It is incredibly warm and raining. It is coming down in great deluges and there was an episode of wind that had rain hitting the front windows far back on the porch, threw cushions out of the chairs. I opened the door and Punk, our old grey tabby, came to the door, but no amount of coaxing could get him to come inside. He’s determinedly an outdoor cat.
I have not gone into the attic to check the still-leaky roof. I refuse. So far it is not coming through the ceiling into the living room, where I sit reading Julia Cameron’s ‘The Right to Write’, so, hopefully, the tarp and catch pans are still in the right areas. I remember that hope is my word for 2014, and also remember Jo Wnorowski from The Portable Homestead has as her word focus. I keep my focus on hope to focus on writing and get myself on a schedule and on track.
As Julia Cameron says: “The Right to Write is a birthright, a spiritual dowry that gives us the keys to the kingdom.”
I have found that true for my own life. And really, it is a nice dreary morning for writing.
God bless, ever’body!
Shadow light of morning. Twilight, my favorite light. The pole lamp has gone out. Can see the pasture and all the way to the line of trees across it. There’s a hint of a mist on it. Cooler, but the 70* is a warm and humid one–still barefootin’–and not a leaf stirring high or low this morning. An abundance of birds enjoying flying through the trees in the clear air. Some just twitting, chirping, and one who actually sang before moving on. Every now and then I hear a pecan fall on the metal roof. I doubt we’ll have a harvest this year, though.
A new day. I have a number of hopes for today. Likely, just by odds, some of them will come true. It’s good to remember that. I have fears, too. One is my mother, who is getting weaker and been having these ‘spells’. I fear inabilities–can I deal with whatever I need to deal with for her? Can I make right choices for her?
But with the fears, we can fall back on the hope to weather the fearful happenings, and odds are that we will. I am reminded of something the writer Faith Baldwin wrote: “Why worry about how will you manage to get through it? You always have, haven’t you?”
We do get through. I have discovered that I am stronger than I knew, that all of us are. And that each day has so many blessings, just wonderful things that happen to me out of the blue. Yesterday I got phone calls from both a precious Oklahoma friend and my dear sister-in-law Carolyn Matlock-Hessling. And of course I enjoyed some fine tea grown on high mountains all the way around the world from me. Pretty cool, this life on earth at this time.
Guess I’m chatty this morning. I can’t wait to hear about your plans and day!
“I found success because I wrote for the love of writing.” ~Hugh Howey, author of Wool.
Check out Hugh Howey’s stellar article: Self-publishing is the future–and great for writers.
When I read it, I suddenly heard the old gospel song:
The gospel train is a comin`
I hear it yes at hand
I hear the car was movin
And a rumblin` through the land
Oh get on board, get on board, get on board
There`s room for many a more…