!"
“Please stop, human!”

This is my way of creating a musical world, but you have to admit, it would be pretty awesome if music would just start playing and we could all start dancing and singing ourselves right out of any funk we create.

Spring and Sanity

Yes, once again, I’ll announce the news:

SPRING IS MY FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR!

Who can resist all the blooming flowers, singing birds, croaking frogs, warming days . . .

Possibility.

I’ve been busy with revisions, for I have decided ONCE AGAIN my manuscript needs quite a bit of work.

I’m also working on something big, but I cannot discuss it now. Let’s just say it has something to do with sanity and writing (yes, the two do go together).

I’ll leave you with an image of spring.

A Crocus
A Crocus