A Year Later

In an attempt to write once again on this blog, in light of Thanksgiving I went back to older posts and found this from a year ago….

The other day I made a list. The idea to do so arrived spontaneously.

I will write down everything I am unsure about—all of the issues and questions, currently outstanding, which remain, for now, in the mystery. 

 

As I made the list, I was amazed at how many unanswered questions I have about my life. I would imagine I am not alone here. But, I did wonder how many had some of the questions I had, especially in mid-life? Will I have a home again—and when and where? Will I have friends? Will my children recover from our accident? Will I find work? Will I finally be able to sit down and write my books? This barely begins the list.

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It brings solace to know some of my unanswered questions, a year later, have answers. I do have a home again. We moved in July. I found work in April. My daughters are doing well. And, in September I won a scholarship to a writing class. I have written 65 pages of a memoir, which has been in pieces, disassembled for 10 years.

Life falls apart, and comes together again.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Nikki

Stop Trying to be Grateful.

Source: flickr.com via Pete on Pinterest

The other day I made a list. The idea to do so arrived spontaneously.

I will write down everything I am unsure about—all of the issues and questions, currently outstanding, which remain, for now, in the mystery. 

 

As I made the list, I was amazed at how many unanswered questions I have about my life. I would imagine I am not alone here. But, I did wonder how many had some of the questions I had, especially in mid-life? Will I have a home again—and when and where? Will I have friends? Will my children recover from our accident? Will I find work? Will I finally be able to sit down and write my books? This barely begins the list.

As I finished, many pages later, questions and unknowns still loomed upon the rolling hills in my mind. But now, there was space between all of it and me. In this space, a glimpse of compassion for myself arose. I could see why my brain feels fried and fuzzy. Why I am carrying myself a bit too tightly. Why I just might not be fully myself. Why my creative life suffers.

I posted my experience, briefly, online. Why not try it for yourself, I said, and write down the unknowns, which are probably, continuously, swimming around in your mind. Someone commented: “How about putting the energy instead into all the things that are good in your life?”

I was offended….Continue reading here. 

A Turkey Bowl that Holds more than Cranberry Sauce.

From pinterest

 

My turkey bowl. It’s made of white milk glass—a Martha Stewart creation. It’s shaped as a turkey. The head comes off and in goes the homemade cranberry sauce.

I bought it when times were good. I had a home I loved, and a family I nurtured. Keeping house and family was my passion, and my job.

Every November first, I pulled the turkey bowl from the pantry and placed it in the middle of our dining room table. There it sat until Thanksgiving.

This November first, it did not make it to the table. In fact I completely forgot about it until I saw it in the pantry. I then picked it up and wrapped it in paper.

Click to elephant journal to read the rest. The most views, and I get cookies!!! Now, that’s a contest. 

 

 

Exercising My Left Brain and Wishing You A Happy Thanksgiving

I have visions of writing a wonderful post for my visitors, but my focus does not allow me to do so as it is on the writing of a book proposal for my memoir. I have been gathering its pieces since 2003 and I am finally, at once putting the pieces together—-but first, the left-brain is on overdrive researching and writing like a businesswoman. My goal is to have it finished by month’s end. An agent awaits.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and I will be back soon and be ever so grateful to write that wonderful post for you.

Namaste,

The Soul Reporter