Warm but way too wet for me to sit on the porch. Rain coming heavily for the past half hour, pouring on the roof and splattering in puddles at the edges of the house. I think of the leaks in my roof and cringe, see the water in my mind’s eye soaking the rafters and running onto the plywood ceiling of the porch, where I wasn’t able to get plastic.
Yet I am reminded to give thanks for my roof. There are many this morning throughout the midwest waking up without homes after the tornadoes. On this morning of #19 gratitude, I give thanks for every good part of my roof, and safety of every one of family and friends who were in the path of those storms, and every strong heart facing their losses large and small in the tornadoes. I remember and take hold of the Serenity Prayer: “God, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change, courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
The day begins, and I have tea and hope to finish editing a novella and get it sent on for ebook formatting. I’m okay!
Good Sunday morning! Did you set your clocks back? I forgot, got up, made tea, sat with books, finally looked at the cellphone and was overjoyed! Whoot!– more reading time.
Fire in the fireplace, and it is burning lovely, because I had chimney cleaners out yesterday. What a difference! The day starts cool (not at all cold) and promises to warm up nicely. I’ve got tea and my books beside the fire. Life is good.
It all depends on where you put your focus. There is a lot to be said for hiding from some reality, especially reality that you cannot change. Keeping your vision on the good stuff gets you through. Pollyanna was right.
So was the actress Ruth Gordon, who said in her autobiography:
“To get it right, be born with luck or else make it. Never give up. Get the knack of getting people to help you and also pitch in yourself. A little money helps, but what really gets it right is to never — I repeat — never under any conditions face the facts.”
Gordon was living proof, accomplished enormous success in acting and in writing, and dare I say in living her own life. Look her up.
Enjoy your day!
Good Sunday morning! Sun full up when I arrive on the porch this morning. It paints the tops of the pecan trees and the pasture beyond the drive a happy, hopeful yellow. Crickets singing…oh, and there start the cicadas. The air is lovely now, a pleasant 73*, but the forecast is for 90, and the cicadas are calling the news. There’s the funniest sounding bird making a scolding sound. Miss Kitty slips past, eye on me, then runs, because since Friday and a vet visit, I’ve been grabbing her to put ointment in her ears and a pill down her throat. Punk is unconcerned. He’s the sort who weathers all.
We’ve had a grand visit with my brother and sister-in-law the past four days. They leave today, but a fixed computer, knowledge of fun online puzzles, laughter and sharing and memories remain.
I’ve learned that we get to choose the memories we hold on to. Best to hold on to the good ones and let go the painful, sort of like sorting out gems, I guess. Keep the priceless, let go of the worthless, and you become rich. And yes, it can all go in a book, and very often does in mine.
My novels really do come from my life. The events do not look the same, but the writing comes out of the feelings I’ve experienced in the events of my own life. I still recall a telephone call from a neighbor who was reading my novel, Driving Lessons. Through sobs she related how her father had left the family in the same way Charlene’s husband had left in the novel. She thanked me for writing, because after all these years, she was able to remember her feelings, look at them, grieve and let go. She was at the time in her 70s. The novel writing is a way for me to see things and figure out my own life, and through the mystery of connection other people can do the same.
Have a blessed day!