January 15, 2018

I've decided to post poetry. I have a journal of poetry that dates back thirty years. I can't believe I just wrote that. Firstly, because it's been thirty years, and secondly, because I've been keeping it to myself for so long. Poetry has always felt like the innermost part of me, the deeply secret awareness of my being, and I instinctually protected it. But, protected it from what? Criticism? Abuse? Indifference? Rejection? Or just my fear of these things? I am taking bold action this year. I am shifting into the mindset of cooperation over competition. I am sharing. I am doing this because sharing is the lightning pathway to the inter-connectedness of all things. It is bold, it is scary, it is beautiful, and it is a necessary part of my evolution. I don't know if my poetry is any good, but right now, bold trumps doubt.

"Everything is connected!" - Dirk Gently 


February 1, 2017

I pulled a muscle in my back yesterday shortly before my acupuncture appointment. It's better, but I still move gingerly. Turns out that something as simple as reaching for a towel can cause a muscle to seize and kick the air out of my lungs. I am also concerned about the fact that my acupuncturist is leaving in February for two or three months to visit family in her home country, and she will have a new location for her business when she returns. I'm hoping that it will be in the same area. Or closer.

Meanwhile, I've read three books this year, making a good start on my Goodreads reading challenge of 24 books this year. I haven't been writing, just thinking about it. We moved into our new home in December, went away for the holidays, and only this weekend cleared out the remaining boxes on the ground floor so that it actually looks like a place where people live, instead of a place people have moved into. And I've had insomnia for about a week (actually, it's been chronic for...

December 11, 2015

It's been a year since I published my children's book, The Squirrelly Nut Gig, and I've finally launched an eParty!  

Meanwhile, I'm preparing for the holidays. Most of our Christmas decorations were packed away in the garage after Hurricane Sandy, and the garage is a scary place at best. So, I've got a few sparkly icicles hanging from the twig bush out front, a red bow on the porch rail, and some jingling bells on the front door. We aren't the most decorated house on the block, but we are festive.  

And the baking begins. Sort of. Over twenty-five years ago, my eldest sister came home from college one winter with a bag of no-bake cookies that some friends had made, and they were a sensation! We've been making them ever since. These cookies are now expected every Christmas among my family and friends. In fact, a fortunate few have made it onto my mail-order short list. 

Chocolate PB Cracker Cookies 

Ingredients:  (make the best for friends & family; use organic and...

November 19, 2015

I've been doing a lot of cooking lately, far more than usual. Usually, I'm content with something that I can make in just one pot, with enough for leftovers that I can re-heat the next day. It's kind of sad. But sometimes the writing is going really well and the next thing I know it's seven-thirty in the evening and I haven't had lunch, because I am writing. The day just gets away from me. Sure, I feel hunger, but that, too, gets away from me, because I am somewhere else, writing. So it's good to have something in the refrigerator that I can just re-heat as needed, with little preparation and less thought.  But there has been a lot of cooking recently. Part of the reason for that is the weather. I'm more likely to spend time in the kitchen when the weather is cool and it's dark at five o'clock in the afternoon than I am when the days are bright and endless. Another reason for cooking is not writing. If I'm not writing, I'm not creating, and that drives me crazy. Baking and cooking are...

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