These parts we’re deep into the coldest of the winter weather which makes getting out of bed even less of a thrill. Today though I’m awake sipping coffee in the early hours, the house still and quiet except for Loki, (my alarm clock), chewing on a plastic bottle at the end of the bed. There’s light rain falling and a foggy grey sky instead of the usual vivid pink and orange sunrise that I never can capture the beauty of on my phone. That sort of pretty can drag you bleary eyed out on to a cold verandah early in the morning just to feel part of it for a minute. Today though just a blanket of grey but that has its comforts and beauties too. And what’s that saying “good without the bad ain’t no good at all”.
Hope this weekend there’s plenty of good.
Hope this keeps you company as well – – – –
A Good Word
Image courtesy of Laura A Hicks
A Good Look
An afternoon in the garden, what would you prefer? a good book, a good friend, a spot of gardening or all three. My fourth would be a fire pit.
See more if this simple but lovely back yard here
A Good Idea
from Emily P Freeman
Are you afraid to listen to your own intuition?
Does it make you nervous to pay attention to your own thoughts, feelings, and ideas?
Have you been taught to gather the facts but to discredit any information that come from you and your own experience?
What if you know more than you know you know?
What if God is inviting you to pay attention to your whole self: not just your thoughts but also your feelings, your body, and your deepest desire?
What if you could trust yourself, body, mind, heart, and spirit?
“Listen to the intuition. Because we might know more than we know we know.” –Padraig O’Tuama
Listening and honoring your own voice, experience, and heart may not come naturally for you.
But it’s a good and important practice, one that I’ve had to learn over time.
It could be helpful to practice remembering that you are beloved and your experience matters.
A question to consider in solitude: In the past week, when did you feel most like yourself?
A Few Good Reads
An unplanned books and movies theme this week.
from The Millions
From The Millions Like most writers, I’m surrounded by characters. But unlike most writers, my characters are real. My characters have won Oscars, Emmys, Grammys, Tonys. They’ve won Super Bowls, World Series, and Olympic gold medals—a Presidential primary, even. They’ve explored the depths of the oceans, the bowels of our criminal justice system, and the halls of Congress.
I make my principal living as a ghostwriter. I write books for actors, athletes, politicians, entrepreneurs, game-changers—people you’ve heard of, and people you’ve never met until their books start to make noise. I help them to give voice to their experiences, and to speak into their lives in a meaningful way.
That’s the idea, anyway, and somewhere in there I suppose I also find a way to shed a shaft of fractured light on the human condition. Some of that light makes its way into my own books, which I guess is inevitable, because what you discover in one aspect of your work is bound to follow you into another
from Nikki Hardy
(Not summer where you are ? Nope me either but a good book is a welcome thing anytime).
If I gave you $110 to spend in your local book store, what would you buy?
You have to spend it on yourself and you alone.
No early Christmas presents for Great Aunt Sally or snagging a couple of school books for the kids. This $110 is all for you. So what do you do?
If you’re anything like me, you’d stand there for an hour, torn between snagging your I’ve got to read this books; the ones you’ve had on your to-read list since Christmas, and buying those should-reads; the ones you’ve been feeling guilty about not reading since you saw everyone else reading them on social media and your BFF raved about – – – – keep reading
from Dappled Things
Mom announced she would be in Palm Springs for the month of May. I hadn’t spent Mother’s Day with her in many years. Since I lived on the West Coast, she in the Midwest, a telephone call and card usually sufficed.
Full disclosure: she welcomed a phone call from me at any time.
But now I’d need to get a gift. I realized I’d also be on hand to witness her reaction, too. Quite frankly, I didn’t know her likes all that well. Nor her dislikes.
Her marriage to my father ended his widower status just before I started kindergarten – – – keep reading
And to finish from Bon Appetit (I have an itsy bit of a feeling I may have shared this one before so if I did here she is again)
That’s all for now friends. Have a beautiful weekend. Rest up. Do something you love xx